On April 10, 2014, there were 24 hours left before the launch of the Falcon-9 rocket and the American Artemis probe around the moon.

Wyoming, Tyson Group Headquarters.

Munster, the head of the Yellowstone Farms project, sat in his office and watched the TV report with relish.

In the report, the hostess was standing on the periphery of the launch site, pointing in the direction of the rocket, and introducing the progress of the launch in a sentence that showed her "professionalism" as much as possible.

The Falcon 9 rocket behind me has completed the final refueling, and we can see that the crew is disconnecting the rocket from the fuel storage tank, and they look small-—— especially when they are standing on this huge rocket."

"According to the data provided by SpaceX, this rocket needs to be filled with 10 million pounds of liquid oxygen methane fuel, which is a huge number."

"If converted into gasoline, that's enough for nearly 10,000 family cars to drive for a year."

Listening to the reporter's statement, Munster shook his head disdainfully, turned around slightly, and said to the assistant who was waiting on the side:

"The presenters nowadays are getting more and more brainless. Convert liquid oxygen methane fuel to gasoline? She probably didn't go to college at all. ”

"But that's what journalism is all about, isn't it?"

"Exaggeration, distortion, alteration. Our affair with Yellowstone Farm has also been hyped into something we don't want to see. ”

"It was just a simple commercial dispute"

Hearing his words, the assistant shook his head helplessly.

Commercial disputes?

If it really is just a commercial dispute, it will not develop to the point where one side uses the National Guard and the other side seeks help from the LMS.

Essentially, it was the handling strategy of this incident that went wrong in the first place.

In fact, Munster doesn't need to worry about that little bit of terms and benefits, can he get the farm, will the follow-up benefits be less?

It's a pity that he doesn't, he just wants to squeeze the entire Dutton family dry.

Well, the originally smooth plan was messed up, and it was even involved in the power of the Huaxia people.

It is impossible to end well, and the only thing that can be done is to continue the already tough strategy to the end

What kind of business is this?

I knew that this was the case, and when the first conflict occurred, it was better to directly create one or two incidents of attacking the police and serve them in one pot.

——

Of course, he could not have said such a thing in front of Munster, so he simply replied:

"It's true that the essence of the dispute is a commercial dispute, but on the surface, the tactics used by both sides are too aggressive."

"Especially after we deliberately created the conflict, John Dutton has completely woken up to the fact that he is not going to stop and wants to make the conflict a little bigger."

"After all, now that the LMS has a platform for him, he is no longer afraid of our power."

Munster's brow furrowed, and he took a pout, and after a few seconds of silence, he spoke:

"We can only blame our soldiers for being too light-hearted—in fact, as I said at the beginning, as long as there is a reasonable reason, even if it is to kill them all, it can be handled properly."

"But the people we sent were soft-hearted. We had already created such a perfect murder scene, and even waited for Dutton and his son to enter the trap, but they didn't shoot them, but sent them to the police station. ”

"I can't understand their kindness-—— or rather, yours?"

The threat in Munster's words was obvious, and the assistant quickly denied it:

"I'm not going to give them a chance."

"In fact, they were able to survive solely because of John Dutton's caution."

"He took off his rifle at the first time, and he didn't give us a chance at all-—— and the police station near Yellowstone, you know, are all their people, and once we get in, we can't do anything."

"So you mean, it was an accident?"

Munster stared sharply at his assistant, as if trying to find a flaw in him for lying.

"It was an accident, indeed."

"And what about the other time? Keith Statton broke into a private house, also an accident? ”

It wasn't an accident, the trap would have been perfect, but the worst thing was that his combat skills were stronger than those we sent."

"A retired Marine with better combat skills than an active-duty police officer?"

"It's a SEAL."

The assistant corrected.

Munster fell silent for a moment, and on TV, the hostess was still chattering.

The Artemis lunar exploration vehicle will land at a predetermined location on the far side of the moon after several weeks of orbiting the moon, where it will use state-of-the-art long-range communication technology to connect with Earth.

"And the equipment carried by Artemis will automatically unfold and build itself, creating the first lunar camp in human history."

"Later, Artemis 2 will carry three astronauts to the moon, where it will complete a six-week scientific mission."

Munster glanced at the picture on the television, then retracted his gaze.

"Either way, we must not allow John Dutton to reclaim Yellowstone Farms."

"We're already extremely passive in the legal senses, and if we want to regain control, we have to solve his biggest problem."

"Let's use special tactics - we haven't used them in previous conflicts anyway."

Hearing this, the assistant's eyes became a little hesitant.

Yes, in several clashes between Tyson and Yellowstone, they did use a lot of violence, which also caused casualties.

But in any case, there is a "reasonable" reason for those conflicts.

Territorial conflicts, provocations, quarrels, scrambles for women. In that wilderness, these arguments, as absurd as they may seem, barely hold water.

But now, looking at Munster's meaning, it seems that he is planning to tear off the last fig leaf and go straight to grab it.

Is this really possible?

If not handled properly, it may even lead to the complete collapse of the entire global policy.

So, he opened his mouth and persuaded:

"We probably don't need to be in such a hurry."

"Although we are already at a disadvantage in the legal senses, how long can we continue to drag on and how long can they last? Maybe John Dutton will die of old age in a few years. ”

"We don't have time to waste."

Munster said categorically.

"The Artemis project is a signal-—— a signal that SpaceX, or as I prefer to call it, the 'Musk Army,' is starting to soar."

"You also know that he has just launched a new digital farming company-—— which is Star Farmer."

"They're growing fast, and they've reached into Wyoming."

"I'm skeptical that if they win another landmark victory for the Artemis project, they will be able to quickly take over a large part of Wyoming's resources."

