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

Several people walked along the carriage to the end. The last carriage was Cornwall's private carriage. As soon as they entered it, they felt like they had entered another world.

The fireplace beside the wall makes the carriage warm as spring. The overall decoration is magnificent, just like a royal palace, with exquisite carvings and decorations. Every corner of the carriage, desks, cabinets, and walls are all made of precious wood. Several of the paintings above also look valuable.

Micah, the big rat, sat in front of the desk that belonged to Cornwall, holding a bottle of expensive-looking wine and pouring it directly into his mouth. It felt like a cow chewing peonies. Three prisoners tied him up. Kneel aside properly.

Seeing Dutch coming in, he stood up immediately and said in a flattering tone: "Boss, I've taken care of these." Then he handed over a thick stack of documents: "These should be the bonds you want."

Dutch took it and looked at it. It was indeed what he wanted. It seemed that this battle was not in vain. These things could be sold at a good price.

He put the things into his bag, encouraged Micah a few words, and then turned back to Zhou Zheng and said, "Zhou, just go ahead and ask me anything you want. These people are left to you. Charles, you stay with him." After finishing, he led a few people to continue searching the carriage.

Zhou Zheng walked up to the three prisoners. The three prisoners were covered in wounds. They had probably been beaten by Micah just now.

Seeing Zhou Zheng coming over, he was so frightened that his nose and tears were all over his face. He knew whether he could survive depended on the person in front of him. He quickly said: "Sir, what do you want to know? As long as I know, I will tell you. Please let me go." Pass us."

Zhou Zheng raised his pistol and pointed it at the man in front of him: "Do any of you know a person who specializes in selling slaves from China? His name is Zhou Xing. He should be working for your boss. Tell me and you can survive. "

The three people looked at each other, and one of them said: "Sir, I don't know who this person is. I only know that every few months, a group of laborers from China will be shipped from Saint Denis. We will send them to Mining in Annesburg in the north has been going on for several years. As for where they came from and who brought them, we really don’t know.”

"How big is your mine and how many people are needed?" Zhou Zheng asked curiously. There were almost more than a hundred people in their group. According to what they said, a group would come every few months for several years. Okay, so there will probably be one or two thousand people in the mine.

"Uh..." The three of them hesitated for a long time without daring to speak. Charles on the side raised the butt of his gun and pointed it at the three of them and smashed it down: "Be honest."

After giving each of them a try, these people immediately cried for their fathers and mothers, and blurted out: "The environment there is very bad, and the minerals mined are poisonous. In the past, these people basically could not live more than two years. I have told you everything I know, really !”

"The steward there is Cornwall's nephew. He is a guy with mental problems. He likes to torture people, and many people have been tortured to death by him."

"Those people are very similar to Indians. When they die, they will be made to look like Indians and used to frame the Indians in the mountains."

"We have told everything we know, please let us go." Several people cried bitterly and told everything they knew, hoping that the gangster in front of them would let them go.

Zhou Zheng's eyes were red and he was shaking with anger. These people were simply beasts. They were tricked into treating them as disposable supplies. He had only seen it in history books before, and it simply said "Hua Gong". His status was very low, but he really didn't expect it to reach this point. These people deserve to die!

He pulled out his gun and opened fire on the three of them without hesitation. After the pistol bullets were all gone, he grabbed the bullet gun from Charles' hand and continued to vent his anger on the corpse. It would not be enough for these people to die a hundred times!

Zhou Zheng's crazy look startled Charles, and he hurriedly hugged Zhou Zheng from behind and dragged him away, pressing him down on a chair. He was stupid and didn't know how to comfort people, so he had to pick up a bottle of wine and hand it to Zhou Zheng.

Charles also feels this kind of thing. As a mixed-blood Indian and black, perhaps this identity will become a talisman in the future, but now, it will only bring him endless anger.

All kinds of discrimination and injustice have long made his heart hardened. The blacks and Indians who were used as consumables were each more miserable than the last. Now it was the turn of the Chinese workers. Charles only felt sad in his heart, wondering when the world would get better.

Zhou Zheng opened it and took a sip directly. The anger in his heart gradually subsided. He was originally a good young man in the 21st century. Although his life was not beautiful, it was not bad, but he was inexplicably transported to this cannibalistic place.

Although he usually seems to be a cheerful person, he has a good attitude and suppresses negative emotions in his heart. He originally thought that he would be able to find the oppressed fellow villagers and save them in the future.

But now they know they may not live until that time. Confusion about the future, anger towards those capitalists, and helplessness towards one’s own incompetence. The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time burst out at once.

