He's in the west, he's a cowboy

Now that you have gained something, let’s go back early.

Zhou Zheng rode his horse back unsteadily. He took out the map and looked at it carefully, wanting to see where else he could go nearby.

Anyway, it's still early, and it's rare to be able to go out so leisurely. It would be good to find more places to hang out.

But then again, there seems to be nothing interesting about Ambarino.

The entire Ambarino is basically in a deserted state, otherwise Luoyu and the others would not have been driven here.

It would be nice to go and see Luoyu and the others. The living conditions of their tribe are so poor that it doesn’t matter what they want.

However, this road is quite difficult. There is no road yet. If you want to go there, you have to turn back. You have to go back to Lake Isabella first, then go east across the mountains, and then follow the railway line.

It was too troublesome to go back and forth, so Zhou Zheng thought about it and forgot about it.

Going out for a walk is just a temporary solution, not the root cause. The most important issue now is to quickly find something for Arthur and John to do.

In fact, it seems that gangs are a good choice now... Zhou Zheng suddenly had this magical idea in his head.

Don't get me wrong, it definitely can't be a gang like the Van der Linde Gang or the O'Drisco Gang. This kind of gangsters that roam everywhere and rob houses have no way to survive.

What Zhou Zheng wants to do is to get local gangs like the Laremy Gang that Arthur mentioned before.

He had known about this gang before. They were gangsters on the surface, but in fact they were thugs for some rich locals in Strawberry Town. When there were things that the rich were unwilling or inconvenient to do, it was these people's turn.

These people had come to Chui Dog Ranch to cause trouble before, but at that time Zhou Zheng and the others were still shopping with Zhou Xing in Annesburg.

Those people wanted to come to the ranch to collect protection money. John originally wanted to kill them directly, but Hosea took them out in just a few clicks.

Then it was simple. Isabella took out the William family's style and the land deed signed by the mayor of Strawberry Town and threw it in front of the guy's eyes. The so-called boss immediately left politely after seeing this.

It is also because of this that Zhou Zheng and the others have not troubled them even after they have been back for so long.

It is necessary to think about this matter carefully. In the United States, in addition to the obvious judicial rights, gangs are a very important part of society.

As the saying goes, rights don't disappear, they only transfer. Rather than some inexplicable gangsters appearing to cause trouble in the future, it is better to create one yourself now and occupy the ecological niche here first.

In this way, even if some gangsters come over in the future, gangsters versus gangsters, even if there is a fight or something like that, what are they afraid of?

Now that the business in the store is getting bigger and bigger, there will definitely be people who will be jealous in the future. If the guarantee is not complete, it will inexplicably attract some strange people, and some things are not easy to do openly.

Private wine is a very important thing. If this thing becomes very profitable, Zhou Zheng really wants to get this thing into his own hands.

When the time comes, Hosea will be responsible for making money on the surface, Zhou Zheng will lead the gang, and William will act as a protective umbrella. The trinity will be the most stable.

To be honest, Zhou Zheng had not thought about inheriting William's political resources and becoming a member of parliament in the future, but he gave up after careful consideration.

It's not that Zhou Zheng is incompetent and can't play in officialdom, but that the discrimination in the United States is too serious.

Forget about the overt discrimination, the most terrifying thing is the hidden discrimination. If you are not white, you cannot be promoted, no matter how hard you are behind your back.

Especially in West Elizabeth, it was impossible for anyone other than a white person to obtain high office. (The prototype of West Elizabeth is the famous Texas, a famous red-neck state, and the prototype of Blackwater Town is Houston.)

As soon as he said it, Zhou Zheng put his horse under his belly and started galloping. He was going to discuss it with Arthur and the others.

Just as he was approaching Coulter Village, a burst of rapid gunfire rang out, and Zhou Zheng immediately pulled his horse to a stop.

He carefully identified the direction from which the gunfire came, and determined that it was coming from Plow Village. It seemed that something had happened to John and the others.

He quickly dismounted, took out his gun, and fully armed himself. Then he walked forward on foot and ran quickly along the path towards Coulter Village.

This place is not far from Coulter Village. The movement of riding horses is too great. If there are not many people on the other side, Arthur and John can handle it enough. If there were many people, he would be treated as a target if he rushed in on horseback.

It's better to sneak in quietly and see what happens.

Zhou Zheng crouched and slowly approached an abandoned small house. In front of him was a gangster hiding behind the house.

The distance was already very close. Zhou Zheng quietly put down his gun and slowly pulled out the dog-leg knife from his waist, looking like a cheetah.

Taking advantage of a burst of messy gunfire, Zhou Zheng quickly rushed over. He pressed the man directly to the ground, pressed his head into the snow, and then raised the knife and chopped towards the neck.

The thick snow on the ground filled his mouth, preventing him from shouting for the first time, and then a knife directly separated his head.

Zhou Zheng stood up, hid where the man had just been hiding, and slowly looked outside.

He saw several people in shabby clothes surrounding a small house in the middle of the village from several directions. There were also two corpses lying in front of the house. It seemed that they were two brave and unlucky people who had been taught by Arthur and the others. .

The remaining people were sitting behind the bunker, crouching their waists and not daring to raise their heads. They just stretched out their guns and shot randomly.

Zhou Zheng was relieved when he saw this. There was nothing these people could do against Arthur and John.

After a while, a leader seemed to become anxious. With a wave of his hand, the three men began to boldly walk towards the hut where John and the others were hiding.

Those people were trembling as if they were walking on the road to hell. Several people behind them, including the leader, were firing desperately to cover them.

Seeing this, Zhou Zheng knew it was his turn to play. He picked up the pump-action shotgun behind his back and rushed directly towards the leading position.

To capture the thief, capture the king first. As long as the leader falls, the remaining minions have nothing to fear.

There were four people left beside the leader. Zhou Zheng came out from behind them and squeezed the trigger with his right hand. He quickly pulled the handguard in front of the gun with his left hand. Six rounds of shotguns flew towards the backs of those people like rain. go.

The sudden attack made those people panic. The high-speed flying iron sand directly penetrated the bodies of the two people, and the splashing blood fell on the white snow, which was particularly dazzling.

The leader hurriedly huddled behind a bunker and shouted loudly. The three people who had gone out hurriedly ran back, but there was no chance. Arthur and John kicked the door open directly and fired four revolvers. , those people fell to the ground neatly in an instant.

Under the double attack of Zhou Zheng and John Arthur, the remaining gangsters were quickly killed one by one. The leader was shot in the head by Zhou Zheng's spray gun, and the powerful shotgun directly killed him. My head was blown off.