Chapter 1105: Failure, Phone Call, and Surprise

"Hoo..."

"Hoo..."

A middle-aged man of thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old sat leaning against a car tire. The set of clothes on him, worth more than a thousand dollars, was already dirty and messy, and stained with quite a bit of blood.

He was one of the "commanders" of this operation, a high-ranking cadre of the Perez family.

He was panting heavily, one hand pressed against his left waist and abdomen, and the other hand holding a pistol.

The bright red blood between his waist and abdomen was slowly and stubbornly flowing out from between his fingers, continuously. His face was somewhat gray and white. He might not be able to hold on for long with such an injury.

At this moment, his heart was full of resentment and anger toward Bob and other people in the family.

People were always like this. When failure or major mistakes appeared, they definitely wouldn't think this was their own fault, but would only feel that this was the problem of those who made the decisions.

He was the executor; he wasn't wrong. The wrong one was Bob, who hadn't figured out the situation here and rashly arranged for them to come over and attack. This was letting them come to die!

He seemed to have forgotten that when leaving the manor, he had guaranteed to Bob and other family members that he would definitely make the Lawrence Farm a thing of the past!

He would burn the crops here, destroy the winery here, and make the name of the Perez family resound through the sky in Likai State! He had forgotten these. Now there was only fear, numb uneasiness, and a strong desire to survive.

The gunfire around had basically stopped. This was a failed attack.

In fact, they had considered that the Lawrence Farm would have defensive power, but whether it was Bob or others, they all thought that this defensive power would be concentrated on the farm and winery aspects.

This way they belonged to the attacking side and would have greater freedom and space in the battle.

No one would have thought that these people not only didn't defend the farm and winery, but they also took the initiative to come out and attack the motorcade, and they had many people and fierce firepower.

The middle-aged man sitting on the tire had some terrified decadence left on his face. Accompanied by the sound of footsteps around, he glanced at the pistol in his right hand. After thinking for a few seconds, he threw it under the car casually.

"There's another person here."

Someone discovered him. Immediately after, a group of people carrying rifles, or even carrying several rifles, bypassed the gaps between the vehicles.

This made the middle-aged cadre of the Perez family look at these rural cowboys who were gradually surrounding him. While hiding his dissatisfaction with them in his heart, he said, "I want to see your Boss."

A cowboy suddenly stuck his finger into his mouth and whistled loudly, but the others still stared at him.

After about a minute, another guy who looked like he should be their leader walked over.

This guy looked to be forty-five or forty-six years old. He was the son of the farm's chief steward, the next generation of farm steward—this depended on how long his father could live.

If his father could hold on for a few more years, then he would most likely not be the next generation of farm steward because his son and the like had already grown up.

And there was a saying on the farm that the next master of the farm wasn't any adult of the Lawrence family now, but the little one following Patricia.

Ace.

So when choosing the next chief steward of the family, they prioritized those who were not too different in age from him, that is, Patricia's generation, as well as the grandchild generation who were growing up and were four years older than Ace.

Although there was a great possibility that he wouldn't become the chief steward of the farm, his status on the farm was also below very few people and above the vast majority. He had nothing to be dissatisfied with regarding this.

He carried two guns on his back, had two pistol holsters hanging around his waist, was equipped with magazines on his belt, and also had two hand grenades.

Seeing this guy's attire, the middle-aged cadre of the Perez family was almost so angry he was about to laugh out loud.

Their firepower was so fierce it was almost like a militia or an army. He even once had a hallucination; he felt he heard the sound of a heavy machine gun in the exchange of fire.

Originally he felt that perhaps it was his emotions being too tense and he had auditory hallucinations, but now he felt it might not be.

"Do you want to see me, or do you want to see someone higher up?"

The middle-aged cadre lowered his head and glanced at his constantly bleeding wound. He knew he couldn't drag it on any longer. If he dragged it on, he might really lose his life.

He didn't care about the situation of other people; he just wanted to survive.

"I am a direct member of the Perez family. I have... enough understanding of the Perez family, but I am injured."

He said this while moving his palm away to show his gunshot wound. It looked a bit scary, but it was just looking.

The steward's son also did all kinds of work on the farm and had participated in some "armed fights" that were illegal in a strict sense. He knew very well that if this kind of injury hadn't killed him before, then it was very likely he wouldn't die very quickly next.

For injuries like internal bleeding, a person couldn't hold on for even a few minutes.

From the exchange of fire until now, it had been forty or fifty minutes. This guy looked like he hadn't died yet, which meant he could hold on for at least ten or twenty minutes at the very least.

"I don't care who you are. I just want to know what you can bring us."

The middle-aged cadre pursed his lips. "I have some intelligence that Lansi wants to know, some intelligence he can't get!"

