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

Zhou Zheng and Wei Xin were in a hard fight at this time. There were only two of them, but there were more than a dozen people on the opposite side.

Although the traps in the forest caused them some trouble and injured a few, even the remaining people were not easy to solve.

Zhou Zheng raised his gun and had just knocked down a person. The intensive firepower hit the place where he was as if it was free of charge. The rocks behind him kept flying sparks, and the two of them were beaten so hard that they could not lift their heads.

"Hurry up, surround them, I want to catch them alive, I want them to pay the price." Ethan shouted arrogantly to his men, he felt that he had already grasped the victory.

Several minions howled and rushed forward. Zhou Zheng and Wei Xin immediately stood up, picked up the spray guns next to them and fired together. The three people at the front immediately fell down.

One of the two men is holding a pump-action shotgun, and the other is holding a lever-action shotgun. The rate of fire of these things is the same as that of a revolver. It all depends on how fast your hands are...

Although these people were gangsters, they were probably not experienced gangsters. Although each of them fired their guns very fast, their accuracy was basically not there.

It only took a moment for the two men to appear and the three of them to fall. Only then did the remaining gangsters react. They raised their guns and poured out their own firepower at the position of the two men, and the boss behind them After urging, several gangsters surrounded him.

The two people quickly squatted down and tried to load bullets, but they were too late. People who were surrounding them from other directions had already rushed up.

Zhou Zheng pulled out the dog-leg knife from his waist and threw it to Wei Xin, while he rushed directly towards the guy who was charging forward.

The best way at this time is to fight in close combat. Both he and Wei Xin are masters. It is worth fighting these people in close combat, but shooting will not work. No matter how powerful the master is, he will die with one shot. The only way is to mess with them. Together, we won't be shot to death randomly.

If the bandit leader was willing to kill his own men as well, then he would admit it.

Zhou Zheng jumped up, raised his right leg and aimed a flying knee at the man's chest. The man never expected that the two surrounded people would dare to rush forward and fight hand to hand.

Caught off guard, Zhou Zheng was hit with a quick and fierce knee that knocked him to the ground.

The two people behind him wanted to shoot, but their perspectives were blocked by their companions, and they were at a loss for fear of accidental injury.

Zhou Zheng rolled over, and when he stood up again, he had already pulled out the pistol from his waist and quickly pulled the trigger at the two people in front of him.

Wei Xin on the side looked a little reckless. There were only two people here. He grabbed the barrel of the shotgun with his left hand, used the gun as a hammer and smashed it towards the current person.

The person on the other side wanted to raise a gun to fight back, but was hit in the head with a shot. His hand shook and he shot Wei Xin in the thigh. This guy was also a ruthless man. He gritted his teeth and continued to brandish the weapon in his hand.

Seeing that the guy in front of him had been smashed until his face was covered in blood. He threw away the bent gun in his hand, grabbed him and held him in front of him.

Bullets hit the guy one after another, blocking several fatal attacks for Wei Xin. Wei Xin grabbed the guy and yelled, then threw the guy out and hit another person.

The man was in panic when he saw that his companion had been hit, and was knocked to the ground by his companion's body. Just as he was about to get up, Wei Xin limped over, picked up the dog-leg knife, and slashed Plunge directly into his body.

This guy was a street guy in his hometown. How could he get ahead with little skill? Fights were commonplace. He kept pulling out a knife and inserting it again. He looked like the King of Hell with blood all over his body.

Zhou Zheng glanced at Wei Xin, and then at the bandit leader. There were only three people there. Without hesitation, Zhou Zheng turned his gun around, fired at that side, and rushed over quickly.

Ethan really didn't expect these two to be so fierce, and his little brother was seriously injured in an instant.

He immediately regretted it. He should have thought that these two people could easily take over James' camp. How could it be so easy to deal with.

With fear in his heart, when he saw Zhou Zheng rushing towards him, his legs suddenly became weak and he hurriedly pushed the two younger brothers behind him forward: "Quick, go up and kill him." Then he walked towards him step by step. Back away.

He was afraid, and his younger brother was not much better. The two people panicked and prepared to shoot, but Zhou Zheng shot one of them directly.

The remaining boy raised his rifle and shot Zhou Zheng, but Zhou Zheng was very fast, and the distance between them was not that far in the first place. Under Zhou Zheng's full sprint, he was just about to pull the trigger. By that time, Zhou Zheng had already rushed up.

Zhou Zheng dropped the pistol with no bullets in his hand, stretched out his hand and slapped the rifle from the side. The bullet flew past Zhou Zheng's hair. When the guy saw this, he was stunned on the spot, only to see a fist as big as a sandbag hitting him. His eyes grew bigger and bigger, and then he lost consciousness.

Ethan looked at Zhou Zheng, who looked like a god of war, walking towards him step by step. His younger brother had all been destroyed, his legs were weak, and he knelt directly on the ground.

"Spare me, I...I shouldn't have chased him out, I..." Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Zheng punched him in the head, knocking him out.

Zhou Zheng was holding his knees with both hands and breathing heavily. Wei Xin limped over and said, "Master, is there anyone else?"

"It should...it should be gone." Zhou Zheng picked up the pistol he threw on the ground, looked at the scratches on the stone, and suddenly felt heartbroken.

"Last hit, everyone has to be shot in the head regardless of whether they are dead or not. Go ahead." Zhou Zheng said to Wei Xin.

"Ah, this... whip... whip the corpse?" Wei Xin said blankly.

Zhou Zheng slapped him on the back of the head: "What are you thinking about? Just touch up, because there are countless people who have overturned. Remember, being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself."

He put the pistol back into the holster, grabbed the rifle on the ground and handed it to Wei Xin: "Go quickly, don't miss it."

"Hey, I got it." Wei Xin was not a fool. He knew that his own life was the most important thing. He took the rifle from Zhou Zheng's hand and shot everyone on the ground.

Zhou Zheng took out the rope he carried with him, tied up Ethan, and then sat on a big rock to rest. This night was so miserable.

Fortunately, these people are not elites. Zhou Zheng can see that whether it is marksmanship or skill, compared with the animals of the Vanderlinde gang, these people are just new recruits at best. It seems that Colm took away all his elites. Those who stay at home and guard the house are those who have little fighting ability.

Wei Xin had already stabbed everyone, and Zhou Zheng watched him limping back: "How is it? Is your leg okay?"

Looking down at his leg, Wei Xin smiled and said, "It's okay, the bullet passed by and didn't penetrate the flesh."

"You have to stop the bleeding quickly. Let's go to the hut. There should be something useful there."