Chapter 769: The Robbery of Maple Kite Grass

Miluo's sphincter tightened inexplicably because of the few cars driving toward this side outside the farm; he glanced at the hunting rifle placed in the corner of the tower.

This is the wild, and there will be many wild animals; they will harass the farmland here, and they will also harass the farm.

At different times, different animals need to be dealt with; for example, when sowing, you have to deal with those birds.

Scarecrows are not a good way, because birds evolve very quickly.

At first they will be frightened and fly up, but soon they will fall down again.

Now they are too lazy to even fly.

So hunting rifles and cowboys are necessities.

Sometimes there will be wild boars and wolves here.

In the autumn, Miluo will let the cowboys drive the prey around, and he will stand here to hunt those panicked prey.

He swallowed a piece of meat, turned around, took the hunting rifle in his hand with one step, and then skillfully opened the magazine to take a look; the bullets in the magazine were full.

Two boxes of bullets were placed in the table drawer next to him; he took the bullets out and placed them on the table.

At this time, several cars had already entered the farm and stopped on an open space not too far from him.

The farm butler ran out of the house, "Gentlemen, gentlemen, this is a private farm, and we are not open to the outside world."

"So please explain your purpose, otherwise..."

A young man got out of the front car; he was wearing a short-sleeved floral shirt and big shorts.

He had a braid; honestly, there weren't many men with braids at this time, and he also had long bangs.

He shook his hair and waved at the butler, "Come over, I want to ask you something."

Too many people came at once; the butler was stunned for a moment; he subconsciously looked back at Miluo on the tower, which also shifted Hiram's gaze to the tower.

"This idiot!", Miluo cursed secretly, but still nodded slightly.

The butler ran to Hiram's side with a smile, "Sir?"

Hiram hugged his shoulders all at once; in the moment he was stunned, he turned around and held a gun to his chin, while also ensuring that both of them were facing away from the tower.

"I don't understand, sir...", the butler was sweating!

It was so hot, but he couldn't feel any warmth, only bone-chilling cold!

His teeth were chattering!

Hiram always had a smile on his face, a cold smile without much temperature, "This is the Perez family's farm?"

The butler was silent; he realized something; just as he was about to say something, Hiram shook his head, "Thank you, you have already told me!"

Before the butler could figure out what he had said, and how he had told this person in front of him, he realized something.

His eyeballs were almost popping out as he stared at Hiram; Hiram grinned, and his finger tightened the trigger.

The gas released from the gun chamber in an instant made the butler lift his head; he couldn't feel any pain; the bullet entered from his chin, lifted his skull, and he collapsed to the ground all at once.

The sudden gunshot startled Miluo on the tower; he cursed "bitch-raised," raised the hunting rifle in his hand and wanted to aim at Hiram.

But at this time, it was already too late.

People who came out of the car held submachine guns; someone noticed Miluo on the tower and pulled the trigger directly.

Bullets "xiuxiuxiu" shattered the bricks, and broken brick fragments flew everywhere; he didn't even dare to lift his head and fired a shot randomly.

"Fuck, fuck!"

"F-q, bitch-raised, f-q!"

Miluo's hands were trembling; going down from the tower required a wooden ladder; usually he could slide down without holding on.

But today, even though he held on, he almost fell.

In the last few steps, he still didn't control it well and fell heavily to the ground.

There were only some maids in the room; his bed partner from last night rushed out of the bedroom wrapped in a bed sheet, panicked and didn't know where to run.

She saw Miluo and just wanted to greet him, but was pushed away roughly by Miluo!

He had to get weapons, had to go to a safer place!

The suddenly exploding gunshots startled the cowboys on the farm for the first time; the cowboys walking in the front pulled the reins tightly, turned their heads and looked at the direction of the farm with confusion.

Sometimes Miluo would indeed fire a few shots, but such dense gunshots were definitely not something Miluo could make alone.

The cowboy leader's face became extremely ugly; his deputy rode over, although he didn't speak, he had already expressed his thoughts.

"Go back.", after a brief consideration, he made a decision.

He was very clear about the energy of the Perez family; if Miluo died, they might not survive either.

But if Miluo was still alive, even if they died, their families could enjoy pensions.

Big families still do this well; at least the surface work will be done very beautifully, making people unable to pick out faults.

Other cowboys turned their horses' heads, and there were some farmers and farm women.

He glanced at the increasingly thick black smoke in the distance, "You continue to fight the fire; we will do the rest."

The farmers and farm women breathed a sigh of relief; they didn't want to risk their lives for dozens of dollars a month.

Several people with relatively high prestige among the farmers agreed one after another, swearing that they would definitely extinguish the fire, and then ran away with people.

