America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 284
The three suspects were dead, and the clues were broken. From Wyatt's point of view, the case was closed.

He can't turn Tombstone Town upside down.

This ghostly place still needs him to maintain law and order, and the justice of the peace is a poor man.

If he'd been busy finding Wells Fargo's missing twenty-five thousand dollars in silver, the sheriff's job wouldn't have been done.

As for Wells Fargo, if they are willing to offer a reward, they will continue to offer a reward.

Whether someone is willing to help them find that money depends on their luck.

So by noon the next day, Wyatt finally had time to drink coffee and read the newspaper in his office.

The door of the sheriff's office opened and Holiday walked in.

"Hey, old friend, how did my business go yesterday?" He sat down on the chair opposite Wyatt, crossed his legs and asked the sheriff.

"Do you have to kill someone every time you come to Tombstone?" Wyatt looked helplessly at the gunman opposite, "Save me some trouble, old friend."

"I can't help it. With my reputation, there are always people who want to challenge me." Holiday spread his hands, with invincibility written on his face.

"The material has been submitted to the judge, and it should be processed tomorrow." The sheriff picked up his coffee, took a sip, and returned to the newspaper again.

"So, we can leave tomorrow, right?" Another man walked into the Sheriff's Office.

The police chief looked up and saw that it was Chen Jianqiu.

"Hey! Let's meet again! Chen!" Huo Ledi, who was crossing his legs, greeted Chen Jianqiu enthusiastically.

A smile appeared on Chen Jianqiu's face. With a smile on his face, he took out a few cigars from his pocket like a magic trick, and threw them to several people in the office.

The office was shrouded in smoke for a while.

However, at this time, the window was suddenly knocked from the outside with a "bang bang" sound.

A human face appeared on the glass of the sheriff's window.

The flesh of this face was pressed against the glass, the nose was crushed, the yellow hair was messed up like straw, and the expression looked a little annoyed.

"Wait a minute, I have something to do when I go out." Wyatt stood up and walked to the door of the room.

He thought for a moment, opened the door of the room, and walked out.

The sheriff glanced left and right, and found the owner of the face on the window glass just now.

Ike was standing on the corner, staring at him.

Wyatt glanced left and right again, then walked towards Ike.

The blond-haired cowboy saw the sheriff walking towards him, turned around and walked into the alley next to him.

The two came to a secluded yard behind the main street.

"Where's my 3000 and two hundred dollars?" Ike asked the sheriff after confirming that there was no one nearby, "I told you the names of those three people, so you should give me the 3000 and two hundred dollars!"

Wyatt took a deep breath, and his face sank: "Ike, 3000 and [-] dollars are offered as a reward, but the three people you told me all died last night!"

"But let me tell you, I took a great risk." Ike's expression became more and more rigid.

Although the "Cowboys of Corinth" were quite loosely structured and these criminals never had any credibility, in the rules of the western frontier, once a betrayal was known, it would have devastating consequences for him.

"I know, Ike." The sheriff stared into Ike's eyes. "If I got those bounties, I would give them to you too. But..."

He paused: "I didn't get the fucking 3000 or two hundred dollars."

"That's not my problem." Ike's face started to turn red with blood welling up.

"That's not mine either." The sheriff put his hands on his hips.

"And, I told you, you shouldn't tell anyone what I told you!" Ike became emotional and his voice became higher.

"I'll tell you again, idiot, I, no, tell, yes, anyone, understand?" Wyatt was tired of talking to Ed, and turned to leave.

The yellow-haired cowboy had blue veins on his forehead. He grabbed the sheriff's arm and shouted loudly, "I told you, don't mess with me!"

Wyatt turned around, took out the gun at his waist in an instant, and pressed it against Ike's chin: "I hope you don't act stupidly impulsively, otherwise, I will arrest you and put you in a cell to calm down for a few weeks .”

Ike gasped and glared at the sheriff hard.

"Now, go away." Wyatt put away his revolver and walked towards the police station.

Ike storms into a tavern with a scowling look on his face.

Seven or eight of his subordinates were waiting for him there.

"Give me wine!" he yelled.

"What's the matter, boss?" His subordinate handed over a glass of whiskey.

Ike swung his neck to dry the wine in the glass, and then put the glass heavily on the table.

He felt like he was being tricked.

After learning that "Mad Dog" Sanchez and the three of them were dead, Ike immediately took his men to search for their possible treasure locations.

