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"Yes, this land is what my grandfather left to our family back then, our family has lived here for hundreds of years, if they want to take our land without spending a penny, then they have to ask me about Remington, and I don't agree."

"That's it, I don't care what Uncle Sam is, as long as they want to trample on our rights, we have to let them know that we are powerful."

"That's it, damn the hell, a bunch of damn capitalists, it seems that the occupation of Wall Street didn't make them afraid!"

"Hmph, those cynics are just Xiucai rebelled, and they didn't succeed in ten years. But we're not the same here, we're here in the Wild West, and if they want to dominate here, they have to get our consent. ”

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For a while, the farmers in the room were gossiping and talking, and everyone was as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and Tom's words were really to their appetite.

This land belongs to them, and if those capitalists do not show full sincerity, then they will not be able to pull out a single grass here.

"But... Tom, I know we have to come together and be tough, but what exactly do we do? Shall we kill the police who come to enforce the law? In that case, even if we are reasonable, we will become unreasonable, and when the time comes, they can continue to bring in more police, and even the National Guard... ”

At this time, Kref finally stood up and asked the questions that everyone was most concerned about.

Before Tom on the other end of the phone could answer, the farmers in the room heard a noise from outside the room, and the roar of the motor, but this sound did not seem to come from somewhere else, but from everyone's heads.

Kref stood up, and led the way to the window of his house to look out, and just in time to see that not far above their heads, there happened to be a helicopter that was rumbling and circling past.

And on the plane, the logo of the Intercontinental Mounted Police still has an abbreviation, which makes his pupils shrink.

After picking up the binoculars and looking in the direction of the gate of his ranch, he happened to see the policemen who were originally surrounded by the ranch people he had found, and at this time they were standing on the roof of the car one by one and cheering.

Looking at the play control office, I saw a large cloud of smoke and dust flashing on the road to the north, and then one after another, black law enforcement vehicles with police badges were driving towards this side.

The convoy couldn't even be seen at a glance, no matter how you looked at it, it felt like there had to be dozens of cars, to hundreds of cars, for such a small ranch, these guys seemed to have brought all the police in Bakersfield City.

And Crane knew that if these police officers weren't enough, these people would continue to call people from nearby Santa Barbara, or Los Angeles, anyway, the things they represent in the U.S. government, the resources behind them, it's almost limitless.

Seeing this, the rancher who had just brought this room full of people, and Kref, who had just brought the group to his side, also sank in his heart.

He frowned and returned to his seat, and at this time, the ranchers who had followed him to the window took turns to pick up the binoculars that Cliff had placed there, and when they saw the situation clearly, the hillbillies who had been in high spirits fell silent one by one.

It's clear that the police reinforcements are getting a tricky deal at this point, and if they can't find a suitable way to break the situation, then they're all in trouble.

Everyone sat back down at the long table with very ugly faces, and Crane glanced at everyone, the clay-legged people who had just been in a crowd of emotions, all of them were dressed in vegetables at this time.

After all, don't look at these guys, they are talking about Wild West here all day, but if you really let them carry their rifled Remington and fight the cops who are armed to the teeth, there are not many of them who really have that guts.

So Cliff didn't react to the group of farmers as he looked at Jerry's phone in the middle of the table and said into it.

"Tom, I think you should have heard that the damn cop reinforcements have arrived. We don't know exactly how many of them came, but I estimate there must have been at least a few hundred, and they had helicopters. Looks like they're coming in a big force, what the hell are we going to do? If we can't think of a way, we're all doomed. ”

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There was silence on the other end of the line, and just when everyone felt a little drumming in their hearts, Tom finally spoke.

"Actually, things have come to this point, and it's a good thing for everyone."

"Hey, are you crazy, what's a good thing about that?"

There was a guy who couldn't hold his breath, and he couldn't help but take the lead in scolding, and Tom on the other end of the phone was not angry, and the other people waiting in front of the phone also listened to his explanation with bated breath at this time.

"The reason why I say this is because the police can take such a big action, which will definitely alarm all kinds of news media. When the time comes, if those news media come, you can find a way to contact those media reporters and tell those media the truth you know! When the time comes, if those media smell a little bit of fish, hehe, even if it's a little something, they can give you unlimited amplification, and then those policemen will be too busy just to deal with the media, where will they have time to pay attention to you? ”

As soon as Tom said this, everyone thought that what he said was very reasonable, and even a few anxious fellows had already rushed to the window with binoculars and began to look at the gate of the ranch to see if there were any reporters and media with long guns and short cannons that are often seen on TV.

But everyone stared at it for a long time, but in the end they didn't see anything, which made everyone feel very disappointed.

"I'm sorry, Tom, we didn't see any reporters at all...

One of the ranchers looked at the phone and said, and Tom on the other end of the phone was really laughing angrily at these stupid ranchers.

"Since there are no reporters, won't you find some yourself?"

"Fu*k, Tom you damn bastard, do you think we live in the same big city as you and are surrounded by high-end friends like journalists and lawyers? We're just a bunch of cattle herders, where do we know any bullshit journalists? ”

The other rancher was also furious, and he heard Tom's chuckle on the other end of the phone, and knew that this guy was expressing mockery of his own people, which annoyed him.

Because his son was Tom's classmate back then, and now Tom has become a gold collar in the big city, and his son is still like him, guarding his dilapidated small farm, working every day facing the loess with his back to the sky.

So it would be impossible for him to say that he was not jealous of Tom at all, and Tom's chuckle on the other end of the phone stabbed his sensitive self-esteem.

"God, what age is it, are you still living in the Jurassic era? Don't you know that there is another thing called the Internet now? Don't you know that now there is another kind of self-media software called oil pipeline network? Or do you have a Facebook account? Don't you know that you can take some videos of police brutality and put them on the Internet? And then properly publicize it, no, I can recommend some trolls to you, as long as the topic is hot, do you still need to be afraid, no reporters come? Believe me, as long as you do what I say, those reporters will fly faster than flies see shit, and fly to you as fast as they can... ”

While telling these fools how to hype, Tom couldn't help but mock his fellow countrymen, in fact, he didn't like these fools in the ranch from the root.

Because in his opinion, these guys are just a group of stupid people who hold on to their shortcomings, don't want to make progress, and only have a few cows in their heads, and they are brainless.

And after listening to Tom's words, everyone reacted, indeed, how did everyone forget all this, isn't there still an Internet in this world?

As Tom said, what age is it now, and now it's the era of self-media.

Why do you still hold on to the old ideas, the old ideas, the reporters don't come, we can create our own topics, as long as the topic is attractive enough, those reporters must be faster than dogs.

It turns out that these ranchers are not ignorant of the Internet, nor are they ignorant of the oil pipeline network, Facebook or anything, they usually use the Internet at home.

It's just that they are all older, and among these farmers, the youngest ones are in their forties, and Ben is in their fifties.

Their most usual leisure mode is to drink and watch live TV football games, and only a small part of the time will go online, but the most they can use the Internet is to send emails, or find some interesting news or something to watch, or watch some paid love action movies or something, and they really don't really get involved, and few of them have really done it. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.