America 1881: Legend of the West

"Eva, I'm sorry for causing trouble for you."

Little Rockefeller was a little dizzy under the light above his head.

While struggling, he turned his head and apologized to Eva, who was tied back to back.

"Can you stop moving?" Eva said.

She and Rockefeller Jr. were tied together.

The more the eldest young master struggled, the more uncomfortable she became.

"Well, we're afraid we're going to die here." Little Rockefeller stopped squirming like maggots, "These people don't even want money, I'm afraid they just want my life!"

"But they can kill me, but they must let you live. Otherwise, even if I go to hell, I will curse them with the most vicious curse." He muttered.

Eva didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The eldest young master is a good man.

But growing up with a golden key in his mouth, he probably has never seen those vicious gangsters in the west.

How could these people let a woman live?

If these people still don't like the master who wastes food, their fate will be even more tragic.

Eva took a deep breath and prepared herself mentally.

"Do you really not care about my past?" She tilted her head.

"I don't care!" Rockefeller said firmly.

"Are you two done yet?"

The masked man came back from the door again.

He walked up to Eva and looked up and down at the woman in front of him. The eyes exposed in the two holes in the mask kept rolling.

"Why don't you let the brothers have some fun while it's still hot?" Holiday, wearing a mask, moved his neck.

"Let her go! You beast!" Little Rockefeller roared angrily. "If you were a man! Come at me!"

Holiday slowly moved in front of the eldest young master and glanced at him up and down.

"Snapped!"

There was another palm mark on the eldest young master's face.

Holiday slapped him again unexpectedly.

"I'm not interested in your ass!" the IRS director yelled.

At this moment, several gunshots were suddenly heard outside the room.

Then, the gunfire became more intense.

"What the hell?" Holiday took out a revolver from his clothes and walked towards the door of the room.

He turned his head and turned to the two tied people:

"You bitch man and woman, I'll deal with you later."

Then, he ducked out of the room door.

"Will someone come to save us?"

Little Rockefeller listened to the gunshots getting closer and closer outside.

His clothes were soaked with sweat now.

Same goes for Eva.

The two men were breathing heavily and in shock.

"I really can't imagine anyone coming to save us at this time." Eva's chest rose and fell.

"Boom!"

The door was kicked open and a group of people rushed in with pistols.

The leader is a man with a beautiful mustache.

He glanced left and right, then walked towards the two people tied to the pillar.

The mustache conjured a dagger out of nowhere and stabbed it several times.

Little Rockefeller only felt the shadow of a knife flashing in front of his eyes.

Then the ropes that tied him and Eva fell to the ground.

Just as he was about to speak, the finger of the mustache pointed at him:

"Don't talk now, listen to me."

Little Rockefeller glanced at the dagger in Mustache's hand and closed his mouth.

"I came to rescue you on the order of Mr. Chen." Hanif said, "You two are being targeted by both black and white in New York."

"The police are looking for you because someone saw your car at the scene; the Harriman people are also looking for you, the same people who just kidnapped you."

"Mr. Chen can send you to Lincoln County, where you will be safe."

"If you are willing, then we will leave now. If not, then we will leave now, and you can escape freely."

Hanif subconsciously touched his raised beard.

"I've finished speaking, do you have anything else to say?"

Young Rockefeller thought for a while: "Otherwise, I'd better go back and find my father. Maybe he"

He was only halfway through his words when he was interrupted by Eva:

"Let's go to Roswell. I'd like to live there with Mr. Rockefeller."

She took little Rockefeller's hand.

"Please take us out of New York now."

Eva is far more understanding of people's hearts than little Rockefeller, who was born with a golden key in his mouth.

Does she have a choice?

She has dealt with Chen Jianqiu and knows what kind of person he is.

At the same time, Eva also saw a hint of imperceptible coldness in Hanif's eyes when Rockefeller was speaking just now.

She had no doubt that if she really did what the young master said, there would probably be two more bodies tied to stones at the bottom of the Hudson River tomorrow.

Hanif looked at little Rockefeller:

"What do you mean?"

"My dear, wherever you go, I will go."

Little Rockefeller completely ignored Hanif and did not care about the danger he was in. Instead, he stared at Eva affectionately.

Hanif almost vomited.

It is always said that women are prone to falling in love, but why is this young man from a well-off family also in this state?

"Mr. Rockefeller, when you go to the west, you won't have much to do with the Rockefeller family. You have to stay anonymous and be an ordinary person." Hanif reminded him kindly.

"I don't care, as long as I can be with the one I love, I can live anywhere." Little Rockefeller still stared at Eva without looking at Hanif.

"I've long been tired of the so-called 'family life' and I'm not a good heir. Wouldn't it be better for me to live quietly like an ordinary person?" he said.

"OK, it's such a happy decision!" Hanif clapped his hands.

The couple got into a car prepared by Hanif and left New York City overnight.

They boarded the train from Main and were escorted by Secret Service agents all the way to Lincoln County.

There, Chen Jianqiu prepared a farm and a country villa for them.

Looking at the endless crops on the farm and the lush vegetation on the surrounding mountains, Eva felt calm for the first time.

Also at peace was Rockefeller Jr.

He is safe now.

There is no more pressure from his strict father; no more confusion and worries about the emptiness of life, and the person he loves is by his side.

What could be happier than this?

In New York, Eva's disappearance did not cause much ripples.

The unfortunate driver was imprisoned for several months, and there was not enough evidence to prove that he was necessarily connected to Harriman's death.

The detective in charge of the case nervously informed Mr. Wyatt, the New York Police Commissioner, of the results.

Unexpectedly, the director didn't care at all.

"Perhaps we met a drunk driver by the river." The director said disapprovingly.

The detective breathed a sigh of relief.

If it was a traffic accident, it would not be surprising in New York. After all, this city does not even have traffic lights now.

Citizens have become accustomed to this.

Since the leader has said so, there is no need to take it too seriously.

As a result, Harriman's case was settled.

Northern Securities, which had lost Harriman, was quickly defeated by the government's fierce offensive and faced the situation of being dismembered.

On the other hand, Mr. "Little Rockefeller" began to act out of character, no longer indulged in sensuality, and began to appear frequently in New York's business circles.

One sunny Sunday, he appeared at his father's door.