The middle-aged man at the door was a white man, with a short, stiff khaki mustache and a loose temperament, but he clearly had some power, at least for the dogs.

Before Pemmas could come to his senses, several more young men rushed in, pushing many cages out of the room, and for a while the sound of wheels and dogs barking came and went.

One of the men approached it, and it was about to get out of the way when its body hit the cold iron railing. It was only then that he realized that he was also in an iron cage, no different from any other dog.

"What are you going to do?" it shouted, "Let me out!

It's a dog, but it doesn't think it's just a dog and can't be treated so roughly.

But these people didn't understand it. In their ears, it was no different from the dogs around them barking at them because of their nervousness, and even the young man who pushed it yelled: "Shut your mouth, what are you barking for, what do you think you are going to be killed, what a fool!"

After a while, several rows of cages were pushed into the open space outside, each with a German pastor locked in it. With its cage in the middle, he turned his head and soon noticed a strange thing—there were about twenty or so herders, all of them of similar size and age, all of them male and none of them female.

Is this a coincidence?

And what's the matter with the middle-aged man shouting just now?

"Is that all? all here?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Yes, Chief, it's all here. One of the men replied, "These dogs were purchased by us at your request from the local and neighboring states." ”

"Well, okay. The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction.

Probably a little annoyed by the sound of the dogs, he clenched his horsewhip and flicked it, drawing a shallow dent in the ground, and the shrill sound and great force silenced all the dogs present.

"Tell you," he threatened, pointing to a leafy tree not far away, raising his whip, "you bastards, and be honest with me in a moment, and if anyone dares to make trouble, I will hang him upside down under that tree, whip him upside down, whip you twenty times, and skin you." ”

His expression was fierce and serious when he spoke, and even if the other dogs could not understand him, they could at least feel his murderous spirit in his tone, especially when he saw the brown color of the soil under the tree, he knew that he was not an empty threat.

Before the words fell, a strange-looking pure black coupe drove from a distance, not fast, and the rear of the car raised a large amount of floating dust, like a small sandstorm.

Accustomed to Hyundai's compact body, streamlined body and low center of gravity, Pemmas felt that this classic car on bumpy roads could fall apart at any time.

The coupe stopped, and when the dust cleared, a man in a full suit and round-rimmed glasses got out of the car. He had two black mustaches, wore a bowler hat, a clean white shirt, and slender fingers.

The rugged middle-aged man who was arrogant and domineering before quickly spit out the tobacco chewing in his mouth, changed his amiable face, put on a smile and trotted over and stretched out his hand, "Mr. Charles! I'm Roger Leslie, just call me Roger, welcome to my farm." ”

Charles, ignoring his outstretched hand, took a handkerchief from his bosom and wiped his glasses.

Roger timidly retorted. In order to hide his embarrassment, he tried to maintain a smile, his eyes fell on the car driven by Charles, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he exclaimed: "My God, Mr. Charles, with all due respect, your car is really beautiful, it's Ford's new Model T coupe, right? I saw the advertisement for this car when I went to town, and it was posted on the wall of the theater, what did the advertising say...... The Doctor and His Car! That's why they call it the Doctor Coupe, and it's also seen in Chaplin's films, and only doctors, lawyers, successful movie actors, and executives like you can own such a great car!"

He gushed compliments and carefully touched the slightly hot hood, the crystal paint smoother than the skin of the prettiest woman in the country, only covered with a fine layer of dust from the broken dirt road in the country. He dreamed of a car like this, which would surely attract dozens of women to give him a hug, and it would not be a problem to change them every day.

Roger circled around the valuable Ford Doctor Coupe as if looking at a precious work of art, "Wow! Sturdy all-steel body, powerful four-cylinder engine, I've heard it has a revolutionary battery and electric lighter in it, and it can start in the worst weather? It must feel like you're riding on the wildest woman, right?"

He foamed at the mouth and made no secret of the car's performance, making no secret of his love for it. If you can own a car like this, it will be worth it for the rest of your life!

