America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 126 Infiltrate
Westfall nights don't always have moons.

At this time, at the entrance of the mine, a few torches provided a limited range of lighting, and outside the range, it was pitch black.

Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes and the clanging of glass bottles came from the darkness.

A carriage and some horses approached the gate of the mine.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

The gatekeeper was still the one from yesterday. He picked up the torch as always, and walked lazily to the gate.

At the front was a carriage, with Santos and a coachman in the driver's seat.

"Oh, it's you again." The guard didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, "Where's your horse? Was it killed while you were working?"

Santos didn't speak, his eyes rolled.

The guard felt a little strange, this guy has always been known for his bad mouth, why was he teased by him today, for the first time, he didn't retort?
He held up the torch.

The lighting range of the torch is limited, and through the light of the fire, people on several horses behind can be vaguely seen. They are also silent, with the brims of their hats drooping, and their faces cannot be seen clearly at all.

The guard took the torch and walked to the back of the carriage.

He was going to check what was in the back of the carriage.

Asuka, who was riding on a horse, had already slowly reached his waist with his hands; Luozen, who was on the top of the mountain not far away, had his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any time.

Visibility at night was poor, and the Indian warriors beside her had already locked on a sentry tower in advance, and would open fire as soon as there was any movement below.

The guard walked around to the back of the shed. He brought the torch closer and bent down to check.

A hand came out from inside, holding a bottle of wine in it.

When the guard saw the wine, his eyes were straightened. He snatched the bottle, raised his neck and took a sip.

Fine whiskey.

"Hey, yes, you can get such a good whiskey, I thought this place only has bootlegs mixed with water." The guard smacked his mouth.

"Brothers, there is good wine to drink tonight!" He shouted in the direction of the door.

A few more bottles of wine were handed out from the car.

The gate was opened, and several gang members rushed out, and they ran to the guards to get drinks.

No one noticed that the carriage and several horses had slowly driven into the gate of the stronghold.

After passing the long passage, Santos was still looking around.

The gun barrel around his waist suddenly pushed a few centimeters into his flesh, and Chen Jianqiu's voice reached his ears.

"If you don't want to be sieved by Gatling on the opposite side with me, you'd better not move around."

Gatling's shooter watched the wagon pass him.

In fact, he didn't quite understand why the old Hernandez kept keeping himself guarding the Gatling. How could anyone not open his eyes come to attack the stronghold in the middle of the night.

Patrol or Army?Their minds are on guarding against the Indians.As for the Indians, come on, the passes are impenetrable for their weapons.

After passing the Gatling, there is a mine ahead.

There is an unlit road from the entrance of the stronghold to the mine, and the carriage is driving slowly to prevent the wheels from hitting the stones on the ground from overturning the cart.

Asuka and a few Indian warriors on horseback got off their horses, and they quietly walked towards the lighted room.

Santos saw the two people on duty at the entrance of the mine from a distance, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

These two were his subordinates, and when he was in exile on the US-Mexico border, he had given them a secret signal in case of danger.

As long as these two people are smart enough and quick enough to kill the driver next to him first, he may still have a chance to escape.

And the group of people in the carriage must die here.

Santos smiled in the dark.

He no longer moved, leaning on the carriage, quietly waiting for this moment to arrive.

However, a rope suddenly strangled his neck, and his body instantly fell backwards.

Santos felt suffocated instantly. He tried desperately to struggle, but his body was firmly controlled by the driver beside him.

His back was tightly pressed against the wooden backrest of the carriage seat, and he couldn't move his hands and feet.

The coachman locked him while driving the carriage forward slowly, and the big man who got out from behind the carriage tightened the rope tighter and tighter.

Santos' consciousness began to blur, and his resistance became weaker and weaker.

His eyeballs popped out, and he looked at the night sky in horror, but the night sky was pitch black.

His world soon fell into permanent darkness.

Chen Jianqiu patted Danny's forearm with exposed veins, indicating that Santos was out of breath. Danny put away the rope and went back into the carriage again.

This man's strength is too strong for him, let alone a Mexican who is under his control.

Chen Jianqiu lifted Santos' body, closed his eyes for him, leaned his head against his back, and covered his face with a hat.

Danny behind him handed a bottle of wine, he uncorked the bottle, and found some wine on his body.

The carriage approached the mine.

The two guards saw a person lying on the ground immediately. From their clothes, they could tell that it was their old boss Santos.

"What's the matter with him?" a guard asked, the pungent smell of alcohol wafting over his face.

"Drink too much." Chen Jianqiu replied, he lowered his head, the fire could not shine on his face.

He took two bottles of whiskey from behind and handed them to the two guards.

The two obviously couldn't resist the temptation of two bottles of whiskey, and entered the mine with the carriage.

The mine was dark and quiet. The wooden wheels of the carriage rolled on the sleepers of the abandoned railroad tracks, causing some bumps. The remaining wine bottles in the carriage collided back and forth, making a crisp sound.

Chen Jianqiu lit the lantern.

They soon reached a spacious platform, and the way to go further was blocked by a rail car parked on the rails.

That's almost it.

Chen Jianqiu patted the back of the carriage, and Danny and Geronimo got out of the carriage with the people.

They threw Santos' body in the corner, and Chen Jianqiu found the other lights in the cave with the lantern, handed them to Geronimo, and they began to look around.

The situation in front of them surprised them a little.

It used to be a resting place for the miners, but it was already full of all kinds of things.

There was food, from wheat flour to oatmeal, to bacon, and even a few boxes of chocolates; , and of course all kinds of garbage.

As an organization whose main business is robbery, the Hyena Gang, like their name, has a good habit of not being picky about food.

The victims robbed what they had, and hoarded what they robbed.

Chen Jianqiu didn't have the time to tidy up these things now, so he asked Danny and the others to pick up the useful ones, and he picked up an unidentifiable brand of continuous hair, and picked out an ax from the place where the farm tools were piled up.

The explosives he was thinking about were not here, but it didn't affect the overall situation for the time being.

Next, it's time to clean up the hyenas outside.

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