Chapitre 558: A Quest for Gold

Black smoke exuded from the bore of a 1422 service revolver as the thunder of its gunfire faded into the distance. A single dainty hand raised the barrel of the weapon to a set of luscious pink lips, which blew away the vapor of the shot. 

Lying on the ground in front of the killer was a corpse which belonged to a young native girl. This adolescent youth had her hands tied behind her back, with a look of shock on her face as her brains decorated the dirt beneath her carcass. 

The victim's family knelt by the girl's dead body while bound in chains and filled with unimaginable despair. A pair of brown eyes gazed up with hatred at the foreign woman who had snuffed the life of his innocent young daughter so mercilessly.