Lisco's American Life

He had a great time eating and drinking with Lin Qi every time, and they did have about the same amount of alcohol, so Lin Qi was well prepared and told him directly when he came that he would not be back tonight.

The sun turned, and Lisko wanted to sleep after being drunk, so he fell into a deep sleep until he was woken up by a rapid shaking.

"kindness?"

He opened his eyes with great difficulty, and then saw David and the rooster standing in front of his bed.

"What's wrong?"

Still a little confused, he sat up and rubbed his swollen temples.

"Sir, all the cattle in Les Ranch are dead."

David's expression was cautious and serious, and the rooster stood beside him without saying a word.

"What?"

This sentence directly woke Lisko out of his daze. He opened his eyes wide and tried to digest the information in David's words.

"What's the reason? Is it an infectious disease? Or was it poisoned?"

He asked a bunch of questions and then stood up.

"I just received the news and I don't know the situation yet, but the cowboy who came to inform me said that all the cattle on the ranch were dead, and the mountains and plains of the ranch were covered with cattle carcasses. It was initially estimated that there were 3,000 cattle."

Lisko went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, held up some cold water, and rubbed his face vigorously.

I picked up a towel and wiped it randomly before going out.

There was no time for greetings now, so he went straight out the door.

When they got downstairs, Payne was standing in the living room. When he saw the three people who looked in a hurry, they didn't even bother to speak, and they walked directly outside.

David came with the rooster, and he pulled two horses directly to the castle, so the horses are still tied in front of the castle.

Originally, Colt needed to be taken with him, but he was still in school, so after making a phone call, the three of them rode out of the ranch and headed for Les Ranch not far away.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, the three ranches of Colt Rooster and Lisko are one and the same.

"Lee." Les greeted the passing ranchers at the door. Now all the surrounding ranchers have gathered here. After all, this is no small matter. All the cattle in one ranch have died. If it is an infectious disease, the entire state of Colorado will be affected.

All cattle on pastures must be buried and disposed of.

Les's expression was not very good. After all, the loss of 3,000 cows at once would result in a direct economic loss of about five million U.S. dollars. This was also very taxing for him, who was wealthy.

"Have you found out the reason?"

Lisko dismounted, handed the reins to the cowboy guarding him, and stepped forward to hug Lisko.

Les held his pipe in his mouth and said, "I invited cattle research experts from the state and are still investigating the cause."

Several people walked towards the pasture without stopping.

When he reached a slope, Lisko stopped and looked at the shocking scene in front of him.

"FUCK."

Three thousand cows fell on the ground all over the mountains and fields. Some flies were swirling around the corpses. Three or two groups of experts in white clothes squatted aside to check.

There was also a trace of anger in Lisko's expression. For a rancher, the cattle are his life and property. If this happened to someone else's ranch, the owner of the ranch might have committed suicide directly because of the loss.

"The cowboys put the cattle outside and then went around to patrol the guardrails. When they came back, it was already like this."

Les's eyes were a little moist. This kind of blow was like opening a supermarket, only to have the entire supermarket emptied out overnight.

The rooster squatted down and hammered the ground hard. For him who had lived on a ranch since he was a child, he now understood Les's feelings very well.

More and more ranchers gathered around, and everyone did not go down the slope, quietly looking at the tragic scene in front of them, and some ranchers even began to sob softly.

Everyone is waiting for the judgment of the experts, who cannot step forward. If it is an infectious disease, it will be even worse. Two-thirds of the ranchers present will go bankrupt.

After waiting for a while, the experts came over.

"How is it? What's the reason? Is it really an infectious disease?"

The ranchers surrounded the experts and started asking questions.

"Everyone, be quiet. I will announce the situation. Don't worry," the expert pulled down his mask and increased his volume.

"After our verification, we confirmed that the cattle ate frozen hay and died of flatulence. It was not an infectious disease."

After hearing the results, all the ranchers breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that the cause was found. What they were most afraid of was an unknown infectious disease. Although the current results are also unacceptable, at least they are much better.

"Fatigue? It's autumn, how can you be flatulent?" Les was a little annoyed, pushing through the crowd and walking straight towards the dead cow.

He took out the knife he carried with him and stabbed the cow's belly hard. A stream of blood spurted out, and then there was a sound like a car running flat, and the cow's belly also shrank.

He fell to the ground weakly, and then stared blankly at the cow carcasses across the pasture.

"Richel, is that you?"

He suddenly stood up, ran toward the gathering ranchers, pulled out a bearded man in his forties, and punched him in the chin.

"It's not me, it's really not me,"

Richel avoided Les's fist in horror, and the ranchers around him also woke up from their dreams and hurried over to pull away from the two fighting men.

"We just have different opinions. How could I mess with your cow?"

After being pulled away, Richel looked at the blood spitting out on the ground. Les actually knocked out his teeth. He angrily yelled at Les who was still struggling to fight.

Lisko knew that Richel was Les's rival in the Livestock Association. They had different opinions and often quarreled with each other, but he definitely didn't have the courage to say that he would kill the cattle on Les' ranch.

Les also knew it, but the suppressed anger in his heart made him not want to think about it, he just wanted to find an outlet to vent his anger.

"Fuck! I'm going to sue you."

Richelle looked at Les paralyzed on the ground, and then started to scream.

"Okay, let's go back first. I'll take care of Les."

Lisko looked at the ranchers who were still talking about each other and walked out.

"Well, Les, if you need anything, call me, Garrison is united,"

Each rancher came forward to hug Les and comfort him, then stood up and left.

"Any idea?"

Lisko squatted down and asked Les who was still gritting his teeth.

"I'll find out."

Cow flatulence is generally a disease that only occurs in winter, and the cows will not die directly. Someone must have put frozen fodder on the pasture, or even mixed it with other things.

"I'll lend you the cowboy."

There are only four or five cowboys at Les Ranch, and with the addition of the dozen cowboys from Lisko Ranch, they will definitely be able to find out the matter.

"I must kill him."

Les's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said this.