Lisko's American life

Of course Liske was also indignant, but he could only helplessly pat his shoulder.

"Something has happened. The first task now is to find a way to recover the loss. Take the bones and skins down and sell them. The meat will still be destroyed."

Most of the reaction of cow flatulence is rumen flatulence. Generally, this has no effect on dead corpses, but the time for flatulence to die is generally about three hours. The cattle in Les Pastures die so fast, it must be There are other things in it. This kind of beef cannot be flowed to the market. If it is found, it may be imprisoned.

Although Lies was heartbroken about his loss, he would not risk the world, so he could only recover the loss from the cowhide and bones.

Seeing the cowboys hoisting heads of cattle, peeling and deboning one by one, Lisko could not help being shocked by the scenery in front of him.

Because dead cows must be dealt with quickly, many nearby ranchers called their cowboys to come and help.

The cowboys in the Li’s ranch were also here. Many cowboys gathered. Under the guidance of Les, a rack was erected. A cow was hung in place. The cowboys drove the van, ready to take the rest. Pull the beef to the incinerator.

The entire ranch was sprinkled with blood, but this was not the most troublesome for Les, the latter things were more important.

He wants to shovel all the turf on his pasture, or wait until the grass seeds in the back grow and mix in other pastures, then this kind of thing will happen again.

"FUCK! It's definitely done by people like our ranchers, or there is a leader, otherwise how could it be so understanding of the situation."

Les cursed, after Lisko's persuasion, his mood calmed down a bit, but he was still furious when he saw the corpses of cattle all over the floor.

Li Sike also felt strange. If you are not an insider, you don't know this at all, just like a person who doesn't understand medicine. You can't poison people with croton.

After making up his mind to find out, Les called to the livestock association and asked all the agents to be on standby at all times. After all, Colorado was his territory.

"Sir, I found it"

Johnson ran over on his horse.

"How is it?" Les greeted him immediately.

Li Sike followed behind, and he was also very curious about who caused the ghost, and how did he enter the fenced Ranch of Les.

"Sir, one of our fences near the Rocky Mountains was taken apart. We followed the footprints and found that they had gone up the mountain from the other side of the road, and there were traces of cars at the foot of the mountain, and then they mixed into Denver Avenue I can't find it anymore."

Johnson dismounted and reported the results of their search.

After hearing the results, Les called the livestock association without saying anything.

"Agent Jesse, check the vehicle on Denver Avenue near the Rocky Mountains last night, and report anything to me immediately."

Because it is a large livestock state, the authority of the livestock association in this state is still very high. Les has the authority to check and monitor, and can also contact the town's sheriff and cavalry support.

Looking at Les, who was still messing up, Lisko felt that he could not help much here, so he could only say goodbye.

Rooster and Colt are good ranchers. None of their ranch hired cowboys, so they stayed here to help skinning the herd of Les.

Lisko rode back to the castle.

"Mr."

Payne was at the door and saw Lisko coming from a distance, and stepped forward to grab the reins.

There is also a stable in the castle. Originally, Payne proposed to buy a few noble racehorses and put them at home to fill the front.

However, Lisko refused. He didn't like riding so much. Quark horses looked good to him.

"After David comes back, arrange for him to come find me."

Li Sike told Payne on one side.

Before the black man behind Les Ranch was found, he should pay attention to patrolling his ranch. After all, no one knew if there would be a second victim.

Because too many cattle died this time, the state media and journalists also gathered here, waiting to interview Les. When Lisko just came back, he saw the interview car on the side of the road.

Les did not refuse, and accepted the interview from the TV station. After all, he had to report the cause to avoid social panic and a sharp fall in beef prices.

"Sir, what is the cause of this mass death of cattle? Is it an infectious disease?"

"No, I hired a professor from the University of Denver to check, and the result was that the cow had gas and gastric fissure. But we will not let this group of beef enter the market. Please watch all the media tomorrow. We will hold a mass burning Every reporter supervise."

Les answered questions in an orderly manner. As the president of the State Livestock Association, he had accepted many interviews, so these things became familiar.

"Sir, as far as I know, flatulence is caused by eating frozen hay, but it is summer, how is this caused?"

"Our agents checked. Last night, someone sneaked into the pasture and sprinkled the pasture with hay. After the cowboys were grazing, they went to inspect the fence and found that all the cattle were dead."

"Sir, is this what your enemy did?"

"I have always been kind to people, so I don't know who did it for the time being. Here we also call on the public to contact our livestock association phone and provide clues. If verified correctly, there will be a reward of 100,000 US dollars."

Les also made a ruthless statement. He has already lost about five million dollars, and he doesn't care about making a point. Now he has an idea and must catch the black hand behind the scenes.

"One hundred thousand dollars?"

The reporters are a little bit uproar, and this reward is not exorbitant, even they are a little excited.

"Sir, how big is the loss this time? Will the government provide any subsidies to save the loss?"

"The loss was as high as five million U.S. dollars. The government has not yet contacted me, so it is still unknown."

Les was surrounded by reporters and asked many questions before they dispersed and went back to catch the press release.

Before the evening, the entire state of Cordorola knew about this, and while everyone was talking about it, they also expressed deep sympathy for Les.

At this time, the man behind the scenes was watching Les's sad face on TV with a big smile in the small hotel.

"Hahahaha, damn Les, this is just the beginning."

The light shone, and the man's face emerged, a gloomy and distorted expression of a feminine Asian man.

If Lisko was here, he would definitely remember that this was the Korean who was planted in the cow dung in the Leis Ranch, A Fei.

He has changed a lot from before. Standing in front of people he knows, it is not so easy to recognize him.