This sentence moved the steward's son. Everyone knew very well that the rise of the Lawrence Farm was because of Lansi. Hearing that he had something Lansi wanted, the steward's son immediately made a decision.

"Take him back. We have a doctor there. You're lucky."

"Others continue to clean up the battlefield..."

Several cowboys took the initiative to take on this job. They first dealt with the middle-aged cadre's wound, then threw him into the car behind the crops, and ran wildly toward the farm.

And others stayed behind to continue dealing with the scene.

They would deal with those corpses uniformly. Some of the clothes on them would be stripped off, especially some clothes that looked expensive.

Although these cowboys' income wasn't low, compared to the Perez family's income, there was still a gap. And their life trajectory was simple. Even if they wanted to sell a few sets of good clothes, it wasn't that easy to buy them.

Then weapons and the like would also be left behind. Finally, these stripped, naked corpses would be piled together, a pit would be dug, and after being burned by a fire, they would be buried to avoid manufacturing plagues and the like in this hot summer.

They would also drive and pull away those cars. After repairing them, these would be the farm's property.

A little over an hour after the battle broke out, two cars returned to the farm, accompanied by more than a dozen cowboys riding horses.

At this time, the middle-aged cadre had already seen the farm's power. In his heart, he scolded Bob and everyone responsible for planning this operation.

He saw many people, saw very strong firepower. This time they lost very unjustly.

Unjustly in that they underestimated the farm's strength and overestimated their own ability.

"Who is this?" After he was lifted out of the car and thrown on the ground casually.

Three guys who looked like old cowboys were sitting on the rocking chairs under the eaves. One of them held a pipe in his hand and pointed at him, asking.

The cowboy beside him immediately answered, "He said he is a cadre of the Perez family and knows some intelligence that Lansi might not know, so I brought him back."

The eyes of the three old men all fell on him. These people looked no different from those old farmers in the countryside.

They didn't look like what people imagined—upright posture, strong physique, silver hair but not looking old.

No, they weren't like this. They looked no different from ordinary old farmers.

They were all a bit hunchbacked, and they weren't tall. Except for looking clean, one actually couldn't find much of what people imagined.

But there was a very obvious temperament and momentum on them. Just sitting there, even without an outstanding appearance, made people unable to ignore their existence.

"Let the doctor take a look at him."

"How are the others?"

The cowboy standing beside the middle-aged cadre grinned, revealing yellow teeth that still had some tobacco stains. "Almost all finished off."

The three old men nodded one after another. The one on the far left asked, "How many people did we lose?"

The cowboy's expression didn't change much. "Quite a few injured. We didn't really count. A hundred or so?"

"Not many died. At most twenty or thirty?"

"I don't know. This has to wait until they come back to know."

This was the most intuitive effect brought by the good application of strategy and tactics in war.

This was a very typical ambush. A sudden attack was launched on them under the circumstances the enemy least imagined, and they were suppressed and beaten with more powerful firepower.

Even after the battle had started, people from the Perez family didn't figure out where the people attacking them were and how many people there were.

Being suppressed by powerful firepower and unable to lift their heads, plus the application of some explosives and hand grenades, this battle was unfair from the beginning. Of course, it couldn't be fair.

The three old men nodded one after another, satisfied with this result.

One of the old men put down his pipe and stood up. "That's it."

"I'm going to make a phone call to Lansi."

He stood up holding the armrest. The middle-aged cadre finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was helped up and sent to the farm's hospital.

Ever since Patricia was pregnant and recuperating on the farm, Lansi had recruited a private medical team for her.

Considering that the farm was also far away from the hospital, this could actually be considered a small hospital.

Besides the specialized obstetrics and gynecology department, there was also general surgery, which was also the department with the greatest demand on the farm.

The life of cowboys was always full of accidents. For example, riding a horse well, the mount suddenly stepped into a pit and fell.

The cowboy riding on the horse would definitely be thrown down heavily. Those plants that looked soft on weekdays would show their terrifying hardness and sharpness at their roots at this moment.

Often making their heads broken and bleeding.

In the past, they would let the veterinarian on the farm simply handle their injuries, but ever since there was a hospital here, they began to like these doctors and the hospital.

At least in the hospital, they didn't need to face the veterinarian's rude actions. The nurse was very gentle and also very beautiful.

When the medical team first came, there were situations where cowboys deliberately injured themselves to enjoy free medical services.

Later, after being severely reprimanded by the three old gentlemen, this kind of retarded behavior decreased.

Later Ace was born, and the hospital didn't withdraw. For these medical team people, living here was actually very convenient.

Lansi built a train station, and it was very convenient to go to nearby cities, including going home. The income was much higher than in the hospital, and everyone was very satisfied.