If these three people were still alive, the money would not be able to be moved. Now that they are dead, the money should be theirs.

But when he finally found the cabin, he found an empty box dragged out from under the bed, with a few silver coins left in it.

"That damn bastard took the money! He pretended not to know! He eats meat and doesn't even want to give me the soup! I'm going to kill him." Ike threw away the wine glass directly, and raised his neck with the bottle in his hand. irrigation.

"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him." Ike's eyes were red, and he took out his revolver from the clothes next to him.

Holding the wine bottle, he rushed out of the tavern, while his little brothers followed behind him.

"I'm going to kill Wyatt! He stole the $[-] in silver from Wells Fargo!"

"He is a shameless villain!"

"You've all been fooled by his pretense of integrity!"

……

Ike yelled loudly on the street while drinking.

At first, the people in the town didn't think so, because drunks were not uncommon on the streets of Tombstone, no matter it was day or night.

But when Ike talked about Wyatt, everyone came together.

The sergeant usually gave them the impression of being extremely tough and courageous, so tough that some people felt that some of his actions were a bit ruffian.

But because of this, those criminals still dare not openly commit crimes within the town.

But I didn't expect that in the mouth of this yellow-haired cowboy, he would be so sanctimonious.

Some of the onlookers believed and some did not.

Those who believed were filled with righteous indignation, while those who didn't believed were waiting to be eaten.

Ike saw that there were more and more people onlookers, and with the effect of alcohol, he became more and more excited and his voice became louder.

"Wyatt, I'm going to kill you!" roared excitedly, and he shot directly into the sky.

And his subordinates followed suit.

Eight or nine people walked along the only main road in the town.

"What sound?" Wyatt, who was chatting in the security station, suddenly heard gunshots outside.

His older brother Morgan hurried in through the door with a short-barreled shotgun: "Wyatt, it's Ike, he's yelling in the street that he's going to kill you."

Wyatt's expression was not too turbulent: "Where are they now?"

"Should be at 'O&K' farm now."

"Come on, let's clean up these bastards." Wyatt stood up and walked towards the door.

Anyone who insulted his reputation and challenged his authority in this town, Wyatt would choose to face them and knock them down.

When he just walked to the door, he suddenly remembered that there were other people in the office besides the brothers.

The sheriff turned around and looked at "Doctor" Holiday: "Holiday, my friend, would you do me a favor? We need manpower."

The doctor stood up and put on his hat: "I am at your service, Your Excellency."

The sheriff's eyes turned to Chen Jianqiu again, but he hesitated for a while, but he still didn't invite him.

Firstly, I don't know this person well, and secondly, this person is really dead somewhere!
Although he has enough confidence in himself, he still has to believe in evil.

Chen Jianqiu smiled and nodded at them, and walked out of the gate of the security station before them.

So, Wyatt, his two older brothers: Morgan and Virgil, and Holiday, the four headed towards the "O&K" farm.

The so-called "O&K" farm is actually a small self-cultivated farm at the end of the main street in the town, with vegetable fields, cattle and sheep inside.

And when Wyatt appeared there with his enforcers, Ike the Yellow was at the sheepfold, reloading his gun with his brothers.

"Put the gun down!" the sheriff warned.

The others around him lined up on either side of the sheriff.

They pulled back their coats, revealing the gun holsters at their waists.

"Yo, yo, yo, let me see, who is here?" The drunken Ike stared at the sheriff viciously like a wild dog, without any sign of fear.

"Wyatt, a hypocrite!"

"Put the gun down, I won't say it again!" The sheriff put his hand on the gun at his waist.

Morgan raised the shotgun in his hand and pointed it at Ike; Virgil also touched his own gun, and his thumb reset the hammer of his revolver; cowboy.

"One, two, three..." He counted the number.

The atmosphere in the air was extremely anxious, and it was about to explode.

And under a tree not far away, there were three people eating melons.

"Boss, where did you get this thing?" Sean craned his neck and looked at the farm while knocking the melon seeds.

"It's everywhere. It's just that you don't like to eat it. It's usually used to extract oil. I asked Uncle Da Nian to fry it." Chen Jianqiu leaned against the tree, spitting out the melon seed shell.

"Boss, who do you think will win?" Hanif ate melon seeds for the first time today, and they were crunchy.

Chen Jianqiu didn't answer.

Because, the gun over there has already sounded.

(End of this chapter)