The first thousand two hundred and twenty-six chapters are so angry
An irritated wild boar is very scary, especially the largest male wild boar in the wild boar group. He was happily eating. Someone threw a clod of soil and hit his head, which disturbed his mood. For a moment, he became furious and howled.
Two sounds, like a bulldozer rushing over.
The other wild boars saw the leader rushing over and followed behind. A group of wild boars came to attack. More than a dozen wild boars stepped on the ground, making a thumping, thumping, thumping sound.
This scene can be described as very spectacular. More than a dozen wild boars rushed in together, and even a small car would be overturned and crushed in minutes.
Xue Chen's eyes were filled with joy. He put his foot down and flew towards the poppy field. His feet did not touch the ground, leaving unnecessary traces. At the same time, he continued to use his control ability to grab hard clods of soil from the ground and throw them away.
, continue to irritate this group of wild boars.
The wild boar's eyes were red and it wanted to knock Xue Chen down.
Everyone has seen a matador, but they have certainly never heard of a pig fighter. At this time, Xue Chen was a pig fighter. He kept a dozen wild boars, large and small, by himself. He quickly flew in the air without touching the ground with his feet.
Moving, a large group of wild boars below were rampaging in the poppy field. Wherever they passed, all the poppies were trampled into the soil. They were in a mess, as if they had been run over by a steamroller. There was no doubt that it was basically impossible to survive.
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In this way, Xue Chen used himself as a bait, leading such a large group of wild boars to run freely in the poppy field, crushing all the plants of inestimable value into the dust.
In the meantime, the wild boar seemed to realize that it could not catch up with Xue Chen, and became a little tired. It wanted to turn around and leave, but how could Xue Chen agree? So it stopped using clods of soil as a means of provocation and found a slender steel nail to stab it.
Pigskin, the wild boar howled in pain, and then chased him with all its strength.
After spending more than an hour, more than a dozen wild boars were exhausted. Xue Chen was also a little out of breath, but he looked at the poppy field in front of him with sharp eyes. He was very satisfied with the results he had made.
He ignored the group of wild boars and walked back directly.
He did this completely on a temporary basis, and it is not yet clear what effect it will have, but what is certain is that once the opium poppy production ceases, the threat of the neighbor next door will be greatly reduced.
But this is still just a delaying tactic. We must find a way to get rid of these people completely. We must not leave any hidden dangers!
In the early morning, a pickup truck drove slowly on a dirt road at Odin Farm. Claude and two of his men sat in the car to complete their daily routine and inspect the growth status of the plants. Of course, they were not those with low profits.
The poor crops, but that piece of poppy.
Claude is in a good mood. In another month, this batch of poppies will be mature. He will be relaxed. He can get a large salary and then find a place full of sunshine, beaches and bikini beauties for vacation. He has already
I'm fed up with this hellish place with damp air, lifelessness and no entertainment at all. It's worse than a prison.
Squeaking, the car stopped.
Claude, who was wearing sunglasses, jumped out of the pickup truck first. He put his hands on his waist and looked at the poppy field he carefully cared for: "Ankinson, in one month, we will..."
Halfway through the words, Claude's body shook violently, and then he took off the sunglasses on his face with trembling hands. His eyes almost flew out of his sockets, and he stared at the person in front of him.
A field.
"How could this happen?" Claude let out a shocking cry.
After the two people who got out of the car saw the situation in the poppy field clearly, their faces became extremely ugly. They turned gray for a while and were speechless for a while.
Claude gasped and walked closer step by step. The expression on his face showed his mood at this time, he wanted to kill someone!
The huge poppy field was in good condition yesterday, but overnight, it changed drastically. All the poppy fields were ruined. The original upright branches fell to the ground and stuck to the soil, and the purple flowers also withered.
Not just one or two trees, but the entire field. There were very few plants still standing, and the overall loss was over 95%.
"You two, tell me, what's going on?" Claude was furious, his whole face twisted, and he turned to the two men he brought and asked loudly.
The man named Ankinson came forward, took a closer look, and whispered: "It's a herd of wild boars. There are wild boar footprints all over the ground. There are so many large and small ones. It should be a large group of wild boars."
Wild boar?! Claude also lowered his head and took a closer look. His eyes full of anger flickered, and he could see that there were indeed traces of trampling by wild boars. This is very common and not surprising.
