Shadow Empire

Chapter 767: Maple Kite Disaster

The sight of several cars heading towards the farm made Milo's sphincter tighten inexplicably. He glanced at the shotgun in the corner of the tower.

This is the wilderness, and there are many wild animals. They will harass the farmlands and farms here.

Different animals need to be dealt with at different times. For example, when sowing, you have to deal with birds.

Scarecrows are not a good idea because birds evolve quickly.

At first they will be startled and fly up, but will soon fall back down.

Now they are too lazy to even fly.

So shotguns and cowboys are a must.

Sometimes there are wild boars and wolves here.

In the fall, Milo would have the cowboys drive the surrounding prey over, and he would stand here and hunt the panicked prey.

He swallowed a mouthful of meat, turned around, took a step, took the shotgun in his hand, then skillfully opened the magazine and took a look. The magazine was full of bullets.

There were two boxes of bullets in the drawer of the table next to him. He took out the bullets and placed them on the table.

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

The farm's housekeeper trotted out of the house, "Gentlemen, gentlemen, this is a private farm, and we are not open to the public."

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

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

He had a braid, and to be honest, not many men wore braids at that time, and he also had long bangs.

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

There were too many people coming at once, and the butler was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously turned back to look at Milo on the tower, which also shifted Hiram's gaze to the tower.

"This idiot!" Milo cursed inwardly, but still nodded slightly.

The butler trotted over to Hiram with a smile, "Sir?"

Hiram suddenly put his arm around his shoulders, and when he was a little stunned, he turned around and put his gun to his chin, while also making sure that both of them were facing away from the tower.

"I don't understand, sir..." The butler broke out in a cold sweat!

It was such a hot day, but he couldn't feel any warmth at all, only a bone-chilling cold!
His teeth are chattering!

Hiram had a smile on his face all the time, but his cold smile lacked much warmth. "Is this the Perez family's farm?"

The butler was silent. He realized something. He was about to say something, but Hiram shook his head. “Thank you, you already told me!”

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

He stared at Hiram with his eyes almost popping out, and Hiram grinned and tightened his finger on the trigger.

The gas released from the gun barrel in an instant made the butler raise his head. He didn't feel any pain at all. The bullet entered his lower jaw, blew off his skull, and he collapsed to the ground all of a sudden.

The sudden gunshot alarmed Milo on the tower. He cursed "son of a bitch" and raised the shotgun in his hand to aim at Hiram.

But by this time, it was too late.

The people who came out of the car were holding submachine guns in their hands. Someone noticed Milo on the tower and pulled the trigger directly.

The bullets made a "xiuxiuxiu" sound as they shattered the bricks. Broken pieces of bricks flew everywhere. He didn't even dare to raise his head and fired randomly.

"Farke, Farke!"

"Send Q, son of a bitch, send Q!"

Milo's hands were shaking. To go down from the tower, one had to use a wooden ladder, and normally he could slide down without using his hands.

But today, even with support, he almost fell down.

In the last few quarters, he still couldn't control himself 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 the sheets, running in panic without knowing where to go.

She saw Milo and was about to go forward, but was pushed away roughly by Milo!

He's going to get a weapon and go to a safer place!
The sudden gunshots immediately alarmed the cowboys on the farm. The cowboys walking in the front suddenly tightened the reins and turned back to look in the direction of the farm with confusion.

Sometimes Milo would indeed fire a few shots, but such intensive gunfire was definitely not something that Milo could produce alone.

The cowboy leader's face turned extremely ugly. His deputy came over on horseback. Although he didn't say anything, he had expressed his thoughts.

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

He was very clear about the power of the Perez family. If Milo died, they might not survive.

But if Milohai were alive, even if they died, their families would still receive compensation.

Large families do a good job in this regard. At least the surface work is done very beautifully and there is nothing wrong with it.

The other cowboys turned their horses around, as did some farmers and farm women.

He glanced at the smoke that was growing thicker in the distance and said, "You guys continue to put out the fire, and we'll do the rest."

The farmers and farm women all breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't want to work so hard just for a few dozen dollars a month.

Several people who were more prestigious among the farmers quickly agreed, swore that they would put out the fire, and then ran away with their men.