When the middle-aged cadre lay on the operating table, anesthesia was pushed into his body. Looking at the operating lamp, he felt unprecedented peace of mind.

"... Hmm, basically it's like this. The specific situation has to wait until they come back for me to know, but in short, this crisis has ended."

The voice coming from the receiver was full of confidence. Lansi had some more smiles on his face. "That's good. During this period, I will continuously strengthen the power on the farm side. Later, they will send some things over."

Hearing that there were things being sent over, the old man Herbert who was on the phone was a bit curious. "We don't lack anything here!"

He first emphasized that the farm's supplies were abundant, and then asked, "What's being sent?"

"More heavy machine guns and ammunition, and two armored vehicles. Of course, nominally they are new-style tractors. After they are sent, the accompanying people will help you assemble them."

If heavy machine guns and the like could still be bought through some connections, then wanting to buy and transport armored vehicles in the federation wasn't a simple matter.

The federation at this time actually couldn't be called stable at all. Localism and regionalism were far from being suppressed. If local forces possessed too much armed power, this was definitely not a good thing.

So these two armored vehicles were first modified into the appearance and parts of tractors. After being transported to the place, they would be modified again and could be modified back into armored vehicles.

Hearing that there were new big toys, the old man Herbert also seemed a bit excited. "You can find a way to get us a few howitzers..."

"If there's a chance, I'll consider it." Listening to the old man's request, Lansi directly brushed it off. He asked the old man to keep an eye on that high-ranking cadre. After his injury recovered a bit, he would let Lansi's people bring him back.

At the same time, some people who escaped during the battle had already left the scope of the Lawrence Farm.

This attack from the two sides of the road didn't solve all the drivers in the first time. A few cars were lucky enough to see that something was wrong and turned around and fled here in time.

Until they ran a long distance away, they were still trembling all over!

They were gangs, synonyms for fierce, cruel, and ruthless, but they would also be afraid when encountering opponents who were fiercer, crueler, and more ruthless! A group of people ran to the side of the interstate highway, found a motel, and then dialed Bob's phone. They needed to tell Bob what happened here immediately, and rest for a while, then quickly leave here.

The phone rang for a while before it was picked up. Bob was also very annoyed now. Some of his plans hadn't progressed smoothly, which wasn't a good thing for his personal prestige.

But if the Lansi family's rear could be severely damaged, these problems could be solved.

Fortunately, he received the call from these people.

There were other people in the room. He made a quiet gesture. After everyone closed their mouths, he asked into the microphone, "How is the situation over there?"

His tone still seemed very relaxed. He had heard about some farms having cowboys or armed forces, but he didn't take it to heart.

This was actually a huge error in information. Among some farms Bob had dealt with before, not many could pose a threat to Perez or could defend against their attack.

They mainly dealt with some small and medium-sized farms. Empiricism made him think that the Lawrence Farm was also such a farm, so he made a mistake.

"The situation is very bad, Bob." The content and the trembling voice coming from the receiver made Bob's relaxed expression, which was slightly smiling, become stiff.

"What happened?" His expression began to become solemn, and his tone wasn't as expectant and relaxed as just now.

The trembling voice on the other side of the receiver immediately said, "We followed the plan from the wilderness and small paths to the vicinity of the Lawrence Farm, about four or five kilometers away, and we encountered an attack."

"I don't know how many people they have, but their firepower is very fierce. They are all rifles, and hand grenades and the like. We were blocked on the highway and beaten."

Bob's face became worse and worse. He was silent for a while and then asked, "How many people did we lose?"

There was no sound coming from the receiver. It had always been like this, which gave him a bad feeling. Unnaturally, his voice also became louder. "Fuck, I'm asking you!"

"How many people did we lose?"

Everyone in the room felt the dangerous aura emanating from Bob. People didn't dare to breathe, including those who didn't get along well with Bob.

The guy who called Bob was of too low a level. He was frightened and shivered. Finally, he had to answer, "Only about thirty or so of us escaped..."

When hearing this sentence, Bob's tense body suddenly relaxed again. "In other words, almost all died?"

"Should be like this."

"Fuck!" Bob's breathing became much heavier. He panted, "You come back as soon as possible. I need you to give me some more detailed things."

"Understand?"

The captain who called Bob immediately nodded and said yes, and then hung up the phone.

Now the sky was already dark. They were frightened, and it wasn't suitable to continue rushing on the road.

A group of people discussed and decided to rest here for the night, eat something, and then continue on the road early tomorrow morning, striving to leave Likai State tomorrow.

What they didn't know was that just as their car entered the parking lot outside the motel, the motel owner, who was dozing off, became energetic the moment he saw those out-of-state license plates! ===== CHAPTER 1106 =====