In previous years, poppy fields have been harmed by wild boars. However, according to his management, wild boars prefer crops such as corn, wheat, and potatoes with huge tubers and fruits. They will only trample poppies accidentally and will not actively eat them.
poppy, so the damage caused is very small and almost negligible.
However, the situation in front of us is exactly the opposite, and the remaining value is negligible!
Claude endured his rage and walked step by step into the poppy field. His red eyes looked at the ground. There were all the hoof prints of wild boars, some big and some small. They were everywhere, almost all over the entire field, and there were still some traces left behind.
A lot of pig shit came down.
"Damn it, why is this happening?" Claude stretched out his hands to cover his head, his whole body shaking.
The poppy fields were like this, which meant that this season's poppies were basically extinct. Now he no longer dared to dream of beauties in bikinis. What bothered him was how to explain it to his superiors.
The superiors assigned him to be responsible for the cultivation of opium poppies. Now that there is a problem, it is naturally his responsibility. Without the raw materials provided by this poppy field, how much money will the organization lose? I am afraid it will be at least several million dollars!
"What should I do?" Claude squatted down and covered his head with his hands, feeling that his brain was about to explode.
"Boss, that's not right. Those wild boars have lost their minds and gone crazy. Why do they have to destroy this field? It makes no sense." Ankinson said in a low voice, "Are there other reasons?"
Alas, Claude stood up with red eyes: "You're right, something must be wrong!" He didn't want to believe that this was a natural disaster. There was no reason that a group of wild boars could destroy such a large area of the sky overnight.
It's so weird, so abnormal.
Claude lowered his head and looked around, trying to find some potential evidence, such as...footprints, cigarette butts, in short, evidence that something was fishy.
He walked through the entire field step by step, his eyes almost blinded, but there was nothing, nothing, no human footprints were left, they were all hoof prints left by wild boars.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Claude was roaring in his heart, and his hands clenched into fists, making a rattling sound.
It took the three people an hour to walk around the entire poppy field, but they found nothing. There was no trace of anything wrong at all, except for hoof prints.
In addition to Claude and Ankinson, there was another man named Porter. Looking at this strange scene, Porter felt a little uncomfortable. Why did the wild boars suddenly do such strange things and destroy the entire poppy field?
Could it be that there are other reasons? Could it be that these wild boars are controlled by someone, such as...Ethan?
Thinking of this possibility, he told his boss Claude: "Boss, I wonder if it was the soul of that old guy Ethan who drove these wild boars to retaliate against us. Wasn't it because he discovered the poppy field?
Were you silenced by us?"
As soon as the words came out, the expressions of Claude and Ankinson inevitably changed.
"Impossible, that old guy has been dead for four years. If he really wanted to take revenge on us, he couldn't have waited until now. What's more, how could such a thing exist?" Claude snorted heavily.
"But, how can we explain it now?" Ankinson also muttered, "This fact is really weird. These wild boars seem to be really controlled, but who can order a group of wild boars, except ghosts?"
Claude interrupted the two men to continue talking, with a gloomy face, and said, even if it was really a wild boar controlled by a ghost that did this, will the people in the organization listen? They only want results and maturity.
raw materials, and won’t care about other things.
The three people stood on the edge of the field, looking at the poppy field that was destined to be extinct. They were helpless and thinking about a solution. If they couldn't handle this matter properly, they would definitely be severely punished by the above. After all, the losses were really serious.
It's too big. Without the supply of raw materials, a series of people behind will be affected and won't be able to make money, and all the spearheads will be aimed at it.
"Boss, I have something to pay attention to."
"explain."
"It's better to burn everything with a fire. That way, they can't blame us. After all, this is a natural disaster."
Claude thought for a moment and felt that this was indeed a hopeless solution. If he told his superiors that the poppy fields were ruined by a group of wild boars, they might not even believe it, which would mean severe punishment. But if it was
For serious natural disasters like wildfires, the situation is different.
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After breakfast, Gao Dewei went out to get busy. It was already autumn, and the autumn harvest was not far away. He needed to prepare farm machinery and tools, and also contacted the construction company...
"Xue Chen, you went out last night? How was it?" Shen Zixi took the initiative to go to Xue Chen's side, looked at her with clear eyes, and asked with concern.
"Gone." Xue Chen told Shen Zixi everything he saw and did yesterday, which made her dumbfounded.
At the end, Shen Zixi burst out laughing, with a smile on her face: "You are so mean, I think they must be so angry that they will jump off their feet." (To be continued)