"Yes, this land was left to our family by my grandfather back then. Our family has lived here for hundreds of years. If they want to take our land without spending a penny, they have to ask Remington in my hand and agree or not."

"That's right, I don't care about him, Uncle Sam. As long as they want to trample on our rights, we must let them know how powerful we are."

"That's right, he's a group of damn capitalists. It seems that the operation to occupy Wall Street did not scare them!"

"Hmph, those cynics are scholars who rebel, and they will not succeed in ten years. But our place is different. We are in the Wild West. If they want to be king here, they must go through our consent."

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“…”

For a moment, the farmers in the room were talking nonstop and talking nonstop. Everyone was as excited as if they were injected with chicken blood. Tom's words were so good to their appetite.

This piece of land belongs to them. If those capitalists do not show full sincerity, they will not be able to pull out a piece of grass here.

"But... Tom, I know we have to unite and be tough, but what should we do specifically? Could it be that we will kill the police who come to enforce the law? In that case, even if we make sense, we will become ignorant. At that time, they can continuously transfer more police officers, and even the National Guard..."

At this time, Crave finally stood up and asked everyone the most concerned questions.

Before he could finish his speech, Tom on the other end of the phone, before he could answer, the farmers in the room heard a noise outside the room and a loud roar of motors. However, the sound seemed to be coming from other places, but from everyone's heads.

Crave stood up and took the lead to the window of his house and looked out. He saw it just so helicopter was rumbled and flew over not far above their heads.

On the plane, the InterContinental Mounted Police logo and abbreviation made his pupils shrink.

After picking up the telescope and looking towards the gate of his ranch, he happened to see the policemen who were originally surrounded by the ranch people he had found. At this time, they were standing on the roof of the car to cheer.

Looking at the play station, I saw a large area of ​​smoke and dust flashing on the road to the north, and then black law enforcement vehicles with police badges were driving here continuously.

The convoy was so far away that it could not be seen at all. No matter how you look at it, it would have to have dozens of vehicles and hundreds of vehicles. For such a small ranch, these guys seemed to have found all the police in Bakersfield City.

And Crave knew that if these policemen were not enough, these people would continue to call people from nearby Santa Barbara or Los Angeles. Anyway, the US government they represent and the resources behind them were almost infinite.

Seeing this, Crave, who had just brought the rancher and the group around him, had not come, and his heart sank.

He frowned and returned to his seat again. At this time, the ranchers who had followed him to the window took turns to pick up the telescope that Crave placed there. After seeing the situation there, the originally high-spirited rural blokes were all silent.

It is obvious that the police reinforcements are now difficult. If they cannot find a suitable way to break the situation, they will be bad.

Everyone sat back in front of the long table with a very ugly face. Crave looked at everyone. These mud legs who were still passionate just now were all dressed up.

After all, don't look at these guys, they are bbwed with the wild West bullshit here all day, but if you really let them carry the rifled Remington of their family and go to the policemen who are armed to the teeth, few of them really have the courage.

So Crave's reaction to the farmers was not surprising. He said to the phone that Jerry had placed in the middle of the table before he hung up.

"Tom, I think you should have heard just now that the damn police reinforcements have arrived. We don't know how many people they came, but I guess there must be at least a few hundred people, and they also have helicopters. It seems that they should have arrived at a large army. What should we do? If we can't think of any more, we will all be done."

“…”

There was a silence on the other end of the phone, and when everyone felt a little upset in their hearts, Tom finally spoke up.

"Actually, things have reached this point, which is a good thing for everyone."

"Hey, are you crazy? Why is this a good thing?"

There was a guy who couldn't help but curse first, and Tom on the other end of the phone was not angry. The other people waiting in front of the phone also held their breath and listened to his explanation.

"The reason I say this is because the police can take such a big action will definitely alarm all news media. If those news media come, you can find a way to contact those media reporters and tell them the media with the truth you know! If those media smell a little fishy smell, hehe, even a little thing, they can magnify it infinitely. At that time, those policemen will be too busy to deal with the media, so how can they have time to pay attention to you?"

After Tom said this, everyone thought what he said was very reasonable. Some anxious guys even rushed to the window with their telescopes and began to look at the gate of the ranch to see if there were any reporters and media who often saw on TV holding long guns and short cannons.

But everyone stared at them for a long time, but in the end they didn't see anything, which made everyone feel very disappointed.

"Sorry, Tom, we didn't see any reporters at all..."

One of the ranchers said, looking at the phone, and Tom on the other end of the phone was really angry and laughed at these stupid ranchers.

"Since there are no reporters, won't you find some for yourself?"

"u*k, Tom, you damn bastard, do you think we live in a big city like you, with high-end friends like journalists and lawyers around us? We are just a group of cattle herding people. Where do we know any shit journalists?"

Another big and rude rancher was also angry. He heard Tom's chuckling on the other end of the phone, and knew that this guy was expressing his ridicule to others, which made him very angry.

Because his son was Tom's classmate back then, but now Tom has become a gold collar in a big city, and his son is still guarding his dilapidated small farm like him, working every day facing the loess and facing the sky.

So if he was not jealous of Tom at all, it was impossible, and Tom chuckled on the other end of the phone and then stabbed his sensitive self-esteem.

"God, what era is now? Do you still live in the Jurassic era? Don't you know, there is another thing called the Internet? Don't you know, there is another self-media software called the Oil Pipe Network? Or do you have Facebook account? Don't you know, take some videos of violent police enforcement and put them online? Then, with appropriate publicity, no, I can recommend some water army to you. As long as the topic is hyped up, do you still need to be afraid? No reporters come? Believe me, as long as you do what I said, those reporters will definitely fly faster than flies and fly to you at the fastest speed..."

While telling these fools how to hype, Tom couldn't help but sarcastic words from his fellow villagers. In fact, from the root, he really disliked these fools who were hiding in the ranch.

Because in his opinion, these guys are just a group of idiots who are obsessed with the shortcomings and are not enterprising, and they only have the few cows in their home, and they are stubborn.

After hearing Tom's words, everyone realized that, indeed, why do you forget all this? Isn't there still an Internet in this world?

As Tom said, what era is now, and it is now the era of self-media.

Why do we still hold on to the old ideas and old ideas of the original ones? If the reporters don’t come, we can create the topic ourselves. As long as this topic is attractive enough, those reporters will definitely be faster than dogs.

It turns out that these ranchers do not know the Internet, nor do they know about the oil pipeline network, Facebook, etc. They usually use the Internet at home.

But they are all older. Among these farmers, the youngest ones are in their forties and 50 years old. Although people of their age have some understanding of the Internet, their participation is still limited.
Chapter completed!