The cabin was truly a treasure trove.
Boxes of supplies were piled on both sides and at the rear of the cabin, totaling over two hundred.
If all these boxes were filled with supplies, the total weight could reach between 5 to 7 tons.
Joey lay on the ground, blood already staining the floor.
I walked up to Joey and found that he had stopped breathing.
I took his handgun, bullets, shoes, and other items, then tied his body to a metal part and tossed it into the vast ocean.
The fish, drawn by the smell of blood, would quickly dispose of the body.
After clearing the body, I began to check the supplies in the cabin.
There were four assault rifles and several boxes of ammunition, along with clothing, blankets, food, clean water, fuel, and medicine.
Since the two women on the plane had b
