Dead cattle and sheep were no longer the only corpses around; now there were human bodies too.
Melvin was startled to see a man lying on the ground wearing overalls and yellow rubber boots, clearly someone from the ranch. He quickly went over to check and found the person had already stopped breathing, was cold to the touch, and was showing livor mortis.
"Boss, I think there’s been a fierce gunfight here!"
"No need to ’think’. I can see it with my own eyes," Allen Zhang remarked, looking at a series of bullet holes in the stable walls. The ground was littered with yellow, spent shells.
They quickly reached the wooden building area, which was equally deathly quiet.
"Hey! Is there anyone here who can talk?" Melvin pulled out his gun.
The only response was a moo from a cow.
Fortunately, it was just a cow; if anyone had responded, the General Sect Leader definitely would’ve turned around and left without a second word.
This place was haunted even in broad daylight; the gloom was too intense.
Allen Zhang hurried over at the sound and found about a dozen cows tied up in the pen, staring at them with their big Kashgar eyes.
"Good, good, good! What nice cows, I’ll let you all out in a bit."
Allen Zhang went over to pat a cow on the head, a big grin on his face, "Then I’ll take you to a small town ranch next door and sell you for a good price. With those big muscles on you, I bet a slaughterhouse owner will pay top dollar!"
After checking the price, meat was $4 per kilogram, and these big fellows surely weighed more than 150 kilograms, putting the price of one cow at around $600.
Twelve live cows, worth more than dead ones, would bring in at least $7,000 if sold!
Really. Try being a human.
If only they had died in last night’s gunfight.
Melvin didn’t expect to hear such words from him and couldn’t help saying, "Boss, so many people have died here, it’s a bit unlucky. Perhaps it’s best not to touch anything? And there’s no need to sell these cows to a slaughterhouse, it’s relatively better to sell them to someone from a ranch."
"Don’t worry, sooner or later people will notice this place, and if we leave these cows here, someone else will take them away. Might as well benefit us," Allen Zhang waved his hand, indicating that Melvin’s worries were completely unnecessary.
All the people were dead, leaving only a dozen non-speaking cows. Who else could be a witness?
Without leaving any clues, even if they looted the place, no one would know they’d been here.
As for whether to sell to a slaughterhouse or a ranch, naturally, the highest bidder wins.
Pushing open the door, they saw a few people sprawled out haphazardly, with chairs and tables knocked over, looking like someone had violently ransacked the place. The people were no longer breathing, all were cold.
Allen Zhang put on gloves and a mask, gesturing for Melvin to try searching the bodies and looting them, while he himself looked for clues in other rooms. He soon discovered several green military ammo boxes stored in the stairwell.
Opening a box to have a look, indeed, it was full of shiny MP5 submachine guns, Victor submachine guns, Remington shotguns, and several AR series assault rifles, as well as some AKMs. Other boxes contained all kinds of ammunition. There were also goggles, helmets, and tactical boots.
The small boxes were packed with fragmentation hand grenades, smoke bombs, gas bombs, and Tasers.
Melvin also made a new discovery, finding several rolls of cash and a handbag in the drawers of the house, which he brought back to the General Sect Leader.
Allen Zhang opened the handbag, glanced at the green paper currency, grabbed a handful, and smiled. "Not bad, there’s at least $20,000 here!"
"Boss, I also found an armored delivery van in the backyard, but it didn’t have any bulletproofing. The tires were all shot out, and I bet even the license plate is fake," Melvin reported after a thorough search, soon making another discovery.