Chapter 1256

When the bus was more than 100 meters away from the farm, the officer knew they were exposed.

Some roadblocks were piled up on the road outside the farm. These roadblocks made the bus unable to enter the farm courtyard directly.

His expression was a bit serious. Although the whole farm looked quiet at this time, he knew very well that in those invisible places, fatal murderous intent was hidden!

"Stop first," he instructed, and the driver stopped the car in front of the roadblock.

He stood up and turned to look at these young people in the carriage, his tone also appearing a bit heavy. "It seems we have been discovered. This is not good news, which means that as long as we get off the car, it is possible to suffer an attack from the enemy."

"Still remember the words I just said to you?"

"We are facing a group of fierce and vicious criminals. Whether they look like a farmer, a cowboy, or even a woman, at this moment, they are all thugs!"

"They will use the weapons in their hands to shoot fatal bullets at you. You will be hit, injured, and die."

"I don't hope to say these bad words, but this is the fact. I need you to keep this in mind!"

"Mercy to the enemy will turn into bullets shot at you or your comrades, so don't have mercy on the battlefield!"

He took a deep breath. "Now, wear bulletproof vests and prepare for battle."

"If someone can't adapt, they can also not get off the car, but you have to protect yourself. This is not a mandatory mission!"

He said, picking up a bulletproof vest that had just been unfolded and wearing it on his body.

Current bulletproof vests are very clumsy, but it must be said that they are indeed useful. Although being hit by a bullet will bring huge pain, cause contusions, fractures, and possible internal bleeding, bulletproof vests can definitely save a life!

Almost all young people started dressing. At their age, the most unbearable thing is to be excluded by everyone and looked down upon by everyone.

Even if they were extremely afraid in their hearts, at this moment, they also silently put on bulletproof vests, loaded weapons and magazines, and prepared to start the battle.

"Our goal is to clear all enemies in the farm. If they surrender, handcuff them to something."

"If they don't surrender, shoot them!"

The murderous atmosphere made everyone's heart feel heavy.

The officer saw that no one refuted him, and he waved his hand. "Start the action."

He took the lead in walking at the front. Almost the second second after he walked down from the bus, a dull "dong" sound suddenly came from the bus, followed by gunshots in the distance.

The officer was startled by the fright, and he hurriedly accelerated his pace and rushed to the road teeth, using the gap between the high and low slopes as cover, and fired two shots at the place where the gunshots came from to fight back.

He fired two shots and looked at the bus with some annoyance. "Why haven't you got off the car yet?"

At this time, the driver pushed the door and jumped down, rolling and crawling to his side, his face still with an expression of disbelief. "... Dead."

"The bullet penetrated the car body and hit his liver. He probably won't survive."

When hearing this sentence, the officer also clearly stunned for a while, about two seconds. He knew that this battle would have attrition, but he didn't expect the attrition to be so fast.

He turned to look at the bus and shouted loudly, "Put him there, others get off the car immediately..."

The next second, more intense gunshots rang out. Those young agents who were still hesitating whether to get off the car couldn't care about getting off the car from the door. They smashed the car window with the weapons in their hands and jumped down from the car window in a hurry.

Some people also fell on the glass fragments, scratching several blood-stained traces.

Several young agents came out of the car door and were hit and died on the ground. The officer's face couldn't see any big expression changes, just like all this couldn't shake his emotions.

"This is battle, gentlemen. I hope that before you make any decision, you must be prepared and ready to meet the worst result."

"Now, follow me and take revenge on this group of bitches!"

Maybe it was the companion who had been together for a few months dying in front of his eyes that made them fear to the extreme, or maybe it was the anger brought by the companion's death to the extreme, which stimulated the greatest emotion in their hearts. Everyone gritted their teeth tightly and followed what they learned in training, bent over and moved forward in the direction of the farm.

At this time, even if they were allowed to keep their hands, they wouldn't keep their hands anymore. They wanted to completely solve these rioters and take revenge for their brothers!

The other two buses also quickly caught up. These people began to surround the farm and fight fiercely.

They brought some heavy weapons, and the exchange of fire was not as one-sided as imagined, whether it was the farm side or these security bureau agents outside the farm.

It can even be felt that the security bureau agents gradually began to occupy some upper hand!

They have more room for activity, on the contrary, the cowboys in the farm house are constantly being squeezed for space.

Rifle bullets can easily penetrate those wooden walls, so even hiding in the house may not necessarily be safe. Along with several Molotov cocktails thrown at the farm house, the house soon ignited a raging fire.

Watching the counter-attacking power seem to be getting weaker and weaker, several officers seemed to be relieved.

Although the process was a bit bumpy and some intern agents died, the result was acceptable.

As long as this place is taken, paying some price is worth it.

Just like war.

Does every President sitting in the Presidential Palace know that war will kill people?

