America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 194
on the lake.

Hook-nosed Lynch, with his Pinkerton detectives, and a few newly recruited soldiers, appeared not far from the camp by the lake.

After evacuating from Roswell, they returned to Lincolnshire to recuperate before entering the Chihuahuan Desert again.

This time, they bypassed the stone fortress and headed straight for the mountains to the south.

Lynch and his detectives encountered the tribe of the Nahua tribe. After a fight, they lost some people, but all the combat power of the Nahua tribe was completely destroyed in this battle.

Those who were still alive were tied up and taken to the center of the village.

The only person in the Nahua tribe who knew English had died at the knife of the young man.

After confirming that Chen Jianqiu and the others had come here, Lin Qi put on his gloves.

"Leave that old man to lead us the way." Lynch picked up the obedient old man and dragged him outside the camp.

"What about the rest?"

"Kill them all!" Lynch said coldly.

He led the old man away from the camp, blindfolded him, and plugged his ears.

They walked towards the outskirts of the forest. Behind them, there were crying and howling everywhere, and the flames were soaring into the sky.

Like Chen Jianqiu and the others, Pinkerton's detectives also found the Pecos River first, and then went down the river.

Although they didn't understand the old man's language, sometimes the gun is better than the language.

Under the leadership of the old man, they also found the waterfall and the lake.

But when they could already see Chen Jianqiu and his camp by the lake, the old man refused to take a single step forward.

Even Lynch's gun was already on his temple.

The old man knelt down on the ground, bowed and prayed to the lake from a distance, and kept chanting something in his mouth.

"Boss, there seems to be no one in the camp." Lynch's adjutant handed him the binoculars in his hand.

Lynch took a look at the telescope and put it down.

He pulled the trigger on the revolver in his hand.

The old man's head was pierced by the bullet, and he fell forward to the ground, the blood soaked the soil under his head.

Gunshots echoed across the wilderness.

"Old, Boss!" The adjutant turned pale with shock.

Such a shot is tantamount to notifying the enemy that they are coming. Why would the always calm boss do this.

"Go." Lynch got on his horse and gave an order.

When a group of people from Pinkerton arrived at the camp, they found that there seemed to be no one in the camp.

"Boss, they left not long ago." The adjutant poked the fire in the camp, and there were still embers inside.

"No, they didn't leave." Lynch said, pointing to the footprints by the lake, "Find someone to go down to the lake and have a look."

Everyone was dumbfounded, a group of people?In the lake?are they fish

But Lynch's order seemed indisputable, and they had to let the best swimmer in their team, who had been a lifeguard at the beach, go into the water.

However, when the detective returned to shore, his words surprised everyone.

"The lake... a rope was found under the lake, and it seems that if you swim along the rope, you can go to another place."

"You all, get into the water." Lynch ordered the dozen or so people under him.

Everyone look at me, I look at you, finally, a detective stood up:
"Boss, some of us don't know how to water, yes, we will drown people."

"I don't care about this, why can they do it, but you can't?" Lynch's eyes were a little frightening, "Go into the water!"

The detectives had no choice but to take off their clothes one by one and walk into the water because they were well aware of the temper of their officer.

Those who are not very good at water can only hope that the senior lifeguard can help them at a critical moment.

After watching these people get into the water, Lynch also unbuttoned his coat and prepared to go into the water.

However, a voice sounded behind him:

"Lynch!"

Lynch frowned, he was familiar with this voice.

He turned around, and the camp behind him was empty, and there was no one there.

"Lynch!"

Lynch put his coat back on, took out a cigar from his pocket, and lit himself.

A person slowly walked over from the shadow in the direction of the waterfall.

The person is wearing a gray-blue distressed jacket, a light gray scarf around his neck, and a similarly colored cowboy hat.

"Adam Granger? I thought you should stay with that Chinese now." Lynch took a puff of cigarette and exhaled.

"It seems that I have disappointed you, Lynch." Adam raised his head, his complexion looked more sallow under the setting sun.

"It looks like you, you don't intend to keep your promise." Lynch looked at Adam.

His previous guess was correct, the person in front of him lied to him.

Adam didn't speak, and looked at Lynch calmly.

"I thought we had a good time working together in Albuquerque and Santa Fe." Lynch had a sarcastic smile on his face, "You don't forget who you are, do you?"

"That's because those gangsters deserve what they deserve, and it has nothing to do with you." Adam replied.

"I'm curious, what would it be like if your good apprentice knew you were a Pinkerton detective or an undercover agent?" The mockery on Lynch's face deepened.

"He knows." Adam's expression remained calm, "From the moment I let Astor go on the train, he knew I was an undercover agent."

"So, he promised to give you gold? No, no, no, he will kill you with one shot." Lynch said.

"It has nothing to do with gold. I'm just tired of this kind of life and your hypocrisy." Adam said slowly, "Jones is not a good man, but you didn't keep any of his men alive except me."

"Some of them were just regular cowboys who died in my arms as kids."

"Hahahahaha!" Lynch laughed wildly, as if he had heard some of the funniest jokes in the world, "A traitorous Pinkerton undercover, talking to me about hypocrisy? It's extremely ridiculous."

"Chen knows what he's doing. He's amazingly talented. He faces injustice calmly and challenges the order that you people represent." Adam continued, "What's more, what you are doing now has nothing to do with order, but your own selfish desires."

"So, do you want to judge me?" Lynch looked at the man known as "Reaper" in front of him, "We all have marksmanship talents, and the end will only be a loss for both of us."

"Oh? Really? Do you think I have a few more days to live?" Adam finally laughed, "Our time is over, Lynch!"

He faced death frankly, as if he was going to meet an old friend for many years.

The sarcasm on Lynch's face disappeared, and he stared at the unshaven man in front of him.

If this man is really determined to exchange one with him, then it will be really difficult.

In a duel of this level, there is no winner.

The two stood by the lake as if they were still, about ten meters apart, their backs were stretched very long by the afterglow of the setting sun.

They are all waiting.

Lynch is waiting for an opportunity, although he doesn't know when that opportunity will come.

Adam, on the other hand, was waiting for him to draw his gun first.

However, Lynch really waited for this opportunity.

Suddenly, behind an inconspicuous hill opposite Adam, a dark "dark cloud" rose, making a creepy sound.

Lynch captured this moment from Adam's pupils, and he immediately pulled out the revolver on his waist.

In a duel between masters, even a moment of distraction is fatal.

However, the trigger in his hand never had a chance to fire.

"boom!"

Lynch felt like he was stuck in the shooter forever, his mind froze until it disappeared.

His forehead was pierced by a bullet.

Lynch fell to the ground, with a full stomach, and died by an unknown lake in New Mexico.

Adam put away the gun in his hand.

"There is only one way to win a duel between marksman talents, and that is to shoot by instinct." Adam looked at Lynch's body and laughed at himself, "I guess that brat will listen to it."

He walked slowly to his old horse, and took out a bottle of Erguotou from the bag on its back.

The old horse lay down for the first time.

Adam slowly sat on the ground, leaning on his old buddy, drinking the wine in the bottle in sips.

The "dark cloud" made up of bats not far away has drifted further away and is out of sight.

Adam quietly looked at the wilderness reflected by the setting sun.

He seems to have seen himself more than ten years ago, that unrestrained young man, riding a horse with great ambition in the western wilderness.

The last twilight also disappeared.

Adam slowly closed his eyes.

"That brat, maybe it's really okay."

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