Chapter 416

When John Jacob Astor saw the housekeeper's appearance, he thought that he was coming to report the good news of the land sale. He was in a good mood. He leaned back on the back of the broad chair and smoked the cigar in his hand, which made him open his mouth slowly.

"How is it?"

The housekeeper didn't answer the question directly after he asked. He still stood there with his head down. After a long time, he said haltingly.

"They, they stop buying! Those lands, all in our hands, can't be sold! "

"What?!"

John Jacob Astor's eyes widened, his hands shook uncontrollably like Parkinson's, the cigar between his fingers fell on the desk and burned a dark burn mark on the surface of the precious yew wood desk.

At this time, however, he was not able to pay attention to these things. After the initial shock and consternation, John Jacob Astor finally reflected that he had been calculated!

At first, he knew that he was the one who manipulated the land price, and he guessed his purpose. So he just took the plan and bought the land together with him at a high price, cooperated with his acting, and let himself think that he was bound to get the land, lured him to finally implement the plan, mobilized all the forces, and bought all the remaining land in the three regions first.

In the end, all of these lands fell into his hands. Except for Chen Mo, no other person could come out to take over the offer and put out such a huge amount of money to buy suburban land. With this money, they would rather invest in real estate or stocks in New York City, which is much higher than the income from buying these remote lands.

John Jacob Astor thought that he had found out Chen Mo's idea, mobilized almost all the working capital under his name, invested in the land acquisition, and was full of confidence to give Chen Mo a hand, and took the opportunity to make a lot of money. Unexpectedly, he finally got Chen Mo's way and trapped all the funds.

At that time, John Jacob Astor was completely angry. He didn't care about the hat of the richest man and civilized businessman in the United States. He completely tore the disguise of civilization and revealed his ferocious side when he was a fur merchant at first.

In fact, in recent years, he has only pretended to be a man. In private, he still uses cruel means to kill many people who have blocked his way.

This time, I just despised Chen Mo, the rich man from China, and tried to play Chen Mo with the idea of "civilization". However, since the commercial means on the surface can't play Chen Mo, he made the old idea again.

"Call Rex!"

John Jacob Astor finally calmed down after a big blast at the housekeeper in the study, and said to the housekeeper with his head down.

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The next night, more than a dozen white men with two guns in their waists and fierce faces galloped towards Chen Mo's Brooklyn estate on high horses.

The whole Brooklyn area has been bought by Chen Mo, and it is still operated as a farm as it used to be. Because of its huge area, although many farmers are employed here, it is still difficult to see people at ordinary times. At this time, in the middle of the night, in addition to the flat and vast farmlands under the moonlight, no one can see.

Just as they were galloping towards the only lighted manor in the dark, a huge sound like a falling shell suddenly sounded overhead.

People can't help but change their faces. They don't have time to think about how cannons would fall in the middle of the night here, and they didn't hear the sound of shelling at all. They hurriedly urged their horses to run around to avoid the "cannonball" falling from the sky!

But the next moment, with a huge weight falling to the ground in front of the ring, people can not help but quickly rein in the reins, trying to stop the horse's momentum.

Finally, he stopped the horse, and the confused people could not help but look at the front with frightened faces.

Only one piece of dark armor, which almost melted into the night, appeared in front of them in the moonlight.

This armor looks like a medieval knight's full-length armor, but its appearance is more thick and handsome, with clear edges and corners. It is not as bulky as ordinary armor, but it has a sense of flexibility.

This set of armor that did not know where it came from stood on the road like this. The white light in the eyes seemed to stare at them with murderous eyes, which made them feel a palpitation.

As the gunner under John Jacob Astor, they don't know how many competitors and enemies they have solved for him. It's hard to count the people who died in their hands, but they have never met the situation today. It's like the steel armor falling from the sky like a shell. What is it!

Chen Mo, dressed in iron and steel battle clothes, is the one who appears to suppress all these murderous killers.

He had thought that John Jacob Astor would come up with some other means to deal with him, but he had no idea that he was so poor. After being trapped by Chen Mo, he sent the assassin in a rage.

Chen Mo, who used to play with him, didn't want to drag on. He didn't use steel for a while. He just put on his suit and went for a ride!So Chen Mo didn't wait for them to come to the manor to kill them. Instead, he put on his steel war suit and went out to meet them.

After landing from the sky to stop these killers, Chen Mo was too lazy to talk nonsense. Two pieces of armor on the shoulders of both sides of the war clothes suddenly bounced off, and two miniature bomb nests rose from the inside. There were sixty miniature automatic tracking missiles arranged in a dense and orderly way.

In fact, the energy weapon is the best weapon to destroy the corpse. But Chen Mo always used the energy weapon before. Instead, the iron and steel battle suit was completely reduced to a flying tool, and the weapon above was never used. Chen Mo decided to try the power of the weapon on the iron and steel battle suit.

In the eyes of all the people who were puzzled, more than a dozen bullet sized micro automatic tracking missiles shot out of the bomb nest at a high speed, crossed an arc, and flew to a dozen killers whose faces changed dramatically in an instant.

The speed of the micro automatic tracking missile is what they can avoid. The color of horror on their faces has not yet fully emerged, let alone they make any response. In the eyes of the public, a dozen missiles almost hit the target at the same time, shooting them down, lying on the ground quickly lost their vitality.

A dozen horses lost their master's control and walked around aimlessly, some of them simply went to the fields and ate crops.