"You know, the state government has no credibility to speak of, they only look at the interests."

"So, what we have to do is to swallow the benefits on our lips as soon as possible."

"It's a big time, and sharks in the water are frantically scrambling for food, how can we be hesitant at such a time?"

The assistant chief let out a long sigh.

He had to admit that Munster's judgment was right.

Star Farmer has only been around for a few months, but it's growing rapidly.

It is conceivable that in the future, it will definitely be the biggest rival of the Tyson Group.

It is right to swallow as much food as you can.

But after he sorted out the connection between these things, he always felt a little ironic.

John Dutton.

A cattle farmer.

His ultimate fate was actually decided by a rocket ship far away in Florida that was about to fly to the moon.

Yellowstone Farms.

John Dutton gasped and sat down on the lush grass with a full-grown bull tied to four hooves in front of him.

He had a tired but satisfied smile on his face, and behind him stood security personnel from the LMS, dressed in military body armor and carrying heavy shotguns.

His son, Keith, stood loosely beside him, his mouth biting on the grassroots, and HK-416 hanging loosely behind him, it was clear that they were completely free from the threat of force from Tyson compared to the tension they had been two months ago.

Of course, this does not mean that they are completely safe, that harassment and provocation will still occur, and even his grandson has been threatened.

But at least, a direct exchange of fire has not happened for a long time.

This made him understand a truth:

Sometimes, to cease fire to your enemies, you don't need to actually fire, as long as you have enough firepower.

And it just so happens that LWM has such firepower.

In a casual conversation, the captain in charge of security "inadvertently" revealed that they could even get their hands on helicopter gunships.

Although it is only a retired model of the military, it is definitely not an existence that can be challenged by the light firepower that Tyson can dispatch.

So, his life is very leisurely.

Of course, such laid-back comes at a price-—— and that is, trading with 555Fulton.

He has promised the other party that after taking back the Yellowstone farm, he will share the right to operate the farm with the other party, and respect the other party's decisions on land use and industrial development.

Even such a decision could upend the traditional way the farm operates.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

——

It's good that times are always changing, at least, in the planning of 555Fulton, the cattle still have to eat grass.

That's enough, isn't it?

He looked at Keith on the side and said:

"You participated in the negotiation with 555Fulton, and I think that after reaching an agreement, I can leave the follow-up business work to you."

Hearing his words, Keith couldn't help but frown.

"Dad, you know, I'm not good at business stuff."

"You don't have to be good at it."

John interrupted him without question, and continued:

"I only wish there was a son I could trust to watch over my farm, and not fall completely to our enemies, as Weiss did."

He was just forced to do so.

Case's tone was a little low.

For his brother, he is actually not as "resentful" as his father thinks.

He knew that Wes had made a big mistake, but it wasn't his intention.

In a sense, he is also trying to protect the family, protect the family members in the family.

It's just that the way he chose was, in John's opinion, a little weak.

"As a last resort? Maybe. ”

"But at least it proves that he doesn't have the same vision as you, right?"

"He didn't see through the enemy's tricks, and that was enough for me to make a decision."

"Okay. But I think he should take his share. ”

"Of course, there's nothing to say about it, no matter what, you're all my sons."

John replied with ease.

After such a long period of twists and turns, his mentality has already changed.

He doesn't want to be a "hero" anymore, he just wants to spend his old age in peace and stability within his own principles.

The radio next to me was playing the latest news, and the hostess was interviewing the president of SpaceX, and they were talking about the moon landing, about heavy rockets, about going into space, and John didn't really understand the meaning of those things, he just found them interesting.

Decades have passed, and are we finally going to the moon again?"

"It sounds like a reincarnation. You know, I've been through that era too, and I've seen Armstrong go to the moon with my own eyes. ”

"I didn't expect that when I got old, something like this would happen again."

"You're lucky-—— maybe this moon landing will be different from what you've ever experienced?"

"Maybe, but I can't think of a difference."

Keith thoughtfully flicked the HK416 insurance, and after a moment of silence, said:

"They're going to build a base on the moon to collect the nuclear fuel on it, helium-3, that's how the word says."

"In short, it's still related to nuclear fusion."

"Sometimes, I feel like there's a connection to all of these things, as if the fate of our farm is actually linked to nuclear fusion."

"This moon landing operation may have something to do with us sooner or later."

"How is this possible?"

John couldn't help but laugh.

"We're just farmers. Could it be that they are still planning to send us to the moon to herd cattle? ”

A smile appeared on Keith's face, and he was about to echo and say a few jokes, but in the next second, his pupils suddenly narrowed.

He watched as John Dutton's body bloomed with a blood flower.

The latter seemed unconscious, and he only staggered back two steps, then looked down at his chest in confusion.

There was no blood coming out of it.

The blood flows out of the place in the abdomen.

It wasn't until then that the gunshots reached his ears, and the security guards on the side reacted faster than Keith, knocking the two men down.

Then a heavy burst of gunfire rang out.

No one knew the exact location of the attackers, they just wanted to use the sound of gunfire to cover the departure of John and Case.

Keith pounced on John and blocked the trajectory with his body.

Not far away, more security guards were coming, but John's eyes were wide open.

He stared straight at the sky.

There, a flame was slowly rising.

And the direction in which the firelight points is the bright moon.

In the chaotic gunfire, the female voice on the radio was faintly audible.

Artemis is flying towards the moon, and in a few minutes it will leave the atmosphere and enter the Earth's orbit."

John closed his eyes slightly, and said with difficulty:

"Fuck the moon."

His head fell to the grass, and the blood on the ground did not reflect the moon.

(End of chapter)