Our family is in decline

Sure enough, someone rushed over soon. As he expected, there were only four people in total. Two were holding daggers, one was holding a long-barreled flintlock gun, and the other was taller than the others. He held a simple nine-tailed whip in his hand, and a flintlock pistol at his waist.

"Boss, there's no one in the car." A bandit came closer, inspected the car, and then shouted to the rear.

"Quick! If we catch up, they won't be able to run far." Hearing this, the strong man raised the whip forward without any hesitation.

However, the younger brother focused on the boxes and cabinets scattered on the ground. It was obvious that they wanted to open the boxes and find money instead of looking for people.

"Damn it! What's the use of this rag? As long as you kill that person, you will benefit."

Only after the strong man urged them to retract their greedy gazes, the team was about to move forward when suddenly there was a loud thunder, and the musketeer standing in the back row fell to the ground and his life or death was unknown.

"who!"

The bandit shouted and looked around blankly, but there was only darkness in the forest. At this moment, Lance stood up as planned and made noise in the dense forest.

"Over there, don't let him get away." The strong man rushed forward without hesitation, not forgetting to encourage him, "Hurry up! Whoever kills him will be rewarded a hundred."

After hearing this, the two younger brothers who were a little hesitant were also excited to follow. Encouraged by the bounty, they even ran faster than the strong men.

"kill him!"

"The bounty is mine!"

Lance walked quickly in the dense forest. When he turned around and saw the almost crazy behavior of the bandits who were chasing him, he was frightened and had to speed up his pace.

For the bandits, Lance's reaction aroused their ferocity. They were enjoying the fun of hunting. They were hunters, and Lance was the prey who fled in a hurry.

Just when they focused their attention on Lance, a figure suddenly came out of the bushes and shouted.

"In the name of the Holy Light!"

Leonard charged with his sword, like an indomitable spear inserted into the enemy's formation. When they were unprepared, the sword directly penetrated a bandit who was walking in the front.

Without any pause, Leonard directly put his foot on the unfortunate guy's body, pulled out the long sword, charged up his backhand and slashed towards the other one.

Leonard suddenly burst out and caused chaos in the bandits' formation. Looking at his comrade who had been penetrated, the other bandit turned around and wanted to escape, but just as he had time to turn around, he was decapitated by a long sword. His head flew into the sky and he stood up without looking back. His body was even gone. He fell down after two steps.

The death of two men in a short period of time did not make the strong man flinch, and he even took advantage of the time his men bought with their lives to draw the pistol from his waist.

The gun was already pointed at Leonard.

"Be careful!" Lance shouted in the direction immediately upon seeing this.

His fear of firearms continues to this day, so when he saw this scene, his heart seemed to be tightened.

"Bang!"

The gun was in someone else's hand. No matter how worried Lance was, it couldn't change the fact. The gunshot happened just as the headless body fell. What surprised him was that it was not Leonard who screamed but the gunshot. Strong man.

His hand holding the gun seemed to have been hit by something and became bloody, and the gun fell directly to the ground.

"It seems I didn't arrive too late." Disma burst into the battlefield from the other side, the musket in his hand still seemed to be filled with smoke.

At this time, Leonard had already reacted, and just as he was swinging his sword again to strike down, Lance's voice came from behind him.

"Keep alive!"

Leonard's chopping turned to hitting the strong man's head hard with the hilt of his sword, knocking him to the ground while he was still wailing.

"Why not kill him?" Disma asked as he looked at Lance walking over.

"Don't you think it's strange?" Lance raised his hand to appease the two of them. "They had no intention of stopping after seeing the collapsed carriage and scattered cargo. Instead, they continued to chase us with a strong purpose."

"Maybe they think we took away valuable things, and the things won't escape here." Disma explained from their perspective.

Lance just smiled at this, picked up the dagger on the ground and fiddled with the two corpses.

"The clothes of a bandit who has lived in the wilderness all year round are so clean. There is no dirt on the fingernails of his hands. There are no marks left by holding weapons for a long time on his palms. There are no marks on his face from being exposed to wind and sun all year round."

"And look." He said and handed the dagger to Disma for him to check. "The blade of this weapon is too new. There are no traces of battle on it. It looks like it was just taken out of the blacksmith shop."

After getting it, Disma found that it was indeed the case, but who would pay attention to this in the dark? Only Lance mentioned the two of them before they reacted.

"You mean these people are not bandits?"

Lance searched the strong man and took out scattered coins from his pocket and found a brass badge, then showed it to the two of them.

"It's a police badge!" Disma blurted out the origin of this thing.

But the person holding this kind of thing should be the peace officer responsible for maintaining local security, so why did he become a bandit who blocked the road?

Suddenly the situation became more confusing.

"How is this going?"

"That's why I need him to help me answer some questions." Lance picked up the bloody pistol on the ground and looked at the strong man lying on the ground with a cold look. "Tell me, who asked you to kill me?"

"Can you live if you tell me?"

Lance pointed the gun directly at him without any hesitation.

"Are you making terms with me?"

"Mayor! The mayor asked me to do it. I had no choice but to obey his orders."

Faced with the threat of death, the strong man immediately gave up his last hesitation and betrayed the mayor.

"Only the mayor?" Lance acted very calmly about this, as if he had expected it.

"And the farmers, they were unhappy with the adults coming."

Betrayal has no bottom line as long as it begins. This man did not hesitate to tell the situation, and Lance was able to understand the situation in the town.

The previous lord died and the bandits blocked the road. The mayor secretly worked with the farmers to raise the price of food to harvest those ordinary people.

When he heard that the heir to the territory was coming back, the mayor immediately arranged for him to lead a few gangsters to ambush here, hoping to disguise himself as bandits and kill the heir. Then he would kill those gangsters, and then the town would belong to the mayor.

"You didn't lie to me?"

"I really told you everything. I didn't dare to lie to you at all."

"Then you can go die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lance pulled the trigger, and the flint on the hammer struck a string of sparks on the fire door.

It's just that the gunshots he remembered did not appear, but only the sparks dissipated.

There are no bullets in the gun!

And the moment he was stunned, the strong man immediately stood up and swooped over to kidnap him.