Chapter 617 Passersby

Wendy finally heard the long-awaited gunshot, but the fierce battle she imagined did not happen. The gunshot lasted for less than a minute and ended.

After that, calm was restored outside, and Wendy felt uneasy, not knowing who would be the final winner.

Until someone knocked on her door, Wendy suddenly became nervous again. She looked around and finally grabbed the fruit knife on the table.

"I hope you won't stab me when I go in." Zhang Heng's voice came from outside the house.

Wendy breathed a sigh of relief, but she did not open the door immediately, but asked, "Are you the only one outside?"

"You can lie under the door and take a look."

Wendy actually lay down after hearing this, and only saw a pair of shoes outside through the crack of the door.

She then opened the door, but still hid the knife behind her.

"It's over." Zhang Heng said outside the door, and handed a revolver to Wendy. "I killed the other people, caught the guy pretending to be the sheriff, and was about to interrogate him. In the meantime, there will be more trouble. Look at the boss below, we still don’t know what the relationship between this group of people is and the people in the town, and we don’t know if they have any accomplices, so it’s always right to be cautious.”

"If you want to interrogate him, can I listen outside the room?" Wendy asked.

"No, the interrogation scene may be a bit inappropriate for children." Zhang Heng said, "It would be better if you wait outside. I will tell you when you find out something."

After Zhang Heng finished speaking, without waiting for Wendy's reaction, he turned around and went back, closing the door at the same time.

Wendy walked out of the room and saw the blood stains downstairs, but the body had been dragged into the kitchen by Zhang Heng, so she couldn't see it. Wendy moved a chair and sat in front of the boss who was completely paralyzed by fear. She didn't need to see it. The latter had just seen two people die in front of him. One of them had his head exploded. Plasma was splashed all over his face. His legs had already become weak and he couldn't run away even if he wanted to.

But Wendy still decided to do something, waved the revolver in her hand, and threatened the other party again, "Be honest, I will kill you if you dare to move. My shooting skills are very good."

About twenty minutes later, a gunshot was heard from the second floor, and then Zhang Heng walked out of the house.

"How is it?" Wendy stood up, "Have you got any news about my father?"

"Well, basically everything has been figured out, but I have to go rescue people first, and I'll explain it to you when I come back later," Zhang Heng said.

"Help, where?"

"The church, the missing peasants are there, and there are four guards in that place."

"Is my father there too?"

"No, your father is not in town, but he should be in no danger for the time being."

Before Zhang Heng left, he added, "After I leave, close the door of the hotel and don't let anyone else get close. Also, don't trust the people in the town."

"Okay." Wendy nodded.

After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he hurriedly left the hotel carrying a bag containing weapons.

Wendy watched his figure disappear into the night, but when she turned around, she found that the innkeeper's face was pale and he muttered, "It's over, it's all over."

"What's over?" Wendy asked.

The boss was indifferent when he heard this and just murmured, "We will all go to hell."

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Zhang Heng did not run to the church immediately. Instead, he went to the grocery store he had visited during the day, broke in directly, and stuffed the three shotguns and five revolvers on the shelf into himself. There was still ammunition in his weapon bag, and he also took some more. Hearing the commotion at the grocery store's pull panel, he came down from upstairs, still wearing pajamas.

Seeing that Zhang Heng was stunned and still a little unaware of what was going on, he asked stupidly, "You... what are you going to do?"

"Borrow something and return it to you after use." Zhang Heng put the last box of ammunition in and picked up the bag.

Only then did the boss react and his eyes widened, "Are you going to rob? In our town? Aren't you afraid of being arrested by the sheriff?"

"The Sheriff of Bliss has died a long time ago, and he died in your hands. I think I don't have to worry about him anymore. If you are talking about the impostor, I don't think he will have any objection to it. ." Zhang Heng said.

After saying that, he kicked open the door of the grocery store, placed the bag of weapons and ammunition on Carrot, and then headed straight to the church one by one.

When approaching the church, Zhang Heng jumped off his horse.

He has not yet learned to shoot while riding a horse, but his experience of wandering at sea has made his balance much better than the average person. It will be a matter of time before he masters this skill. However, before that, he still only Able to dismount and fight.

The door of the church was closed, and there was a faint light coming from inside.

Zhang Heng walked to the door, leaned against the door, and fired a shot into the sky. Half a minute later, the door was opened a crack, and the barrel of the gun was stretched out. He turned around and saw no one, so he The owner, a one-eyed gunman, carefully poked his head out.

Zhang Heng killed the unfortunate guy with one shot.

Then he pulled out the revolver from his waist with his left hand and passed by the gap. He still adopted the same strategy as before. He first broke the kerosene lamp and plunged the church into darkness, and then used the [Filter Lens] to The light compensated and the three gunmen inside were taken care of in an unhurried manner.

When Zhang Heng put away the [filter lens] and lit the kerosene lamp again, he saw haggard faces, most of them black, and a disheveled girl hiding her face in the corner and crying.

Zhang Heng took off his coat and covered her body. His eyes finally fell on a strong man beside the pulpit. The latter should be the leader of this group of people, because when Zhang Heng walked in, no. The few people looked at him in panic, obviously they were used to letting him make decisions.

"How many of you are there?" Zhang Heng asked.

"There are twenty people on the first floor, and there are thirty people on the second floor, but most of them are women and children. They killed half of the men." The sturdy black man said, with a flash of anger in his eyes.

"Okay, pick some people who can fight, both men and women." Zhang Heng threw the sack containing the firearms and bullets on the ground, and pointed to the corpse on the ground, "Get armed, the sooner the better. We'll be out of here in five minutes."

"Sir, are you the bailiff nearby?" someone asked hopefully.

"No, I'm just a passerby." Zhang Heng replied, pulling down the brim of his hat.