Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, but he still put away the bullets on his shoulders. He didn't kill these horses together. Anyway, he also had a ranch here, so he could raise them together.
Since they ate my crops, they are my horses!
These horses were specially used by these killers. In order to prevent them from being discovered, they were not branded with the owner's brand.
Besides, even if there was, John Jacob Astor could come to him alive to ask for them!
Ignoring the horses that bowed their heads and began to harm the crops, Chen Mo stepped forward and waved all the corpses into the space.
Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh in his heart. When it came to killing people and destroying corpses, energy weapons were still the best. When he was thinking about the battle, he ignored the actual use of energy weapons. It seemed that he would have to upgrade the armor after going back and add energy weapons.
This was a story for later, so let's not talk about it for the time being.
The miniature tracking missiles equipped with the Iron Man Armor were not ordinary bullets. The shot wounds and the damaged tissues in the body were directly burned by the flames of the miniature missile's slight explosion. It looked no different from being shot, but there was no drop of blood flowing out of the wound.
Chen Mo stepped forward and collected the bodies of the killers, and then directly controlled the Iron Man Armor to rise into the air, quickly ascending into the sky, and flying towards the northern New York City area.
John Jacob Astor sat in his luxurious and elegant study, gently stroking the ugly black mark on the smooth yew desk that was burned by the cigar with his hand. His eyes were drifting, and no one knew what he was thinking.
He thought that Chen Mo was just a country bumpkin from China who didn't know anything and only knew how to blindly encroach on land.
He didn't know who said that the fur trade made money and dared to run to the Missouri forest to steal his business.
Originally, he should have been killed by the armed men of his company. As a result, he didn't know whether it was because of his skin color or other reasons, but he was lucky enough to subdue a group of Native Americans and boldly provided them with a large number of firearms.
Even the outlaws under his command were no match for the Native Americans who were armed with guns. They managed to snatch away more than half of the fur trade from his hands. They even relied on these ferocious Native Americans to cause huge casualties to his subordinates.
Even so, John Jacob Astor didn't take this foreign tycoon seriously. He wanted to use "civilized" means to deal with him, but he failed again and again. In the end, he had no choice but to use force, just like how he dealt with those powerful opponents.
This made John Jacob Astor, who had always despised and despised Chen Mo, very uncomfortable.
He, who boasted of being civilized and wise, was suppressed by a stupid and barbaric outsider in his mind. How could John Jacob Astor be reconciled?
But in any case, after tonight, there will no longer be such a person in the world!
No matter how powerful he was, he still couldn't escape from John Jacob's palm. Everyone who went against him would only end up dead!
However, John Jacob Astor was still very concerned about Chen Mo, the opponent who made him suffer a great loss. More accurately, he was still brooding. He had lost to Chen Mo again and again, so he hated Chen Mo to the core. If he didn't hear the news of Chen Mo being killed with his own ears, John Jacob Astor wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully.
His fingers stroked the indentations on the table as John Jacob Astor calculated the time in his heart. Lex and the others should have already made their move by now.
Damn Huaxia businessmen!
In the Missouri jungle, I couldn't do anything to your Native Americans who were equipped with firearms. Your private business team is also loyal to you. I was even tricked by you when you were purchasing land. But this time, facing my real and powerful force, let's see how you can escape this disaster. Tonight, you will definitely die!
Just as John Jacob Astor imagined Chen Mo's tragic fate of being shot into a sieve by the gunmen he sent out, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a sinister sneer. A dull buzzing sound suddenly sounded above his head. Along with the sound, the entire room seemed to shake. The sound of bricks falling and shattering also sounded above him. It was as if this sturdy villa had been knocked down by something. John Jacob Astor's hand, which was placed on the table, could clearly feel this strong vibration.
What's going on?!
What could cause such great destruction and such a violent vibration?
Before John Jacob Astor could react, the same dull buzzing sound and the sound of bricks shattering followed. This time, the vibration coming from the table was even more intense. It shook his hand so much that it felt a little numb. That sound seemed to be right in front of him!
John Jacob Astor couldn't care less about his numb hand and his ears that were hurting from the dull sound. He saw that on the empty space in front of his table, a large number of bricks were falling from above. They crashed onto the smooth oak floor with clanging sounds. A cloud of dust also drifted down from the ceiling along with the bricks, drifting towards the entire study. His nose quickly caught the smell of cement dust.
However, John Jacob Astor didn't care about taking out a handkerchief from his suit jacket pocket and elegantly covering his nose and mouth like he always did. He just sat there in a daze, looking up with his eyes wide open. He was shocked to see the huge hole that suddenly appeared in the ceiling above him, as well as the pitch-black cold steel armor that slowly floated down from the hole!
This black armor was somewhat similar to the full body armor of a medieval Knight, but it was thicker and more domineering. Moreover, it had an indescribable mechanical beauty to it. The ends of the four limbs were emitting blazing white flames, while the chest and the eyes were also emitting a cold white glow. As though it was completely unaffected by gravity, it slowly and steadily descended from the hole in the ceiling above. Finally, accompanied by the crisp sound of steel and the floor, it steadily landed on the floor in front of John Jacob Astor.
Paralyzed in the spacious chair, John Jacob Astor's face was filled with horror as though he had seen an alien. He looked at the nearly two-meter tall mighty armor in front of him in disbelief. He only felt that his brain was in a mess, as though he was in a dream. He simply couldn't understand what was going on.
I must be too tired from waiting and fell asleep. This is a dream! This must be a dream?!
However, when John Jacob Astor secretly bit his tongue, he didn't wake up as he imagined. Instead, he only felt a sharp pain. The unimaginable and unbelievable scene in front of him didn't change at all.
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