Hearing the gunfire, several people who were searching outside hurriedly came in to check. Charles explained the situation to a few people. Looking at Zhou Zheng's gloomy face in front of them, everyone was a little silent. Dutch stepped forward and held Zhou Zheng's shoulders and said: " Trust me, kid, when we get settled we'll go to Annesburg and find that bastard."

"Thank you, I..." Zhou Zheng didn't know what to say for a moment. What Daqi said was indeed a bit righteous, and Zhou Zheng silently gave him a lot of favorability.

"It's almost done. Let's prepare to retreat. Let Javier take care of the first few prisoners. There is no need to bring them back to waste the food in the camp." Hearing these sad things made Dutch feel a little bad, so he directly asked Javier After taking care of the first four prisoners, no one raised any objections. Should we leave these scum behind and let them come back to hunt us down?

There were several suitcases beside the table. Zhou Zheng looked through them and found some old clothes, which should have belonged to the three unlucky guys just now.

Zhou Zheng was naturally not polite. The clothes he was wearing were too worn. He found a few clothes of similar sizes and put them on without any pretense. Although there was a big hole in the carriage, the place sheltered from the wind was still warmer than outside. .

The clothes were large and small, and they were extremely ill-fitting, but they were wearable and I would wait until I got to town to buy new ones.

After changing his clothes, he put Javier's coat on so that it would be much warmer. Zhou Zheng continued to search the boxes and found some money, a gold pocket watch, a few packs of cigarettes, and two more in the mezzanine of the suitcase. A necklace or a ring, regardless of whether it's worth anything, just put it in your pocket.

After walking out of the carriage, everyone had almost packed up, and there were lots of big and small bags. Zhou Zheng looked at the magnificent carriage and said, "Boss, the things in that carriage are very valuable, why don't you take them all with you?"

Dutch smiled, looked at the greedy boy in front of him and said: "Those things are too conspicuous, we have no way to take action. Even if they are sold on the black market, there is no guarantee that the news will not be leaked. We must put safety first."

Zhou Zheng took out the money he had just found and was about to hand it over. Daqi looked at it and waved his hand to show that he didn't care about these three melons and two dates, and asked Zhou Zheng to keep it for himself and go back to buy some clothes that fit him. He would use the money later. a lot of.

The group of people walked back along the carriage. Javier had already picked up the prisoners and was searching for bullets and cash from those people. Zhou Zheng saw a lever rifle leaning against a corpse. He picked it up and took a look. It was a Lancaster lever rifle. It was well maintained. This is a particularly classic lever rifle, both in terms of accuracy and power. Excellent, carry it directly behind your back, ready to use it yourself.

Upon seeing this, Javier gave him some more bullets. Zhou Zheng accepted everyone who came and filled the pockets on both sides of his coat.

Several people searched the carriage again. This train was mainly for transporting goods. In addition to some luggage, there were various tools for mining ores on the carriage.

Seeing this, Zhou Zheng naturally knew where these things were sent, but he was helpless. They didn't have enough dynamite to blow them all up, and even if they did, Cornwall could buy new ones right away.

After everyone finished cleaning up, they mounted their horses and roared away at Daqi's order.

Zhou Zheng, who was riding on the horse, was silently thinking about his future path. The fate of those Chinese workers was miserable, and he certainly couldn't just sit back and watch. But if you want to find a way to rescue him, you can't do it alone. You must ask someone from the gang to help.

Although Dutch agreed to help, to be honest, he didn't quite believe in Dutch. This person made him a little confused.

As for the other members of the gang, only John can be trusted. After all, he has helped him a lot during this period, and Charles is also good. Both of them are honest people, and Zhou Zheng feels that he will not misjudge the person.

Alas, there is still a long way to go, Zhou Zheng sighed silently in his heart. Looking at the high-spirited Daqi and the rest of the people in front, they don't know what the final outcome will be for these people. It would have been better if they had watched the plot online at that time, so as not to guess here now.

Charles on the side saw that Zhou Zheng had been silent and had a solemn expression, thinking that he was still depressed because of the Chinese labor incident, so he rode along side by side with him, wanting to say something to comfort him.

Seeing him coming, Zhou Zheng smiled and said, "What's wrong, Charles."

"It's nothing, it's just you..." Zhou Zheng suddenly smiled like this, which stunned Charles. The words of comfort came to his lips but he didn't know how to say them.

"I know, don't worry, it's okay, I'm not a child anymore." Zhou Zheng said gratefully, this black guy is really capable.

Seeing that Zhou Zheng didn't look like he was pretending, Charles was relieved. He was a cold-faced and warm-hearted person. If his friend had something to do, he would definitely help.