The two of them bent down and hid in the shoulder-high wheat ears, so as to avoid being discovered by the guards of the Braithwaite family.

Don't mention it, since people have a lot of money in their hands, spending money is just as willful as hell.

Not only did they build a classical manor that looked so luxurious and luxurious on the outside, but even the hundreds of meters long avenue at the entrance was regularly planted with redwood trees on both sides.

This tree species from Mexico is not cheap.

In addition, there is a gun-wielding attendant on duty every few dozen meters, so the gangsters have no chance of assassination even at night.

This can't help but make Song Hao a little disappointed...

"Good guy, isn't this almost fucking comparable to Oak Tree Manor in Louisiana?"

It is rumored that the previous governor embezzled more than one million US dollars in stolen money in the last month of his term.

In the end, this cunning old bastard who was over fifty years old used a truckload of money to buy a luxurious manor in his hometown of Gonzales for retirement.

There are many oak trees planted there, so it is called Oak Manor.

Now that he has seen it with his own eyes, Song Hao feels that the Braithwaite family's mansion is not bad at all, and even worse in terms of style.

John, who was squatting next to him, joked: "Who made his property spread all over the western United States, and even the shipping company in St. Denis has a certain share."

"Sons of bitches, they don't know how their ancestors started from scratch..."

As the saying goes, jealousy makes a person look hideous, so John couldn't help but curse.

Regarding this question of how to make a fortune, not to mention him, people in the entire western United States would like to know.

Without further ado, seeing that there was no chance of peeking from the front, they simply sneaked quietly into this golden field.

I hope I don't step on any venomous snakes...

However, no matter how cautious they are in their movements, walking in this wheat field will inevitably induce a chain reaction, such as particles falling down all at once.

A dozing attendant seemed to sense something was wrong and hurriedly loaded the bullet in his gun: "Damn it, who dares to hide in there?"

"I'll give you three seconds to get out, or I'll shoot!"

The air was still so quiet. Just when he was about to step forward to check, his friend who was also lazing behind him explained: "Louis, don't be upset, it might be a weasel."

"Those guys like to pop up at this time to steal food. If it turns out to be a skunk, damn it, please stay away from me."

At this time, he was a little frightened by these words. The man named Louis had to retract his legs obediently and give up this ridiculous idea.

After all, no one from the Gray family dares to come near this place, and even the entire Rhodes Town doesn't dare to come near this place, unless they want to taste the feeling of bullets piercing flesh.

"By the way, have you ever eaten skunk?"

"Forget it, it smells just like dried stool."

During the chat, they were completely unaware that in the wheat field not far away, two figures were holding their breath, their palms hovering over their gun holsters.

You know, this hidden guy is more dangerous than a skunk...

About half an hour later, the two people finally walked out of the dense wheat field and hurried to the right rear of the manor, where there was a muddy path.

Nowadays, even at five o'clock in the middle of the night, Braithwaite Manor is still a brightly lit scene, and from time to time, the voices of men and women can be heard from inside.

Unfortunately, I can’t hear the specific content clearly.

"John, first see if that damn moonshine is hidden around here."

"Okay, I'll go over there and take a look. Just be careful."

After saying that, the stooped John ran to the back of the manor, where there were several wooden stables, which may be where the servants rested.

As for Song Hao, his eyes stayed on the huge white building in front of him, and he analyzed it calmly.

If the Wildfire Gang's plan to kill two birds with one stone is implemented as scheduled during the weekend, then they must choose a farther place to start.

It would be best to have Aaron come here to attract some firepower and manpower, such as using torches to set fire to the wheat field or other damage.

Otherwise, judging from the road traffic and armed situation here:

In less than half a fucking hour, I would be under fire from more than twenty people as I fled with the private wine.

That's not robbery, that's pure risking one's life!

More than ten minutes later, an excited John crept over and said that he had found the moonshine hidden in the cellar.

"There are a lot of wine cans here. They are so densely packed that my eyes are dazzled."

"Take me to see it."

So when the night was dark and the wind was high, they came to a hidden cellar. John stood outside to take care of the breeze, while Song Hao ran down to check the quality of the private wine.

Slowly open the lid of a wine can.

Not to mention, just smelling the pure smell of malt fermentation with your nose will definitely be favored by the upper class nobles in Saint Denis.

"Song Hao, how about we take a can away?"

It can be seen that John is a little greedy.

Song Hao did not forget to return the things to their original places, and refused his request unceremoniously:

"There is no need to drink these few sips so as not to miss the important event. Anyway, when the weekend trading is over, as long as the plan is successful, all these fine wines will belong to our Wildfire Gang."

"From now on, you can drink as much as you want when you go home, as long as Abigail doesn't care about you..."

The words are rough but the reasoning is not rough.

Glancing slightly, he saw the carriage parked in Ma Peng, and John, who had a plan in mind, reminded him: "Maybe this, or we can transport it away quietly now?"

"Anyway, those lazy guys are sleeping. We can find a way to go around from the other side, and we'll just have to deal with a few bastards on the way."

As a result, Song Hao, who was undoubtedly more thoughtful, immediately rejected the idea.

His expression was solemn, extinguishing John's desire: "It's impossible for us to go out now. As soon as the gunshots are fired, I'm afraid the entire manor will hear the movement from our side."

"Besides, if we take a step back, even if we are lucky enough to steal it, it will be equivalent to alerting the enemy. The Bray family's tobacco will be in trouble."

John swallowed and felt his throat was itchy. At this moment, light rain suddenly began to fall in the night sky, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

In fact, Song Hao's goal is very clear. He wants to use this opportunity to spark greater conflicts between the two families, so that the Wildfire Gang can benefit from it.

There is a saying that goes: When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman gets the benefit...

With the wine right in front of him, John couldn't help but make a fuss: "Then what exactly are we here for tonight?"

"Don't worry, take your time with everything. At least we have figured out the firepower configuration of the Braithwaite family, which is crucial to the arrangement of the operation."

Unexpectedly, in just a few minutes, a light rain turned into a heavy downpour, and the two of them could only find a place to take shelter temporarily.

They don't want to catch a cold.

During the lightning and thunder, Song Hao looked towards the grove on the right side of the manor. He saw a few small houses with lights out, maybe he could get some coal to warm up.

Time waits for no one, and the two who were about to become drowned hurriedly rushed to the house of the servants. Fortunately, they found residual charcoal on the threshold of a house.

It can be easily ignited with just a flint and steel.

So they hid on the side of the house, covering themselves from the rain while drying their wet clothes.

[Ah...ah...gu...gu]

A scary sound floated from the other end of the grove.

John, who was wearing a woolen shirt at this moment, frowned: "Wait, Song Hao, did you hear any strange sounds?"

Song Hao, who only felt his scalp numb: "It seems to be coming from over there."

"How to say?"
Chapter completed!