"What will you do if I leave?" Wendy asked. She knew that Zhang Heng's horsemanship was mediocre. If the situation got really bad, he wouldn't be able to break out of the encirclement on horseback. "Although I'm anxious to find my father, I don't want to risk your life. If it doesn't work, we'll leave this town first. By the way, we can also go to the neighboring towns for help."
"Where to? Luns or Spur Town? These are the two closest towns, but they only have one sheriff. Or do you want to go back to Glen Town and ask Sheriff Dolan, whose horse I just killed, for help? Let's not talk about his position first. If we leave, they will definitely be alerted. "Zhang Heng cleaned his rifle." Don't worry, I can handle this. "
"How? You said that they are likely to have a group of people. Five, seven … or maybe even a dozen. You're alone, and your horsemanship sucks."
"Thank you for reminding me of this unfortunate fact," Zhang Heng said. "But fortunately, I'm not planning to run."
"Are you crazy? You only have three guns."
"Six boxes of bullets. That's enough," Zhang Heng said. "The biggest mistake they made was choosing to attack at night."
"Why?"
"You'll know when the time comes," Zhang Heng said calmly.
…
Wendy was a little absent-minded during dinner. She kept thinking about Zhang Heng's words, but no matter how hard she thought, she couldn't figure out what Zhang Heng was going to do to kill an enemy several times their size.
Since the enemy had decided to attack them tonight, they would definitely be well-prepared. He might be able to kill one or two of them with a sneak attack, but once the rest of them realized what was going on, Zhang Heng didn't look like he had a chance of winning.
However, the person in question didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.
Night fell quickly. To avoid arousing suspicion, Zhang Heng and Wendy returned to their respective rooms.
Zhang Heng loaded the bullets into the gun that he had just serviced, then moved a stool and sat by the window. He drew the curtains, leaving only a gap that faced the street below. He then took out the Filter Lens.
This D-grade item was a classic example of how its level did not represent its usefulness. Coupled with Zhang Heng's shooting and archery skills, the more he used it, the more useful it became.
His field of vision within a range of 300 meters was unaffected by light, natural environment, and other factors, so fighting at night did not affect him at all.
This was also his biggest trump card tonight.
Zhang Heng was ready, waiting for his prey to come to him.
Loew and his men, who pretended to be the sheriff, arrived earlier than expected. It wasn't even 12 o 'clock yet, but they were already at the hotel, probably thinking that they had the two of them in the bag.
This was also a very normal thing. A strange combination of a Chinese man and a little girl, no matter how one looked at it, would not be dangerous.
Following Zhang Heng's instructions, Wendy blocked the window. To prevent stray bullets from hitting her, she even overturned the heavy table in front of the window. After doing all this, she felt a little more at ease, but her heart was still racing. She pressed her ear against the wall, but Zhang Heng's house next door was quiet.
The silence even made Wendy wonder if Zhang Heng had already left. Just as her imagination was running wild, the sound of hooves came from downstairs. Wendy suddenly felt nervous, but the room next door was still quiet.
Zhang Heng did not take advantage of this opportunity to shoot down from above. Instead, he waited for Loew to enter the hotel.
A total of six of them came on this trip. Two of them guarded the door, while the other two guarded the first floor, ready to provide support at a moment's notice. Loew and another man went up to the second floor. The owner of the hotel was terrified. One of the guards on the first floor gestured for him to keep quiet, and the owner collapsed to the ground.
Wendy saw a figure through the crack in the door, but the man only paused outside her door for a moment before moving on.
Obviously, Loew and his men did not see her as a threat. To them, as long as they killed the Easterner, the battle would be over.
Wendy thought that if she had a gun, she might be able to take them by surprise and kill them all. Unfortunately, although her marksmanship had improved along the way, Zhang Heng refused to give her a gun to defend herself no matter what she said.
In fact, this was what worried Zhang Heng the most. He did not care whether Wendy could help or not. What worried him the most was that the child was too brave. With a gun in hand, she would rush into battle. This was also the problem faced by many rookies. Once they had a gun in hand, they would always feel that they had to do something.
Zhang Heng had already experienced it once in the valley, and he did not want to experience it again.
Wendy's heart was in her throat. She had lost count of how many times she had screamed in her heart, hoping that Zhang Heng would shoot. But still, there was no movement from next door.
Loew and his companion looked at each other. The latter took a few steps back, then kicked the door open. Loew immediately raised his rifle. To his surprise, however, there was no one in the room.
Loew and his companion walked into the room, frowning at the empty stool by the window. "Where did that guy go?"
A gunshot answered him, and then Loew's companion fell to the ground.
Loew was shocked, not because someone had ambushed him, but because the gunshot came from above him. It was too late for him to raise his gun. Zhang Heng let go of the wooden plank in his left hand, jumped down from the roof, and smashed the butt of his rifle into Loew's face. Without a word, the latter fell to the ground.
When the people downstairs heard the gunshots, they immediately pulled out their pistols. However, Zhang Heng was faster. Instead of aiming at the people, he aimed at the kerosene lamp on the table downstairs and pulled the trigger. After a loud gunshot, the lamp was shattered, and the hotel was plunged into darkness. After that, Zhang Heng ignored the people downstairs and went to the window again.
The two men guarding the door on the street outside heard the gunshot. One of them dismounted, while the other raised his gun and aimed at the window.
Zhang Heng did not open the window. Instead, he smashed it together with the glass, killing the man who was on guard. At this time, the other man had just dismounted from his horse and lowered his body, thinking that the people above should not be able to see him clearly in the dark. However, Zhang Heng pulled the trigger guard and reloaded the bullet. With a click, the hammer was pressed down, the gun returned to its original position, and the chamber was sealed. After that, the fourth bullet was fired, and Zhang Heng completed three kills.
On the other side, although the two men downstairs had already pulled out their guns, they had lost their light source and could only fire like headless flies.
Zhang Heng leaned against the door, saw where they were, and killed them one by one. In a battle like this, he had the advantage of the right time and place. He did not even break a sweat before the fight was over.
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