The cowboy leader pulled two bullets from the saddle bag and bit them in his mouth, then pulled out the two rifles inserted on the saddle, and pressed the two bullets into the chambers of the two rifles; other cowboys were doing the same.

This is not the kind of new-style repeating rifle; it adopts the previous feeding structure; there are ten bullets in total in the feeding magazine plus the chamber; two rifles mean twenty bullets.

Hunting and exchanging fire are two different things; he is not sure if he can aim and shoot calmly like hunting; the only thing he can do now is to do his best to be perfect.

He inserted one of the guns back into the saddle, then looked around; there were about forty or fifty cowboys.

In fact, their total number was more than now, but some were on rotation and went to the town nearby; he hoped they could rush back in time.

The cowboy leader originally wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

They, this kind of traditional old cowboys, are very clear about where their value lies; the salary of dozens of dollars a month is definitely not for them to retire here.

They have to face groups of wild beasts, and those people harboring malice.

If it were decades ago, they would also be responsible for capturing and hunting slaves.

They take the money to do this job; naturally, they must stand up when something happens, otherwise they will become a joke for a lifetime!

"Pay attention to safety; you young ones walk at the back, and others are with me in the front!"

"This is not hunting; there is no need to aim completely before shooting; and don't expose yourself for too long; there will always be someone aiming at you!"

He sighed silently in his heart and shook the reins, "Set off!"

The spurs on the horse boots gently pricked the horse's belly; his beloved horse neighed, its body sank slightly, and then the muscular limbs tightened violently, even exposing the lines of blood vessels, and then rushed out at an extremely fast speed!

Galloping on a horse is always a happy thing; although facing enemies and exchanging fire, it still couldn't stop the romance that belonged to men, belonged to cowboys, in their hearts!

"Yi~~~~ha!"

A cowboy couldn't help but shout; this shout completely stimulated the courage of the cowboys; the unease on their faces faded, leaving only the firmness and bravery when facing difficulties!

Dozens of fine horses galloping in the world is extremely spectacular, and you can even hear the "thunder" from the ground!

The cowboy leader leaned his body slightly, grabbed the handle in front of the saddle with one hand, and pulled a rifle over with the other.

Seeing that the tower was not far away, he suddenly frowned and looked at the Maple Kite Grass field not far away; the dense and lush Maple Kite Grass was as tall as a person; although there would be gaps between the flower crowns, they couldn't see everything after all.

Just when he was wondering why there was the sound of a generator engine in the farmland, three pickup trucks installed with steel anti-collision beams rushed out from behind the flower crowns!

The cowboy leader's eyes widened all at once; time seemed to slow down in his eyes at this moment.

He looked at those car heads with a ferocious face, wanting to pull his horse to a stop, but it seemed his movements didn't play any role.

The square anti-collision beams hit his horse, and he could see his beloved horse being knocked to one side, and it was also struggling, its eyes even showing panic!

Then he saw those car heads slowly squeezing his lower legs, but strangely, he couldn't feel any pain at all.

The next second, he and the horse were knocked flying, and what was worse was that this pickup truck even ran over them!

But his horse saved his life; he lay against the horse, and those hard rubber off-road tires tore the horse's fur and flesh like a meat grinder, making him feel deep fear again.

His mind, his ears, were all filled with his own breathing and heartbeat; he raised his head and looked behind him; at least a dozen horses were knocked over.

When he looked at those three pickup trucks, the sound of submachine guns had already sounded.

At this moment, his mind was blank; the beloved horse beside him was twitching and kicking its hooves constantly; several times it struggled to stand up but couldn't.

All around were injured cowboys, and the remaining cowboys were also firing randomly in panic.

The bullets of the submachine gun were like the scythe of the god of death, constantly harvesting those big targets, horses, or people.

Watching one familiar face after another fall, he screamed and pulled the trigger constantly toward the direction where the gunshots came from in the distance!

However, what greeted him was another car head!

With a "dong" sound, his head hit the protruding square iron; at this moment, the surrounding world was suddenly paused.

The whole world was swallowed by white light; when he saw the scene around him clearly again, he had returned to his childhood.

He was sitting on his father's horse, and his father was leading the horse that ran through his childhood and left him countless beautiful memories.

He walked while turning his head to look at him and smile, "You are an amazing cowboy, kid."

His nose was a bit sour, "Will you leave me again?"

His father turned his head and continued to look forward, "Not this time, I swear..."

The cowboy leader wiped the tears from his face; he turned his head and looked toward the distance of the white light, but saw nothing.

But in reality, the slaughter was still continuing; the modified pickup trucks were full of amazing lethality, and the bullets sprayed from those shooting ports made people even more desperate.

The farmland was full of crying sounds.

At this time, the farm not far from them was not much better; except for some farm women who fled in the opposite direction, Hiram had already led people into the farm, the house where Miluo was.

