Chen Mo hesitated, but still put away the bullet nest on his shoulders, and didn't kill these horses together, anyway, he also has pasture here, just raise them together.

If you eat my crops, you will be my horse!

These horses are specially used by these killers, so in order to prevent detection, so they are not branded with their owners.

Besides, even if there were, if John Jacob Astor lived to come to him for it!

Ignoring the horses that all bowed their heads and began to plague the crops, Chen Mo stepped forward and waved his hand to collect all these corpses into the space.

Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if you want to say that killing people and destroying corpses, it is still easy to use energy weapons, at that time, I just thought about fighting, ignoring the actual use of peacetime, it seems that after I go back, I will upgrade the battle suit and add energy weapons.

This is a later story, so I won't talk about it for the time being.

The miniature homing missile equipped on the steel suit is not an ordinary bullet, the wound and the destroyed tissue in the body are directly scorched by the flames of the slight explosion of the miniature missile, and the appearance is no different from being shot, but there is not a drop of blood flowing out of the wound.

Chen Mo stepped forward to put away the corpses of the killers, and then directly controlled the steel suit to take off into the air, quickly rose into the air, and flew towards the New York City in the north.

John Jacob Astor sat in his luxurious and elegant study, gently caressing the ugly black mark of the cigar on the smooth yew desk, his eyes wandering, not knowing what he was thinking.

I thought that Chen Mo was just a bun from China, he didn't understand anything, he only knew how to blindly enclose the land.

I don't know who said that the fur trade made money, so I dared to go to the Missouri forest to steal my own business.

Originally, he was supposed to be killed by the armed men of his own company, but I don't know if it was because of his skin color or some other reason, he actually managed to subdue an Indian for his use, and boldly provided these Indians with a large number of muskets.

The Indians, who had muskets, were no match for even his outlaws, and they took most of the fur business from him, and inflicted huge casualties on his men with these fierce Indians.

In this way, John Jacob Astor did not take this foreign rich man seriously, and tried to use "civilized" means against him with a playful mentality, but failed repeatedly, and finally forced him to use force as he did against those powerful opponents.

This made John Jacob Astor, who had always had contempt and contempt for Chen Mo, very uncomfortable.

How could John Jacob Astor be reconciled to being crushed by what he considered to be a stupid and savage outsider.

Anyway, after tonight, there will be no more such people in the world!

No matter how powerful he is, he still can't escape from his palm in the end, and all those who go against him will only perish!

However, John Jacob Astor still cares very much about Chen Mo, the opponent who made him suffer a big loss, to be precise, in the hands of Chen Mo, he lost again and again, and he already hated Chen Mo to the core, and without hearing the news of his killing, John Jacob Astor couldn't sleep at all.

Fingers caressing the dent on the table, John Jacob Astor secretly calculated the time in his mind, and now, Rex and they should have already done it.

Damn Chinese merchants!

In the Missouri jungle, I can't do anything with the Indians armed with muskets under your men, and your private business team is loyal to you, and I have been put on the table by you to buy land, but this time, in the face of the real force in my hands, see how you can escape this catastrophe, tonight, you will definitely die!

Just when John Jacob Astor imagined the tragic end of Chen Mo being beaten into a sieve by the gunmen he sent, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a sneer, a dull buzzing sound suddenly sounded above his head, and with the sound of the sound, the whole room seemed to tremble, and the sound of falling and breaking bricks and stones also sounded above, as if this sturdy villa had been knocked down by something, and John Jacob Astor's hand on the desk felt this strong vibration very clearly.

What's going on?!

What could have caused so much damage and such a violent shaking?

Before John Jacob Astor could react, the same dull hum and the sound of broken masonry followed, and this time, the vibration from the table was even more violent, making his palms tingle, and the sound seemed to be right in front of him!

John Jacob Astor could not pay any attention to the numb palms and the ears that were aching from the dull sound, but in the open space in front of his desk, a large number of pieces of masonry fell from above, clattering against the smooth oak floor, and a puff of smoke and dust drifted down from the ceiling with the fragments of masonry and stone towards the whole study, and soon his nose smelled a puff of cement dust.

However, John Jacob Astor didn't bother to take out the handkerchief in the pocket of his suit vest as usual, and cover his mouth and nose elegantly, he just sat there dumbfounded, tilting his head and staring at the big hole that suddenly appeared in the ceiling above, and the dark and cold steel armor that slowly fell down from the hole!

This black armor is somewhat similar to the full body armor of a knight in the Middle Ages, but it is thicker, more domineering, and has an indescribable mechanical beauty, the ends of the limbs are sprayed with blazing white bright flames, and the chest and eyes are also lit up with bright cold white light, as if it is completely unaffected by gravity, so slowly and steadily descended from the hole in the ceiling above somehow, and finally landed steadily with a crisp sound of steel and the floor contacting, and landed steadily on the role of John Jacob J. On the floor in front of Astor.

Sitting in the wide seat, John Jacob Astor looked at the nearly two-meter-high majestic armor in disbelief as if he had seen an alien, and felt that his brain was in a mess, as if in a dream, and he couldn't understand what was going on.

I must have been too tired to fall asleep, it's a dream! This must be a dream?!

However, when John Jacob Astor secretly bit his tongue, he did not wake up as he imagined, but only felt a sharp pain, and the unbelievable scene in front of him did not change in the slightest.

"You...... What a monster you are! ”()

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