My Iron Suit

John Jacob Astor looked at the steward and thought that he was coming to report the good news of the land sale. He was in a good mood and leaned back on the back of the large chair. In the hands of the cigar, this is not a slow opening to ask.

"How's it going?"

The butler did not answer directly after he asked, and still stood there with his head down. After a while, he said it was swallowing.

"They, they stopped buying! Those places, all in our hands, can't sell!"

"what?!"

John Jacob Astor heard that his eyes couldn't help but widen, his hands shaking like unseen, like Parkinson's, and the cigars between his fingers fell to the desk, leaving the precious yew. A darkened scorch was burned on the surface of the desk.

But at this time, he could take care of this. After the initial shock and stunned, John Jacob Astor finally reacted and he was counted!

He knew at the beginning that he was manipulating the land price, and he guessed his purpose. So he would simply count the plan, buy the land with him at a high price, cooperate with his acting, and let him think that he is bound to get these land, and induce him to finally implement it. Plan, launch all forces, and buy all the remaining land in the three major regions.

In the end, all of this land was in his hands. Except for Chen Mo, it is impossible for a second person to come out and take out such a huge amount of money to buy the land in the suburbs. With this money, they would rather invest in real estate in New York City. Or stocks, how much higher than buying these remote land.

John Jacob Astor thought that Chen Mo’s thoughts had been clarified, and he had mobilized almost all the liquidity in his name, and invested in this land acquisition. He was confidently planning to sneak in Chen Mo and take advantage of the opportunity to make a profit. Last time, I didn’t expect to end up with Chen Mo’s words and put all the funds in it.

This time, John Jacob Astor was completely angered, and could not care about the richest man in the United States, the hat of a civilized businessman, completely tearing up the disguise of civilization, revealing his fierce side as a fur trader.

In fact, in these years, he was only superficially disguised. He still used the hot method in private and killed a lot of people who blocked his way.

This time it was just a small smashing of Chen Mo, the richest man from China, who was trying to play Chen Mo’s thoughts. He wanted to use Chen Wen’s method of “civilization”, but since the commercial means on the bright side did not play Chen Mo, he started again. Old idea.

"Call Rex!"

After a big thunder in the study against the butler, John Jacob Astor finally calmed down and said to the butler who was headless with a sullen look.

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The next night, more than a dozen women with a pair of guns in their waists, white-faced white men with fierce faces, rode high horses and galloped toward Chen Mo’s manor in Brooklyn.

The entire Brooklyn area has been bought by Chen Mo, still as a farm operation. Because of the huge area, although many farmers are employed here, it is still difficult to see people in peacetime. It is late at night, but it is except In the moonlight, the vast farmland is flat, and no one can see it.

Just as they were murderous and ran towards the only manor that lit the light in the distant night, a huge burst of sound like a cannonball suddenly rang on their heads.

Everyone couldn't help but change their face. They couldn't think about how the shells would fall in the middle of the night, and they didn't even hear the shelling sound. They quickly rushed around to avoid the "cannonballs" that fell from the sky!

But the next moment, with a huge heavy object crashing in front of the ground, everyone could not help but grab the reins and try to stop the horse's momentum.

It was hard to stop the horses, and the chaotic people couldn’t help but look at the front.

I saw a dark armor that almost blended with the night, but reflected in the moonlight and appeared in front of them.

This suit looks a bit like the medieval knight's body armor, but the shape is more thick and handsome, angular and distinct, giving people a feeling that is not as bulky as ordinary armor, but has a feeling of being as flexible as a human being.

This set of armor, which did not know where it came from, stood on the road like this. The white light on the eyes seemed to be staring at them with two murderous eyes, so that they could not help but feel a guilty heart.

As the gunmen under the hands of John Jacob Astor, they don’t know how many competitors and enemies have been solved for him. The people who died in their hands are hard to count, but they have never encountered such a situation. This is like steel armor that is falling from the sky like a cannonball. What is it?

One appearance will kill all these killing killers~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Naturally, Chen Mo is wearing a steel battle suit.

He originally thought that John Jacob Astor would figure out what other means to deal with him. He didn't expect him to be so poor when he was so fast. After being murdered by Chen Mokeng, he immediately sent a killer with anger.

Chen Mo, who was still playing with him, was too lazy to drag on. For a while, he didn’t use steel shirts, just put on a go for a ride!

Therefore, Chen Mo did not wait for them to come to the door in the manor, but directly put on the steel battle suit and greeted them.

After stopping the group of killers from the sky, Chen Mo was too lazy to talk nonsense. The two armor on the shoulders of the suit suddenly popped open, and two miniature bomb nests were raised from the inside. The inside was densely arranged with sixty micro-automatic tracking. missile.

In fact, the energy weapon is the best weapon to destroy the corpse, but Chen Mo has always used the energy weapon. The steel shirt is completely used for flying tools. The weapon above has never been used. Chen Mo this time. Decided to try the power of the weapons on the steel shirt.

In the eyes of everyone's suspicion, more than a dozen bullet-sized micro-automatic tracking missiles fired from the nest, slashing through an arc, and flew toward more than a dozen killers who suddenly changed their faces.

The speed of the micro-automatic tracking missiles is what they can avoid. The horror of their faces has not yet fully emerged, and they are not waiting for them to react. In the eyes of everyone, more than a dozen missiles will be Almost at the same time, all of them hit the target accurately, shooting them down, lying on the ground and quickly losing their vitality.

More than a dozen horses lost their master's control, and walked aimlessly toward the surroundings, and some simply went straight to the field to eat the crops.

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