America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Marcel Landry intends to finish this article and go home to sleep.

"Scott raked in wild money during his tenure as MP, did illegal activities and used lawyers to exonerate him."

Under the dim light, the editor-in-chief squinted his eyes and proofread the manuscript.

The Santa Fe Star wasn't without other reporters, but none of the little guys dared to tell Scott and his Santa Fe group what to do.

Therefore, this kind of article should be done by yourself.

As for the source of the news of this kind of article, he is mostly hearsay.

If you have the ability, you can refute the rumors, and if you refute the rumors, it is true!
According to his experience, politicians usually use the media they control and star newspapers to fight each other in the face of such things.

Scott has not sued him so far, which means that it is unlikely that he will find himself again in the future.

But in this way, his goal was also achieved.

Landry picked up the manuscript paper on the table.

He is very satisfied with the quality of his manuscript today.

The editor-in-chief adjusted the position of the kerosene lamp to continue reviewing another part of the manuscript.

The wind beat against the window, poured in through the gap in the latter, and lifted the curtains.

It was windy and the windows were not closed.

Compared with the northern cities of the United States, the temperature in Santa Fe is still tolerable in winter, but the temperature difference between day and night is still large.

Landry stood up, went to the window and closed it, then drew the curtains.

But when he turned around, Hun was half frightened immediately.

A dark figure was standing silently by the table.

Landry's whole body was stiff, and he leaned against the window, daring not to move.

Because he saw a golden revolver appear under the kerosene lamp.

The shadow moved.

He slowly moved to the position of the editor-in-chief, and sat down. The outline of the whole person appeared under the light of the kerosene lamp.

It's a guy in denim.

With one hand resting on his revolver, with the other he picked up the manuscript on the table and read it with interest.

"You, who are you? Why did you break into my office with a gun at night?"

Landry couldn't see the cowboy's face clearly and asked nervously.

"Oh, your door is open." Chen Jianqiu didn't look up, but continued to flip through the manuscript, "Mr. Scott asked me to talk to you."

"Talk? Talk about what? Did anyone bring a gun to talk?"

The editor-in-chief didn't take his eyes off the revolver for a second.

Chen Jianqiu didn't make a sound.

The manuscript has turned to the second page, but he is still looking at it, without any other unnecessary actions.

"Let me tell you, I still have a lot of black material about Scott and the Republican Party! Don't try to achieve your goal by threatening or buying me!"

Landry scolded righteously.

"You go back and tell Scott not to try to apply what he did to me!"

"Then I can't keep you anymore?"

Chen Jianqiu picked up the revolver.

The editor-in-chief's legs went limp, and his hands were firmly on the window sill.

But Chen Jianqiu was just playing with the gun.

Under the light of the kerosene lamp, the barrel of the gun gleamed.

"You, don't mess around! I warn you, if something happens to me, Scott and your behavior will appear in the newspapers tomorrow! The whole Santa Fe and even New Mexico will know that you are murderers!"

The editor-in-chief was struggling: "Voters will not vote for a murderer!"

Chen Jianqiu seemed to understand something, he nodded:
"You reminded me that I should set a fire here and burn it down when I should leave! In this way, the newspaper office will not be able to print newspapers tomorrow."

The editor-in-chief finally couldn't stand anymore, he collapsed on the ground, looking at Chen Jianqiu who was sitting there in horror.

This person doesn't seem to be joking, he wants to play for real!

"Don't kill me!" Landry's voice was so weak that he couldn't hear it.

But Chen Jianqiu heard it.

He laughed.

I thought this guy was a tough guy with strong bones, but who knew that he was in a mess and very cowardly.

The things I thought about before are superfluous.

"Kill you? No, Scott just asked me to talk to you!"

He stood up, walked to Landry's side, and pulled him up from the ground.

He dragged the editor-in-chief, who was covered in chaff, to the chair, and pushed him into the chair.

"Talk, talk about something?" Landry asked stammeringly.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the manuscript paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

"Your writing is not true." He curled his lips and said, "It's all fake."

"Well, strictly speaking, some artistic processing has been carried out, and some of them may indeed be inaccurate."

Landry weighed his words.

"You don't even have the most basic evidence, and there are errors in the data. There is no source and basis." Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

"Ah, actually, this"

The editor-in-chief is reluctant to admit that he edited everything, after all, the editor-in-chief still needs to save his face.

This is him and his last stubbornness.

Chen Jianqiu leaned against the edge of the table:

"Like, Scott didn't threaten the lawyer."

"Ah, oh, maybe."

"Scott got someone to kill him."

"Um, oh?!!!"

Landry reacted, his eyes widened, and he looked at Chen Jianqiu.

It turns out that Scott will really buy murder!
He felt a chill down his back.

"The number of money he has accumulated is far more than this number, but this much." Chen Jianqiu gestured a number with his hand.

The editor-in-chief's expression became even more exaggerated.

This number is so amazing that he can't even make it up.

New Mexico is a poor place, and he never expected that the congressman's ability to raise money is so terrifying.

But why did the person in front of him tell himself this?

Is it?

He really didn't intend to let himself live!
"Don't kill me, really don't kill me, I beg you!" Landry waved his hands in front of him, begging in panic.

"If I don't kill you, Scott will find someone to kill you, that's how that lawyer died." Chen Jianqiu touched his revolver,

"I've checked, and your newspaper does have a Democratic background, but you're not that highly regarded by them, are you?"

"Your death will only become their weapon against Scott. But you only have one life, right?"

Chen Jianqiu spoke slowly, but every sentence was attacking the fragile psychological defense of the editor-in-chief.

"Help me! Help me!"

The editor-in-chief's hands were shaking all the time and couldn't stop.

When he decided to bash Scott, he knew that the politician would threaten him, fight back, and even sue him.

But he never expected that this old man really dared to kill people!

"Want to live?" Chen Jianqiu walked to Landry's side and asked.

The editor-in-chief nodded in despair.

Chen Jianqiu pointed to the trash can.

"Can't I stop posting?"

"no!"

With a plop, the editor-in-chief collapsed completely on the ground, feeling hopeless.

It won’t work if you post it, or if you don’t post it, you still have to die yourself!

"From now on, stop posting those meaningless things. I will tell you when and what to post." Chen Jianqiu said, "Only I can save you."

He patted the editor-in-chief on the head:
"If you don't post it when I ask you to, believe me, that lawyer buried in the pit needs a companion."

Marcel Landry's soul was completely frightened, and he just nodded mechanically.

When he regained his composure and raised his head again.

There was no one in the office except him.

It seemed that no one had been there, but the few pieces of waste paper in the trash can kept reminding him that this was not a dream.

From the next day, nothing about Scott and the Santa Fe Group appeared in the Santa Fe Star.

The Democrats were a little weird at first.

They sent a congressman who knew Marcel Landry to ask.

But when this matter was mentioned, the editor-in-chief didn't say a word as if he had seen a ghost.

An experienced MP asked if the editor-in-chief had been threatened.

"No, there is no threat there, it's just because the material is temporarily empty, and I will consider continuing when I find something new." Marcel Landry added.

Chen Jianqiu went back to report to Scott.

Scott didn't ask anything in detail, and didn't say anything superfluous, but just replied "Got it".

Although the old man was like this before, Chen Jianqiu still keenly noticed a sense of distance.

On the way down the stairs, he passed the fat MP.

The member's smile was still greasy, but he didn't take two steps back as usual and stopped to greet Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu went downstairs.

It seems that these guys have gone with me.