"Can you fight?"

"Is this a friendly army?"

There were shouts in the walkie-talkie.

The proactive attacks of the neighbors of the farms around were far beyond the expectations of the Canadian Operations Team. According to the original expectations, it should be that each company should clean up the snow in front of the door. How could he meddlers pay attention to the blood on others?

"Battle! The one who takes the blame is here! Prepare beer, barbecue, and get started with BBQ!"

Li Bai's voice came in a mess.

The main social life department of Americans is not mahjong poker goji, nor hot pot lobster and spicy hot pot, but various PARTYs, and they are not picky. They can only be HAPPY. The most affordable and easy-to-use BBQ is BBQ, self-service barbecue and beer, and a square dance trumpet and swimming pool are enough to bring everyone closer together.

"What a mess!"

Shi Boxue couldn't help but complain, but in the end he made up his mind.

It is better to pursue the enemy with the remaining courage, and not to seek fame and learn from the overlord.

"Gatling sounds, be careful to hide!"

As soon as the sound inside the walkie-talkie fell, a fierce gunshot came, and a tracer ballistic like a torrent swept across half of the farm and disappeared immediately.

The six-tube Gatlin is a bottomless pit that swallows bullets. A bullet link cannot last long. The normal operation should be to shorten the point, rather than pressing the trigger to the end like now.

There was also a burst of hearty laughter from where the bullet rain appeared, which obviously made me feel very excited.

Some people were happy, but the gangsters from the Iron Hand Society were unhappy. The vehicles they brought were completely wiped out by this metal storm that had been temporarily suspended for a few seconds. The body of the car was instantly covered with bullet holes.

A few unlucky children were unable to dodge and were torn to pieces by the firepower of the six-barrel Gatling machine gun, and they were not human-like at all.

Gatlin's starting caliber is 7.62. Can it be better to hit people?

If the Chinese hadn't had the piled sandbag bunkers not only thick enough, but also quite strong, they would have almost been affected.

"Snatch the gun and don't kill it!"

Shi Boxue fanned the AK. Anyway, the gangsters couldn't understand it, so he shouted it out first.

With the inside and outside cooperation, the iron hand, who was at a firepower disadvantage, did not hold on for too long. They had already called the police on their own initiative, then cried and threw down their guns, raised their hands to surrender.

I was so cruel that I screamed before, but now I am so cowardly.

There is no way, my life is almost gone, I can’t bear to surrender!

"How can you be so scared? Labor and capital have not shot a single shot!"

Li Bai still held the can of fried cashew nuts that he couldn't bear to let go, and kicked over a gangster who was kneeling on the ground.

He didn't even take a gun, so Zhao Ziwu helped him carry it.

For Li Bai, the gun is purely a burden and decoration. If you take it, it will reduce the combat effectiveness and is far less effective than the Great Sword.

"The firepower is too overwhelming. They are just underworlds, not mentally retarded!"

Zhao Ziwu shook his head and smiled bitterly. He thought it would be a fierce battle, but unexpectedly, the whole process was one-sided bullying. The operation team was bullying the gangsters of Salt Lake City. It was really not as good as Li Bai's shot or less.

Even if they do not surrender, these gangsters are already in a dilemma of running out of ammunition and food, and will never be able to hold on for long.

Once the bullets are gone, the guns in their hands are not as good as fire sticks. The Chinese and farmers will not be polite. If they make a sudden splash, the iron hand will be wiped out on the spot and completely wiped out the signature from the Salt Lake City.

After all, it is also the third gangster in Salt Lake City, so I don’t want to fight all the money here.

"Li Bai, Li Bai, come and ask, what are they from and find out the situation."

Shi Boxue was looking for people everywhere. The farm where the battle had just ended was in chaos. The operation team joined forces with the surrounding farmers to surround the surrendered gangsters in the center, pulled people out to search their bodies one by one, and then tied their hands and feet.

Even for the first time, the Chinese who cooperated with the tacit understanding were still very happy to get along with the farmers.

"Here's here!"

Li Bai heard the sound and ran over.

"Hey, I am Babu, Adam's neighbor, and on the left, the big ginkgo tree passed by, and it was my farm."

A middle-aged white man who was talking to the team leader Shi Boxue reached out to Li Bai who was rushing over and shook him enthusiastically.

"I am Andre, a cattle breeder, and I'm glad to know you, you're all a bunch of real warriors."

"I'm Bertie..."

He was not the only farmer present, including seventeen or eighteen men and women, shook hands and greeted Li Bai one by one, obviously regarded him as the second-in-commander of this group of Chinese people except Shi Boxue.

Their family, relatives and hired workers also participated in the battle. The older ones were white-haired and the younger ones had a tender face. They seemed to be only in their teens, but they were all armed with live ammunition and were full of murderous aura.

Everyone added together and twisted together, and the number of people was no less than that of those gangsters.

Americans often respect the real warriors who dare to face challenges the most.

If you take life and death indifferently, you will do it if you don’t accept it. Instead, you are humble and polite, and you should be kind, and you should be patient and respectful. You should be patient and endure the momentary spirit, and the vast sky and the sky are the most despised or even rejected. If the Chinese really tell the truth about gangsters, you will definitely be looked down upon by these farmers, let alone make friends with a warm and warm relationship. Maybe they will spit on them and curse them secretly.

The Chinese who lived in this farm actually had the courage to go to war with the gangsters from Salt Lake City, and it was an ambush that made people amazed. Such a move won the recognition of the farmers at the first time.

Stop talking about anything, the one who dares to hold a gun is a pure man, 24K is definitely there.

After Li Bai shook hands with the other party one by one, he admitted: "We are just staying here for a few days. I'm very sorry for causing trouble for everyone."

Compared with the gangsters who were beaten and collapsed and had to surrender, these farmers were the real local snakes.

Babu, who is the representative of the farmers, smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay, Adam greeted us before leaving."

Obviously, they did not make their own decisions, but had already explained. No wonder they came to support without hesitation. This is just one of the reasons.

There are gangs in Salt Lake City, not only but also rampant. If the farmers in the suburbs don’t join forces, they will be bullied by these bad guys sooner or later. What if they burn a few buckets of gasoline for you during the harvest season and set aside a fire?

Isn’t this year a waste of work!

So once you get the chance, these farmers will never be ruthless.

"I have someone to prepare a BBQ, welcome to join!"

Just as Li Bai was talking, the aroma of barbecue drifted over from afar.

When it comes to eating, Qingyao's demon is definitely more active than anyone else. She is just a standard food monster. She can't do anything and is the first place in the meal.

The cheers of the farmers immediately burst out. After a big battle, I would like to get a barbecue wine or something. This is life.

BBQ parties are widely praised by the people.

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Chapter completed!