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

This is not the new type of automatic rifle. It uses the previous feeding structure. There are a total of ten bullets in the magazine and the chamber. For two rifles, that means twenty bullets.

Hunting and firefighting are two different things. He was not sure if he could aim and shoot as calmly as he did when hunting. The only thing he could do now was to do his best to perfection.

He put one of the guns back into the saddle and looked around. There were about forty or fifty cowboys.

In fact, their total number is larger than it is now, but some of them are on rotation and have gone to the nearby town. I hope they can come back in time.

The cowboy leader wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

Traditional old people like them are very clear about their own value. A salary of a few dozen yuan a month is definitely not enough for them to retire here.

They have to face groups of wild beasts and people with malicious intentions.

A few decades ago, they were also responsible for capturing and hunting slaves.

They are paid for this job, so naturally they have to take the lead when something goes wrong, otherwise they will become a laughing stock for the rest of their lives!

"Be careful, you young ones go at the back, and the others and I will be in the front!"

"This is not hunting. There is no need to aim perfectly before shooting. Also, don't expose yourself for too long. There will always be someone aiming at you!"

He sighed silently in his heart, shook the reins, and said, "Let's go!"

The spurs on the boots gently pricked the horse's belly. His beloved horse neighed and its body sank slightly. Then its muscular limbs suddenly tensed up, even exposing the lines of its blood vessels, and then it rushed out at an extremely fast speed!

Riding a horse is always a pleasurable thing. Even though they are facing enemies and firefights, it still cannot stop the romance that belongs to men and cowboys in their hearts!
“Eh~~~~ha!”

One of the famous cowboys couldn't help but shout, and this shout completely inspired the cowboys' courage. The uneasiness on their faces disappeared, leaving only their determination in the face of difficulties, and their bravery!
It is extremely spectacular to see dozens of horses galloping across the sky and earth. You can even hear the "thunder" coming from the ground!
The cowboy leader crouched slightly, holding the handle in front of the saddle with one hand, while pulling a rifle towards him.

Seeing that the tower was not far away, he suddenly frowned and looked at the maple grass field not far away. The dense and lush maple grass was more than one person tall. Although there were some gaps between the corollas, he could not see all of it.

Just as he was wondering why there was the sound of a generator engine turning in the farmland, three pickup trucks equipped with steel anti-collision beams suddenly rushed out from behind the Corolla!

The cowboy leader's eyes widened in an instant, and time seemed to slow down in his eyes at this moment.

He looked at the cars with a ferocious face and tried to stop his horse with force, but it seemed that his actions had no effect.

The square anti-collision beam hit his horse. He could see his beloved horse being knocked to one side. It was struggling and there was even fear in its eyes!

Then he saw the front ends of the cars slowly squeezing his calves, but strangely he didn't feel any pain at all.

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

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

In his mind and ears, all he could hear was the sound of his own breathing and heartbeat. He looked up and saw that at least ten horses had been knocked over. When he looked at the three pickup trucks, the sound of submachine guns had already been heard.

His mind was blank at this moment. His beloved horse beside him was twitching and kicking its four hooves continuously. It struggled to stand up several times but failed.

There were injured cowboys all around, and the remaining ones were firing randomly in panic.

The bullets from the submachine gun were like the Grim Reaper's scythe, constantly reaping the big targets, horses, or people.

Watching familiar faces fall one after another, he screamed and kept pulling the trigger in the direction where the gunshots came from in the distance!
However, what greeted him was another car head!
With a thud, his head hit the protruding square iron. At this moment, the world around him suddenly stopped.

The whole world was swallowed up by white light, and when he could see his surroundings clearly again, he had returned to his childhood.

He sat on his father's horse, while his father led the horse that had been with him throughout his childhood and had left him with countless fond memories.

As he walked away, he looked back at him and smiled, "You're a great cowboy, boy."

His nose felt a little sour, "Will you leave me again?"

His father turned his head and continued to look forward, "I won't do that this time, I swear..."

The cowboy leader wiped the tears from his face, turned around and looked towards the white light in the distance, but saw nothing.

