America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 357
The metal lighter castrated quickly, and the trajectory was accurate, hitting the man's face.

The man was staring at Cleveland on the stage intently, but was suddenly hit by a lighter flying not far away.

He took two steps back, struggling to squeeze his trigger in the direction of Cleveland.

A figure loomed in front of him.

Chen Jianqiu flew up and kicked the gun directly in his hand.

The kicked gun drew an arc and fell into the innermost circle, sliding in front of Cleveland.

The people who were still focusing on the rotten eggs just now have a new incident.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the person with the gun ran away.

But he is not as fast as Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu strode forward and kicked him on the back of the heart.

The gunner felt a sweetness in his throat, staggered two steps forward, and fell directly into the crowd.

Holiday, who followed immediately, cut back the man's arms, and then held the man's head with a gun.

The plainclothes people who hadn't acted in the crowd all ran out at once.

Some of them ran towards Chen Jianqiu, while the other squeezed into the inner circle.

Cleveland picked up the revolver from the ground with a calm expression, and handed it to a plainclothes hand.

His face was full of sarcasm.

The plainclothes couldn't understand for a moment whether he was laughing at the man who drew the gun, or his so-called protection.

Protection depends entirely on the sky, and protection depends entirely on fate.

The plainclothes didn't know what to say for a while.

Cleveland's heart was not as calm as his expression.

If the eggs that flew just now didn't surprise him too much, then the gun that slipped to his feet now really scared him into a cold sweat.

He looked at the Chinese who was patting the dirt on his mink coat.

"Thank you very much for saving my life." Cleveland walked up to Chen Jianqiu and said.

This man was dressed like a nouveau riche.

"Oh, you're welcome."

Chen Jianqiu felt sorry for the overcoat on him.

This dress is new for him.

Unexpectedly, he ran too fast just now, and splashed muddy water on the ground, covering his whole body.

He bent down and picked up the silver lighter from the ground, and handed it back to the little Astor who rushed over.

Holiday has turned over the man who drew the gun to plainclothes officers with the NYPD.

He saw Chen Jianqiu winking at him non-stop, and quickly understood the boss's intentions.

He quickly walked up to Chen Jianqiu and Cleveland, and took out his ID from his clothes:
"Mr. Cleveland, I'm a detective from the Frontier Detective Agency, and I happen to be passing through here." He handed a card to the presidential candidate.

"Border Detective Agency? Okay, I remember." Cleveland put the card in his pocket, expressed his thanks again, and got into a carriage by the side of the square under the protection of plainclothes inside.

While dismissing the crowd, the plainclothes escorted the two suspects into the carriage.

Soon there were not many people left in the square.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly remembered that the Astor family made their fortune selling fur.

"Aster, do you know how to wash this coat?" Chen Jianqiu moved closer to little Astor and asked with a shy face.

He pointed to the mud spots on his clothes.

Holiday didn't speak, he always felt that his boss's focus was a bit strange.

"It's okay, just leave it to me later, and I can help you deal with it." Little Astor agreed, "Let's go, go back with my carriage."

on the way back.

Little Astor has always wanted to discuss today's attack in Union Square with Chen Jianqiu and Holiday.

"Do you think the Republican Party did it?" Little Astor guessed.

"No, although the election is fiercely contested, both sides have their own rules and the bottom line will not be broken. Doing this is equivalent to flipping the table." Chen Jianqiu said looking out the window of the carriage.

"If the table is really turned, everyone stop playing. Today you can assassinate my candidate, and tomorrow I can burn your base camp. After that, there will be division and war."

"Not to that extent, but this time, it will probably send a lot of votes to Cleveland."

Little Holiday nodded repeatedly, but he suddenly realized something.

"Eh? Don't you know it well? And you said you're not interested in politics?"

Chen Jianqiu didn't speak, and continued to look out the window.

Because at this time, another carriage will appear outside the window from time to time.

This carriage looked less handsome and luxurious than this one of Astor's.

"Why do I feel that the speed of the carriage is getting faster and faster?" Holiday was also a little strange.

"Oh, those guys should be catching up again." Little Astor looked accustomed to it.

The carriage caught up again, and gradually overtook half of the vehicle.

"Astor! Your car is too slow, it's time to change the horse!" A young man who was also stylishly dressed poked his head out of the window of the carriage and shouted towards this side.

I only heard the coachman in the front seat say "ya!"

The speed of the carriage suddenly increased again.

"Are you racing?" Chen Jianqiu looked at Little Astor who was sitting opposite, and frowned.

He had heard of horse racing, but very little of chariot racing.

First, New York City explicitly prohibits racing on the street, which is both disturbing and dangerous.

Second, with the current broken wheels and road conditions, your buttocks have been smashed, and the car has fallen apart for you.

"Forget it, right." Little Astor scratched his head, "Many wealthy young men in New York think this is exciting and handsome."

"The groom will increase the speed by himself, we don't need to worry about it."

"There are three of us in the car! There seems to be only one in the opposite car, how are you comparing with others?" Holiday said angrily after he had already judged the number of people in the other car.

However, their grooms seem to disagree with this.

Driven by him, the two horses pulling the carriage galloped wildly, splashing mud everywhere.

The scenery outside the window quickly reversed.

Little Astor's carriage once again overtook a space.

Not to be outdone, the groom of the other carriage also began beating his own two horses.

Chen Jianqiu reckoned that if things go on like this, sooner or later one of the two cars will turn over, and the car will be destroyed.

At last the carriage caught up again.

The owner of the carriage, the nouveau riche kid who was yelling just now, stuck his head out of the window again.

He considered whether to give little Astorby the middle finger and walk away or something.

However, he and his coachman found that the curtain of the opposite carriage had been lifted.

A Chinese businessman sat expressionlessly by the window of the carriage, holding a revolver in his hand and facing them.

The expressions on their faces froze.

After talking about speeding the car, why did you use force?

The nouveau riche boy obediently retracted his head into his carriage, and his carriage driver stopped driving the carriage.

Soon, the upstart and his carriage disappeared from Chen Jianqiu's eyes.

Chen Jianqiu returned the revolver in his hand to Holledi.

This is not the first time since he came to New York that he has given people in the "civilized" world the way science westerns solve problems.

Two more days passed.

Chen Jianqiu got up in the morning, ready to go to Astana to pick up his mink coat.

However, as soon as he entered the door, Little Astor greeted him.

"Chen, Mr. Cleveland, the governor of New York State, wants to find you."

(End of this chapter)