"Five people, a mama and her four wicked sons," Stephen said, looking at the bodies on the ground, as Lenny walked over slowly.

  "Real scum," Lenny said, squatting down and looking at the naked woman's body on the ground, a hint of pity in his voice.

  "They tortured this girl to death...she wasn't even grown, still a kid..."

  Stephen gently touched the girl's body, still somewhat warm, probably died not long ago.

  "Sigh, we were too late," Stephen shook his head.

  It's all fate.

  Stephen couldn't help but sigh. This goddamn world is like this. No one knows whether tomorrow or an accident will come first.

  "Go check on that kid. I'll go inside and take a look," Stephen said, pointing to the boy tied to the tree.

  The boy had already passed out. Stephen took a rough look; he had obviously suffered a lot.

  He felt a bit sick looking at it.

  He always felt that, no matter what, children are innocent.

  He turned and walked into the house, ready to see if there were any surprises waiting for him.

  The house was very dilapidated, like most log cabins in this era, with holes everywhere.

  As soon as he entered, he saw a small table, and a small room inside with a single bed.

  Stephen picked up the things on the table and flipped through them casually. They were all daily necessities, nothing valuable.

  But there was a lot of food here, so he could have a good meal tonight.

  There was also a photo frame next to it. Stephen picked it up and took a look. Sure enough, these five people were a family.

  A family of demons...

  He shook his head and turned to walk into the house.

  There were a few cabinets by the bed. Stephen went through them drawer by drawer, mostly odds and ends.

  Until the last drawer, Stephen felt like he had found something good.

  He pulled hard twice, but it wouldn't open.

  He gathered his strength, then yanked hard, and actually pulled the whole drawer out.

  Wow! All kinds of gold and silver jewelry filled the drawer, as well as some cash, but not much, probably had been spent.

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  Looks like this family robbed a lot, Stephen unceremoniously pocketed the gold and silver jewelry. These things could greatly fill his pockets.

  Continuing to walk inside, Stephen was surprised to find that there was even a basement!

  He opened the basement door and looked inside.

  Hmm, no weird smell, looks like it's where these people stored things.

  He picked up the oil lamp from the bedside and slowly walked down.

  As soon as he went down, he saw a big red box placed on top of a pile of clutter.

  Stephen carefully checked the surroundings to make sure there was no danger before opening the box.

  Inside was a brand-new Pump-Action Shotgun!

  He recognized it at a glance; this was the famous Winchester shotgun.

  In the future, it would have a catchy nickname, the "Governor's happy gun".

  Stephen picked up the shotgun and imitated the Governor, wanting to do a spin reload.

  But it was possible that his skill wasn't high enough, he almost poked himself with the muzzle. Fortunately, it wasn't loaded, otherwise, he would've been in trouble.

  This thing has great firepower and a fast rate of fire. It's a good thing, perfect to keep as a backup.

  Stephen opened the other boxes and found that they were full of firearms and bullets.

  Looks like this is where they stored their weapons. There were pistols, revolvers, rifles, and Stephen even saw a few Molotov cocktails and a barrel of dynamite.

  Were these people using this place as an armory?

  Stephen looked at the small basement with a huge arsenal, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

  These people, sleeping on top of these things every day, weren't they afraid of blowing themselves up?

  Stephen took the brand-new shotgun, grabbed a handful of bullets and stuffed them into his pocket, then turned and left.

  "How is he? Is the boy okay?"

  As soon as he came up, Stephen asked Lenny outside.

  Lenny was helping the boy clean his wounds. Hearing Stephen's words, he sighed and said with some distress: "This kid is hurt too badly..."

  Indeed, Lenny took off the kid's clothes and found that the kid was covered in wounds.

  Whipped, beaten with sticks, and some slap marks. There were hardly any good spots on his body.

  "These damn guys, they're scum!" Lenny cursed fiercely, "I really shouldn't have let them off so easily!"

  While speaking, Lenny rushed to the corpses and kicked them hard a few times.

  "Didn't expect you to be so righteous," Stephen said, looking at the black boy with some surprise.

  "Of course. In Dutch's words, we are noble thieves," Lenny said as a matter of course.

  "Noble thieves?" This surprised Stephen a bit.

  "That's right, we rob the rich and then give the money to the poor," Lenny said proudly.

  "Heh, that's rare indeed," Stephen said with some surprise. He was getting more and more curious about this small gang.

  The little boy woke up, he was stunned by seeing the bodies all over the ground, and then started crying.

  Lenny quickly hugged him, saying comforting words non-stop.

  Stephen had a headache. Kids are the hardest to deal with.

  Forget it, judging from Lenny's earnest look, just leave it to him.

  Stephen rubbed his head and walked around the log cabin, finding a wagon behind the house, with a packhorse next to it.

  The wagon was full of all sorts of junk. Stephen took a look and found that the condition was not bad.

  That's great, he'll use this to take the five bodies back later. Sheriff Malloy would be happy to pay for it, probably.

  Stephen harnessed the horse to the wagon and drove it to the front. Then he moved the five bodies on the ground, along with the girl's body, onto the wagon.

  "Are we going back now?" Lenny asked. "But this kid is not doing well, he has a bit of a fever."

  "We better rest for a while and let this kid calm down."

  Stephen stepped forward and looked at the kid. The kid trembled when he saw Stephen approach.

  "I really am not popular with children," Stephen said helplessly.

  "Then let's rest here tonight and go back early tomorrow morning."

  Stephen stood up, clapped his hands, and looked around: "Lenny, throw these corpses out, don't let these things pollute my land!"

  "Your land?" Lenny asked with a blank look: "When did this become your land?"

  "Of course it's my land."

  Stephen showed a smile similar to Yunlong's: "Why shouldn't such a good place be mine!"