This is not a very tall house; it actually only has two floors above ground, one floor underground, and a tower.

It didn't take much effort, and they knew the place where Miluo was hiding, the basement.

He used the terrain and cover to shoot at the entrance; Hiram asked people to guard here, and then others went to clear out the people in other rooms and other buildings.

From the first gunshot to now, seven or eight minutes had passed, and the resistance forces on the farm had basically all been resolved.

As long as they made misleading moves, regardless of men, women, old, or young, they would return to God's embrace.

As the gunshots outside also ended, the farm seemed to have quieted down.

On the edge of the town in the distance, many residents of the town had gathered, as well as the Mayor and the Sheriff.

They originally wanted to go over to see what happened; if necessary, they could also lend a helping hand.

After all, for them, having such a rich and not stingy neighbor here is a good thing.

The entire town benefited from this!

And some cowboys, they were being stuffed into police cars.

Some cowboys still wanted to resist, but soon became honest.

A dozen state police cars were parked here, blocking the residents of the town from going to the farmland to check the situation.

A Sheriff was negotiating something with the Mayor.

"... I don't believe you don't know what they are planting!"

"Listen, I'm not interested in what deals you made in the past, but now, we are going to eradicate this group of people."

"If you want to help them, then very good, the next ones to come won't be us, but the militia!"

The Sheriff stood with his hands on his hips, warning with an indifferent expression, "If you don't believe it, you can try!"

The Mayor had already taken off his hat and held it in his hand, "But there are still many residents of the town over there; I have to take care of their safety."

The Sheriff was unmoved by his words, "They are no longer residents of the town now; they are criminals."

"Did you hear those gunshots?"

"Do you think good people would resist our law enforcement like this?"

"If you don't want to cause trouble, don't want the prosecutor to investigate the deals between you and these criminal organizations."

"Then it's best to take your residents and leave here now!"

Although the Mayor really wanted to say no, looking at the vigilant eyes of the police around him and the weapons in their hands, he finally chose to accept this result.

If it weren't the police, not the federal government people, they might have dared to do something.

But attacking the state police, and in this situation, was no different from anti-government.

When the danger was all cleared, another motorcade drove into the farm.

Lanse got out of the car; he looked at the increasingly obvious black smoke in the distance, and then entered the farm full of bullet holes.

Hiram strode out, "The person is still in the basement."

Lanse nodded slightly and came to the outside of the basement; he didn't even get close to that dark hole, just watching from afar.

Who knows if the person inside will fire a shot at the outside?

"He doesn't want to come out?"

"Yes."

Lanse shook his head slightly, "Ask people to pour gasoline inside; if he still doesn't come out, burn him to death with a fire."

He didn't lower his voice when he said these words, just said them normally.

A "Fuck" immediately came from the basement, followed by footsteps, "I surrender, I demand to see your boss, I am Miluo, Miluo Perez, the direct line of the Perez family!"

"Now I'm throwing the gun out, don't misunderstand!"

Soon a hunting rifle and a revolver were thrown out, followed by two hands, and then a somewhat embarrassed Miluo.

He raised his hands high, and before his head was exposed, he said loudly, "Don't shoot, I'm coming out immediately, I'm out!"

He slowly stretched out his head, took a look, no one shot at him, and only then did he walk out completely.

"Whose people are you?"

He was still confused at this moment, and even said several big forces that were not quite right with the Perez family, but he never said the right one.

Lanse turned and came to the outside, and Miluo was also pushed and followed behind Lanse, coming to the outside of the house.

The sky in the distance seemed to be covered by dark clouds, and large swaths of black smoke covered half of the sky.

The smell of burnt things floated in the air, as well as a pleasant fragrance; that was the smell emitted by Maple Kite Grass after being heated.

Bright red Maple Kite Grass, wind waves, and raging flames added a special charm to this summer morning.

Lanse stood still under a wooden frame similar to a "7"; in the past, this kind of place was used by farm owners to punish those slaves.

They might be hung here and whipped in front of everyone, or they might be directly hanged on it.

Lanse turned around and looked at Miluo; Miluo took a deep breath, "Who are you?"

But what answered him was not Lanse's voice, but the two kicks behind him.

Both kicks hit his leg bends; the force lost its support, and he staggered and knelt to the ground.

He looked up at Lanse, and Lanse also looked at him.

"My name is Lanse."

"Lanse White."

"Fran just burned my cinema...", he turned his head slightly and looked at the direction of the big fire, then signaled to that side, "So I came to retaliate."

After Miluo finished listening, he was angered to laughter, "You have a grudge with Fran, you can go find him, I have no grudge with you!"

"I also didn't burn anything of yours!"

"Fuck!"

It can be seen that he is really angry.

He is angry not because Lanse found the wrong person, but because he knows he might be finished.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 770 =====