Don't the generals in the Ministry of National Defense know?

Don't the military officers know?

In fact, everyone knows, and everyone knows that war will kill people, and kill many people, but they unswervingly, without any hesitation, sent the men of the Federation to the battlefield to die.

They knew this would happen, but they still did it. This is politics.

A way of behavior that violates instinct.

Maybe some intern agents died today, but the living people can gain huge benefits through this action, so the death of these people, for the living, is worth it.

After all, no one will care about the feelings of the dead. As long as the pension is in place, even their families can happily accept this fact—

People are dead in the end. If they die, they don't know anything, and there is no future.

The living are still living, and their future is obviously more important.

At this time, the gunshots in the farm are no longer as intense as just now. Both sides have casualties, and the farm side seems to have encountered bigger problems.

There are quite a few cowboys left here, but there are also many ordinary people. The cowboys who resisted these "invaders" at the very front have already had not small casualties. If support doesn't come, they may not be able to support it.

Some farm women are already carrying rifles and shooting at the outside at the window. It is not that they don't have the will to fight, but the reserve of ammunition is not enough.

No one could have imagined who could hit the door like this. Let alone the suspenders, even anyone in the Lawrence family couldn't have imagined that such a thing would happen.

Within a range of tens of kilometers to hundreds of kilometers around, who doesn't know that the Lawrence family is the well-deserved ruler of this land?

They have been comfortable for too long, especially after the wine business broke out, they also got huge profits from it. It cannot be said that they completely lost their sense of crisis, it can only be said that it is not enough.

Plus the farm relocation, basically only one factory is operating here, so the inventory of ammunition is not much.

Once the bullets are finished, they will very likely be finished.

"How many bullets are left?" The suspenders were hiding behind a window. In front of him was a pushed-down table, and some books were piled up behind the table. These were used for bulletproofing.

After the bullet penetrated the wall, even if it could penetrate the table, it couldn't penetrate the books together.

These books only look like a book, and they are not very thick, but in the matter of resisting bullet shooting, they can play an effective role.

The playmate who grew up with him beside him wiped the blood on his forehead. Just now, a ricochet grazed his scalp and shot into the floor, startling a cold sweat.

What is worth celebrating is that the bullet just tore his scalp, not his head.

"I have two boxes of bullets here, and other places may not be too many. The shooting speed of the young guys has slowed down a lot."

The suspenders gritted their teeth. "Damn, it's been ten minutes since I called, why haven't they come yet?"

His subordinate smiled bitterly and said, "There is at least five minutes left."

The location of the new farm is a bit far. This is to better plan the Lawrence family farm as a whole. They invited some famous designers to do this design.

Dividing all the buildings in the farm into several blocks, like building a town, to establish a new farm.

This can take into account the subsequent continuous development and upgrading of the farm, and will not need to be re-planned because of the subsequent expansion of the farm, so they chose a suitable location, which is a bit far from here.

But this distance is not too far for cowboys. It will arrive in fifteen minutes, and the train track will also extend over, which will not affect the shipment of wine and the collection of raw materials.

The suspenders looked at the few bullets, started to load them at will, and when the gunshots outside were not intense, suddenly stood up and fired a shot.

The gunpowder smoke was blown by the wind and poured into the room. That special gunpowder smell gave people a kind of inexplicable sense of security. Now the suspenders can only hope that the support comes quickly, otherwise they won't see him!

Several officers who have begun to invade the farm have also discovered this point.

"Their firing frequency has dropped. Maybe their ammunition has a problem."

Another officer nodded. While he was talking, he pressed the bullets into the magazine. "Let the guys force them."

Under the officer's request, the agents launched an attack on a building again. The exchange of fire sounded obviously more intense, but these exchange of fire sounds were like the final explosion of an old man's life. While they repelled this attack, the frequency of the exchange of fire obviously dropped by more than one grade.

Seeing that victory was in sight, the expressions of several officers returned to the look of "everything is under control."

"Almost there, can shout."

Several people discussed and immediately made a decision.

Someone took a megaphone and shouted loudly at the farm. "We are agents of the Federal National Security Agency, representing the Federal government to investigate illegal and criminal cases. Don't stubbornly confront. Putting down weapons and raising hands from the room is your correct choice..."

Maybe because of the shouting, maybe because of other reasons, the exchange of fire stopped completely at this moment, which also made several officers more certain that the ammunition on the farm side might not be sufficient.

Ammunition is a consumable, but not a large amount of standing consumable.

Federation people don't even keep much food at home, let alone these bullets that might misfire after getting damp, mainly because there is no need.

In the Federation, bullets are sold on the counter in supermarkets like the most common daily necessities, and the price is not expensive. They don't need to keep so many, because they can buy them anytime, anywhere.

Just when they thought they had won this game, an officer suddenly turned and looked at the farmland in the distance.