Chapter 615 - Night Combat (1/2)

Chapter 615 Night Combat

“What about you?” Wendy asked. Zhang Heng was not precisely an expert horserider. If the situation turned ugly, he probably wouldn’t be escaping on horseback. “I may be desperate to find my father, but I don’t want you to risk your life either. If things don’t work out here, we can always get out of this town. We can still seek help in the other towns nearby.”

“Where? Rensselar or Spurs? These two are the nearest towns, but they only have one sheriff. Or were you thinking about going back to Glen and ask Sheriff Doland, whose horse I killed, for help? Let’s not talk about his stand first. Once we leave, they will surely suspect something isn’t right.”

Zhang Heng was just finished cleaning the rifle. “Don’t worry. I can handle it.”

“How? You said before that they could be a whole group of them-five, seven… Worst-case scenario, there could be dozens of them, and you’re only one man. Not to mention your horseriding sucks.”

“Thank you for reminding me of the unfortunate fact, but thank your lucky stars I don’t plan to run.”

“Are you out of your mind? You’ve only got three guns!”

“And six boxes of ammunition. That’s enough,” Zhang Heng retorted. “Their biggest mistake would be to make a move at night.”

“Why?” “You’ll see,” Zhang Heng answered calmly.

Wendy was a little distracted throughout dinner. Zhang Heng’s words kept replaying itself in her mind, and no matter how hard she thought about it, she could not figure out how Zhang Heng planned to eliminate an enemy that outnumbered him.

If they were planning to attack Zhang Heng and Wendy tonight, they would come prepared. Even if Zhang Heng could ambush a couple of them, there was no chance of a victory once the rest joined in.

However, the person concerned did not seem worried at all.

Night fell quickly. To avoid raising suspicions, Zhang Heng and Wendy returned to their respective rooms.

Zhang Heng loaded bullets into the firearm he just serviced. Picking up a stool, he sat by the window. The curtains were drawn, leaving only a tiny slit that allowed him to look down at the street below. Once he was in position, he took out the (Filter Lens).

This small D-grade item was one example in which grade did not represent an item’s function. With Zhang Heng’s shooting and archery skills, the more he used it, the handier it became. His field of vision within 300 meters became completely unhindered by factors including natural light and weather, so fighting in the dark was pretty much a breeze.

In fact, this would become his most significant advantage tonight.

Zhang Heng was ready. All that was left to do now was to wait for the prey to come. Lowe, the fake sheriff, and his men were earlier than Zhang Heng expected. It was not even midnight yet when they arrived in front of the hotel. They probably thought that they were going to win, hands down.

That was expected. What kind of danger could the strange combination of a Chinese man and a little girl pose?

Wendy did as was instructed, and blocked the window to keep stray bullets from hitting her. She even flipped over the heavy desk in the room, thus using it as a barricade for the window. As she built her little fort, she became a little less anxious, but her heart was still racing.