Roger's men heard that he had such a high regard for the car, and they also came over to watch it curiously, and one of them wanted to reach out and touch it, but he punched him and said, "You can fuck this car too?"

Charles finished wiping his glasses, turned his head to look at the rows of dog cages, and said impatiently: "Save your nonsense, I'm not here to listen to you praise my car!

"Yes, yes!" Roger said enthusiastically and courteously, "Mr. Charles, these dogs are all selected based on the pictures you sent, do you think they all look alike?"

Charles straightened his face when he heard this, "Like, man, it's not enough to just look like, if you just look for likes, you can find 18,000 dogs in the whole country - our big star can jump over an 11-foot-9" bar, so it can become a star, do you understand?"

Roger was stunned, "11 feet 9 inches? my God, that's too high......"

Charles snorted, "Of course I don't expect these country dingos you found to be comparable to our big stars, but at least they need to be closer, right?

"Close...... Well, of course, my sir, I'm sure there must be some of these dogs who can come close to that number. Roger was in a cold sweat, he had never seen a dog jump so high.

Roger is lazy, likes to gamble, and has a lot of debts, and when he hears that a Hollywood film company is looking for a stand-in for the well-known star dog, he thinks this is a good opportunity, so he boldly invites Charles, a senior director of the studio, to his farm.

Before that, he sent his helpers and the neighbor's children to promise a heavy reward, and let them search for German Shepherds that looked similar to the star dog, and found a total of about 20 of them, but he really didn't know if any of them could jump out of a height of about 11 feet......

"So what are you waiting for?" Charles frowned, looking at the soles of his shoes with disgust on his face, praying that he hadn't stepped on chicken manure or dog shit.

Roger yelled at his subordinates, "Do you hear that?" and "Start!" Take these dogs one by one and show them to Mr. Charles!"

The men rushed up and quickly set up a simple bar about 11 feet high, then opened each cage one by one, led the dogs inside, and let them line up to try to jump the bar. The German herdsmen wailed in pain, and were chained to their necks, unable to run, and if anyone dared to show their fangs, Roger whipped him fiercely.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer dogs left, Roger kept wiping his cold sweat, he spent the last of his blood to buy these dogs, and if they were all eliminated, he would have to sell the farm and go to the city to beg for a living.

Soon, it was the turn of Pegas.

One of Roger's young men opened its cage and grabbed it by the collar to pull it out.

The cage was so small that Pegasus thought about resisting, but when it saw the revolver twin guns pinned to Roger's armpits on both sides, and the calluses that his left and right tigers had sharpened to practice drawing guns, he immediately gave up this unrealistic idea - it was as strong as the old tea of that era, and he did not dare to speak lightly without fear of bullets.

Roger was undoubtedly a bastard, but he was probably also a fast gunner, otherwise he would have been killed long ago if he was so brutal.

It was led to the crossbar, and the young man let go of his hand, and Roger pointed to the crossbar and said, "Jump over! Understand? You idiot! If you don't want to be kicked or whipped, you'd better jump over me!"

In the time when Feimas and Lao Cha got along, one piece of advice he learned was that a good man should not suffer immediate losses, and a big husband should be able to bend and stretch. Now it has no other way, and if it doesn't jump over, it will definitely suffer.

Charles was stunned at the first sight of Pegas, he stroked the short whiskers on his lips thoughtfully, staring at it up and down, left and right carefully - this dog is too similar to his own big star, it is almost carved out of a mold, the size, coat color, and age are all similar, except for the eyes...... The dog's eyes were very strange, he had never seen a dog with such eyes, how to say, it was like a human......

Syllable!

Seeing that it was staggering and refusing to jump, Roger whipped his horse on the ground and shouted, "You fool! What are you waiting for! Jump! If you don't jump I'll kill you!"

Pemmas looked up at the crossbar, didn't run, just bent his knees slightly, and then jumped up like a spring!

The jump was like a cloud, and in the jaw-dropping gaze of the crowd, it easily jumped over the 11-foot-high bar, and there was plenty of margin, even if the bar was a little higher.

Feimars landed steadily, and everyone was silent.