But in reality, the killing continues. The modified pickup trucks are full of amazing lethality, and the bullets sprayed from those shooting ports make people even more desperate.

The fields were filled with cries and shouts.

The farm not far from them was not in a good condition either. Except for some peasant women who escaped in the opposite direction, Hiram had already brought his men into the main building of the farm, which was the house where Milo lived.

It's 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 for them to find out where Milo was hiding, the basement.

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

Seven or eight minutes have passed since the first gunshot, and the resistance forces in the farm have basically been eliminated.

As long as they make misleading actions, men, women, young and old will return to God's arms.

As the gunfire outside stopped, the farm seemed to become quiet.

At the edge of the town in the distance, many residents, including the mayor and the sheriff, have gathered.

They wanted to go over and see what was going on, and offer help if necessary.

After all, it is a good thing for them to have such a rich and generous neighbor here.

The whole town benefits from this!
There were some cowboys, too, and they were being stuffed into police cars.

Some cowboys wanted to resist, but they soon became obedient.

More than a dozen state police cars were parked here, blocking the town's residents from going to the farmland to check the situation.

A sheriff was negotiating with the mayor.

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

"Listen, I'm not interested in what deals you made in the past, but now, we have to eradicate this gang."

"If you want to help them, then great. Next time it won't be us who will come, but the militia!"

The sheriff pinched his waist and warned nonchalantly, "If you don't believe me, you can try it!"

The mayor had taken off his hat and held it in his hand. "But there are still many residents in 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, 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 get in trouble and don't want prosecutors to investigate your dealings with these criminal organizations."

"Then you'd better take your residents and get out of here now!"

Although the mayor 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 the result.

If the people who came were not the police or the federal government, they might still dare to do something.

But attacking state troopers, again in this case, is no different from being anti-government.

When all dangers were cleared, another convoy drove into the farm.

Lance got out of the car, looked at the increasingly thick smoke in the distance, and then entered the farm that was littered with bullet holes.

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

Lance nodded slightly and came to the outside of the basement. He did not approach the dark hole, but just watched from a distance.

Who knows if the people inside will fire a shot at the outside?
"He doesn't want to come out?"

"Yes."

Lance shook his head slightly. "Have someone pour gasoline in there. If he doesn't come out, burn him to death."

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

A "Fuck" was immediately heard from the basement, followed by footsteps. "I surrender. I want to see your boss. I am Milo, Milo Perez, a direct descendant of the Perez family!"

"I'm throwing the gun out now, don't get me wrong!"

Soon a shotgun and a revolver were thrown out, followed by two hands, and then the somewhat embarrassed Milo.

He raised his hands high, and before his head showed up, he shouted, "Don't shoot, I'm coming out soon, I'm coming out!"

He slowly stuck his head out, took a look, and when he saw that no one was shooting at him, he walked out completely.

"Whose people are you from?"

There was still confusion on his face at this moment. He even mentioned several major forces that did not get along well with the Perez family, but he never got the right one.

Lance turned around and went outside, and Milo was pushed and followed Lance out of the house.

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

There was a burnt smell in the air, as well as a pleasant fragrance, which was the smell of maple kite after being heated.

The bright red maple grass, the wind and waves, and the blazing flames add a special charm to this summer morning.

Lance stood under a wooden rack similar to the shape of "7". In the past, this kind of place was used by farmers to execute slaves.

They might be hung here and beaten in front of everyone, or they might be hanged to death.

Lance turned and looked at Milo, who took a deep breath, "Who are you?"

But the answer he got was not Lance's voice, but two feet behind him.

Both feet kicked him in the knee, and without support, he staggered and fell to his knees.

He looked up at Lance, who was looking back at him.

"My name is Lance."

"Lance White."

"Fran just burned down my movie theater..." He turned his head slightly to look in the direction of the fire, then gestured in that direction, "so I came to take revenge."

Milo was so angry that he laughed after hearing this, "If you have a grudge against Fran, you can go find him. I have no grudge against you!"

"I didn't burn anything of yours!"

"Fake!"

You can see that he is really angry.

He was angry not because Lance had found the wrong person, but because he knew that he might be doomed.

(End of this chapter)