The Rise of the Ranch King

Chapter 3 3. In trouble

The two people standing at the door are wearing typical American street wear.

Distressed washed tops, oversized jeans, flight suits, baseball caps, long pendants, and cheap accessories, it was like hanging all of his valuable things on his body.

"What are you looking at? Get out of the way."

After saying that, the two of them were going to break into the house.

Lin Feng stood at the door with his hands in his pockets without moving, staring at them sharply.

The angry one walking in front yelled, "This is my uncle's ranch. We should inherit it after he dies!"

He continued to step forward and pointed at Lin Feng, "Listen Chinaman, get out of our house right now, otherwise you will know the consequences. This is serious, Fake!"

If I remember correctly, one of these brothers was named Ron and the other was Clark.

Damn it, my right eye kept twitching before going to bed yesterday, and now Lin Feng really wants to take out a gun and kill these two white trash.

Ron and Clark are Uncle Frank's nephews. To put it simply, they are two unemployed gangsters who lost their father's inheritance and began to have the idea of ​​​​becoming their uncles.

The fact that the Franks had no offspring was perfect for them, making them an ideal target.

When Lin Feng first came to work, the two of them went to the ranch to help work as a show of friendship. Not only did they make a mess, but they also stole Mrs. Frank's gold necklace, and were eventually kicked out.

Of course Uncle Frank knew what his two nephews were. In the hands of such people, the ranch would only be sold and continued to be squandered.

"This is my house now. You leave immediately or I will call the police." Lin Feng said calmly.

Ron laughed, "Call the police?"

"Do you think the police would help a gringo, or me, a law-abiding citizen born and raised in the Valley?"

"Besides, I hate the way you look at me, coward, do you want to be hugged and thrown?"

It's a fact that Riverdale is very exclusive, because outsiders who come from far away usually come here for the land rather than doing good things. Not to mention foreigners, even Americans from other states will be squeezed out.

Clark threw the half-smoked cigarette on Lin Feng and kicked the bucket at the door.

Ron rushed up to grab Lin Feng's collar, but he forcefully pushed him away. He then turned around and picked up the guillotine behind the door. It was used for cutting grass. He brought it back from the storage room outside last night for self-defense.

In order to scare these two gangsters, Lin Feng slashed the door frame with his knife.

"Son of a bitch, I told you this is my territory, get out of here right now!"

The guillotine's entry point is three points, and Lin Feng's tough attitude is still very intimidating to the two ruffians.

Clark was still cursing, but he didn't dare to go any closer.

Ron was also shocked. He was evaluating whether Lin Feng would use this knife to kill them both.

To be on the safe side, the two brothers chose to leave, but before leaving, they said harshly that the matter could not end like this, and they would have to come back to take back their ranch.

"Wait! Wait!"

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the car leave.

In fact, if the scene just now made Brother Ron smile, he really didn't know what to do next.

But the fact is that when you become tough, the whole world becomes quiet.

Go back to the room, close the door and call the police. Maybe it's like those two ruffians said, no one in River Valley is willing to help him.

No matter what they need to find something to defend themselves, Brother Ron will not easily give up the four hundred thousand dollars that are just around the corner, and will definitely come back to cause trouble again.    Searching his memory hard, he quickly remembered Frank's "arsenal", which made Lin Feng extremely excited!

I just don’t know if those gadgets were destroyed with Frank’s death or turned over to the relevant departments.

Come to the storage room, which is a lonely small house two hundred meters away from the wooden villa. It is usually used to store tools and things that are not used temporarily. In addition to the guillotine, there are also shovels, hoof trimming knives, etc.

Lin Feng kept quiet at his feet and knocked on the four wooden walls with iron rods. The echo on the easternmost wall seemed to be different. After several repetitions, he determined that Uncle Frank's "arsenal" was in the mezzanine of this wooden wall.

This was a secret that even Mrs. Frank didn't know because she objected to her husband's handling of those dangerous weapons.

Next, he tried to find a way to open the mezzanine. Lin Feng found an inconspicuous tab on the top of the wall.

In order to hide its existence, Uncle Frank painted it a solid wood color so that it blends into the wall. Even if you look carefully, it is difficult to distinguish it unless you look for it deliberately.

Next was the moment to witness the miracle. Lin Feng took a deep breath, opened the buckle and pulled down a large wooden board with force.

The result made him very satisfied. There were two dark green rectangular plastic boxes lying quietly in the mezzanine. They must not be violins or saxophones, otherwise there would be no need to hide them so tightly.

Four wooden crates were stacked on top of the plastic box. Judging from the labels, they were two types of bullets.

Lin Feng's heart was pounding. He closed the door of the storage room first, and then carefully took down the plastic box and wooden crate.

It's like opening a blind box.

Before I opened it, a smell of metal mixed with gun oil wafted out. I believe every man will like it, just like perfume to women.

One is an all-black shotgun called Mossberg 500 judging from the letters on the handle.

The other is a Colt revolver, which looks more retro and feels like a hero in an American western movie when held in the hand, except for a cowboy hat.

Although he didn't have a rifle, these two items were enough to give Lin Feng a sense of security.

He opened the door of the storage room and looked around. After making sure that no one was around, he prepared to load a bullet and fire.

Although I had never fired a gun when I was working before, I helped Uncle Frank clean the barrel of the gun, and I knew a little bit about how to use it when hunting with him.

The Mossberg 500 is heavy in the hand, has a 5-round magazine, and uses No. 12 shotshells.

Judging from the colorful bullets in the wooden box, Uncle Frank must be a very childlike person.

Lin Feng selected two blue ones and stuffed them into the magazine, then pulled the front stock to complete loading.

In order to prevent accidents, we deliberately found an open space, but heard a bang, and half of the fence about ten meters away was smashed to pieces.

The movement frightened the birds in the distant forest, and there was also movement on the grass, probably rabbits or something like that.

Then there was another shot, and the remaining fence was completely reduced to a pile of sawdust.

The smell of gunpowder floated in the air, and Lin Feng felt relaxed and happy.

Compared with the Mossberg, the revolver made much less noise and was easier to carry. Lin Feng decided to carry it with him for self-defense.

There is a problem. In theory, guns can be inherited legally, but these two gadgets are not in Uncle Frank's inheritance list. They are now classified as "black guns". Besides, Lin Feng does not have a gun license.

Why were the firearms not included in the inheritance list? Lin Feng speculated that Uncle Frank was unwilling to let his wife know about their existence before his death because Mrs. Frank hated firearms to the extreme.

It seems that he has successfully kept this secret his whole life. Maybe the couple is fighting over this matter in another world.

(End of this chapter)