Chapter 992: As long as the revolver fires fast, there are no prisoners, only targets!

Indian Reservation,

In the snow-covered hunter's cabin, stirring the steaming bean porridge with a spoon,

Zhang Cheng then turned his head and said, "Just the two of you?"

Facing Zhang Cheng, the two remained silent for a long time, but the young man looked at the fat man beside him.

Noticing this scene, Rooster, who was to the side, said, "This isn't a portion for two; there should be others coming!"

"Are you afraid of him?"

Looking at the young man, Zhang Cheng stepped on the fat man's cheek with his foot and couldn't help but ask.

"Ah!"

Under the heart-wrenching pain, the fat man struggled and said, "Bastard, let me go!"

"It seems he doesn't understand his situation!"

Raising the revolver in his hand, Zhang Cheng pulled the trigger directly.

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, the fat man immediately went silent.

Looking at his companion who had completely lost all movement, the young man was now thoroughly panicked.

"Tell me, who are you? Who are the food and supplies here for?"

Raising his gun again, Zhang Cheng aimed at the young man.

"It's Ned; we are waiting for him to come and pick up the supplies tonight!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in fear, the young man finally spoke after seeing his companion die.

Hearing this, Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "Smart kid. Lai Fujie, take him out and hang him!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in shock, Mattie was stunned upon hearing this and quickly said, "You can't do that, he..."

"I don't care who he is; after all, I came here just to make the town a bit more peaceful!"

Speaking to Mattie beside him, Zhang Cheng smiled.

Did he need to identify who the other party was? No, not at all. As long as the revolver fires fast, there are no prisoners, only targets!

In this world of the West, the strong are the ones who make the rules!

What he needed most right now was money, and then to head to California to "start a business"!

As for why he didn't just go and rob the Wells Fargo bank, it was because Zhang Cheng had his eyes on the silver mine within the reservation.

Once Ned and the others were dealt with, everything here would be his.

As a sheriff with abundant martial virtue, he didn't believe anyone would dare to snatch food from the tiger's mouth in front of him.

So, whatever "justice" was, it was just a means he used to cover things up!

Zhang Cheng: Justice? Do you see me having any?

Lai Fujie: ...

Picking up the rope, Lai Fujie wrapped it directly around the man's neck and pulled hard.

Before long, after the man was hanging from a tree, Zhang Cheng looked at Rooster and LaBoeuf beside him and said, "You can eat here and rest for a while; I'm going out to set an ambush!"

"No, we're coming with you!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng say this, Rooster and LaBoeuf immediately followed him out.

In the ice and snow, everyone hid together on the rock wall.

Holding a long-barreled rifle, Zhang Cheng aimed into the distance and said, "They're here!"

Just as everyone was shivering from the cold, a team of five people arrived.

When they arrived at the cabin, they were stunned on the spot because a companion was hanging from a tree.

Just as Ned sensed something was wrong, gunshots rang out.

Everyone aimed at their own targets, and after a few whistles, many people fell from their horses.

Pulling the trigger continuously, Zhang Cheng stood up and aimed at Ned’s back.

"Damn it, it's a trap! Fuck you!"

Roaring in anger, Ned felt his scalp go numb.

However, at that moment, he sensed danger and quickly lowered his body.

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced his back, and Ned screamed in pain.

And just as he was about to escape, Zhang Cheng rotated the rifle in his hand and aimed again.

"Hoo!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Cheng exhaled a thick mist.

"Bang!"

One shot hit Ned in the head, and he immediately fell from his horse.

Looking at the robbers who had been almost entirely wiped out, Zhang Cheng led the group down.

"Go take a look and see if the Chaney you're looking for is among them!"

Arriving in front of Ned, Zhang Cheng checked the man and then squatted down to search his body.

However, after touching a piece of silver, Zhang Cheng stood up with a smile on his face.

It seemed the news about the silver mine was true; he was about to get rich.

Although the price of silver wasn't very high on the other side of the ocean, which was on the gold standard, it was still a precious metal.

Zhang Cheng was a frugal man; he would pick up even a single grain of rice if it fell on the ground.

As the newly appointed sheriff, Ned hadn't taken the initiative to pay him tribute; wasn't that looking down on him, Zhang?

Therefore, Zhang Cheng decided to step in personally and reclaim the ownership of the silver mine.

"Damn it, Chaney isn't among them!"

After searching a circle, Rooster and LaBoeuf were immediately angry because they hadn't found Chaney’s figure.

Hearing the two, Zhang Cheng frowned and said, "It seems they must have others!"

The battle situation slowly emerged in his mind; as the red dots fled into the distance, Zhang Cheng knew it must have been the sound of gunfire that startled them.

Burning the bodies on the spot, Zhang Cheng crossed his arms and said, "What are you going to do next? Continue the pursuit, or leave now?"

"They will probably escape; it will be very difficult to catch them now!"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, Rooster’s words seemed to be directed at Mattie.

Because of Ned’s death, the so-called Lucky Ned gang would surely fall apart.

However, looking at Rooster and LaBoeuf, Mattie asked, "Will you continue?"

"Of course, but it depends on whether we can catch them!"

Speaking with some helplessness, the two also appeared very awkward.

But at this moment, Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "If you find it troublesome, you can leave. Anyway, I will catch that guy and hang him on the town railing!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng say this, Rooster and LaBoeuf stared at him seriously.

Because wasn't this just being argumentative?

Returning to the cabin to rest, no one cared about the blood spilled on the floor.

The next day, the heavy snow seemed to have lessened a lot, but walking still appeared very difficult.

Crossing the forest, the sound of rapid hoofbeats seemed to ring out around them.

Seeing this, Zhang Cheng quickly signaled to Rooster and LaBoeuf beside him: "The Indians are coming; don't do anything rash, I'll handle the communication!"

Just as Zhang Cheng finished speaking, a whistling sound appeared.

When many Indians arrived on horseback, Zhang Cheng shouted, "Everyone, don't be agitated! I'm one of your own; I want to see your chief!"

Just as Zhang Cheng spoke in fluent Indian, Tristan beside him was surprised: "He has Indian blood too?"

"I don't know!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in shock, Lai Fujie was also dumbfounded.

Because wasn't Zhang Cheng from the East? How could he even speak Indian?

When the group was brought to the tribe by the Indians, Zhang Cheng spoke with a smile: "I am very happy to see you, my kin!"

"You are?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng suspiciously, the chief who walked out was full of surprise.

"A guest from the East; thousands of years ago, we flowed with the same blood. I am here to help you!"

Indicating that he was not a threat, Zhang Cheng slowly unbuttoned his clothes and spoke.

Hearing Zhang Cheng’s words, Tristan said in shock: "Do Easterners and Indians share the same ancestor?"

"Damn it, don't ask me, I don't know!"

Looking at Tristan’s gaze, Rooster couldn't help but complain.