It cost about US$1.547 billion to buy the farm. In addition to the money for buying land and various transfer taxes and fees, it also includes US$247 million in debt.

besides.

Abel also plans to spend another $500 million, which will be used as the construction cost of [Qingqing Agricultural and Animal Husbandry Group] and this Sefrosa manor.

Of course, it also contains the living problems of the Basque people who are safe in Orange and Red.

Various construction plans were quickly put on the agenda.

But Abel has not found a person in charge of this aspect yet.

Andres is good. He is bold and meticulous. Although he looks rough and fierce, he is loyal and very smart. His ability to do things is only better than Roosevelt.

But he is not suitable.

If Andrees was given as the first leader here, the Basques would definitely be a solid piece of the matter and Abel would not be able to control it in the future.

So it can't be Andres.

Roosevelt is not suitable either.

First of all, he himself has no such intention. Compared to the hard and ordinary life on the farm, Roosevelt prefers the prosperity of big cities like Los Angeles or New York.

Abel only asked him to be responsible for the safety of Orange and Red at most.

Not to mention Lincoln.

This guy is only suitable for being a bodyguard, or as a bodyguard, at most a bodyguard captain. As long as he manages more than ten people, he will not even be able to call his own team members' names.

After all the calculations, Abel found that there was no one suitable.

But it's not actually there.

Lincoln's comrade-in-arms, the guy who introduced Roosevelt to trade with the owners of these local farms through Lincoln.

His name is Lewis, he is also a black man, a Colorado native, to put it simply, he is a native, a retired American soldier who previously acted as deputy manager on the farm.

After Abel came, he naturally saw him. After talking, he found that this guy may not be as good as Roosevelt and Andrees in terms of ability, but he was much better than Lincoln, and he was very sincere in all aspects.

Since there are no suitable personnel in all aspects and the smoke of fate has not come out to warn him, Abel simply handed over the work of the farm integration to Lewis. Before finding a better personnel, he can only trust this little old man for the time being.

Anyway, something is wrong.

The smoke of fate will prompt.

After confirming the next development of Colorado, Abel completely let himself go and had a good time in his territory for the next two days.

Peterk also came from his resort estate, which is more than 500 miles away, which is a bit far away.

He took his new young model girlfriend and had fun here with Abel for two days.

During the day, the two brought bodyguards, women, guns and ammunition, and hunted in the huge farm.

This is elk season, and you can hunt various deer as long as it does not exceed the state government's limit.

In front of everyone.

Abel used his weird and magical blind Jiba's shooting technique. He looked disorganized, sometimes he played until he was excited, and even closed his eyes and sprayed.

It made the elite special forces bodyguards speechless at the beginning, and sometimes they were so scared that they could avoid it, thinking that the boss was crazy and was about to rush to himself.

Only Roosevelt smiled and said nothing.

Because the result is...

Abel's blind Jiba almost hit the gun with his gun. Sometimes, he held a submachine gun with extremely poor hits, and shot into the sky with his eyes closed, and even got a bunch of birds.

Sometimes, when holding a pistol with a short range, on a whim, a hound would run over excitedly, and take out a hare that was shot and killed by one, and can no longer die from the seemingly unparalleled grass.

Sometimes, he was holding a rifle and crossing several thousand meters. When the weather was bad, it would snow and the wind speed was bad. Many former elite special forces present, or Peterck, who had good marksmanship, could not hit it.

He raised it and shot it casually.

Bang!

A elk about 2,000 meters away fell down.

Anyway, strange myself.

At the end of the game, even the four women who were not interested in hunting were not interested in him, looked at him differently.

They didn't expect it.

This super tycoon in the urban steel jungle, a super investment expert who makes money as simple as breathing, is actually a magical sharpshooter.

If this kind of marksmanship is used to serve in the army, it will be great?!

Even Peterck suggested.

"My dear friend Abel, your shooting skills are amazing. I think you can go to the Olympics. In this way, you can kill a brown bear and go to the Olympics. You can play whatever you want..."

This was when he saw Abel even use the pistol with the least lethality, directly killing a brown bear lurking in the grass, suddenly burst into pieces, and he couldn't help but sigh and suggest.

Abel also looked at the huge monster lying on the ground bleeding.

The scientific name of this brown bear is the North American Grizzly. It is one of the subspecies of brown bears. It has a large and round head, a strong body, and a bulging shoulder.

They can weigh more than 320 kilograms, their length can be more than 2.8 meters long, their height can be more than three meters when they stand up, and they can be more than 30 cm in size for a slap.

If they go crazy, unless they hit the nail on the head, they will not be able to easily kill it even with a rifle or a hunting rifle.

But just now, it lurked in the grass and suddenly burst out, scaring everyone. Before everyone could react, Abel took out his pistol from his pocket, and the sound of a bang.

This terrifying giant fell down for no reason.

Roosevelt checked.

The grizzly bear was shot in its left eye socket, where it was bleeding now, and a white liquid was flowing out - its brain.

He walked over and said to the speechless Abel and the shocked people: "The boss's shot just now was a very powerful pistol, but it happened to hit its eyes. The bullet penetrated into its head. The high temperature and kinetic energy directly destroyed its brain completely. It hung up, and it could not die any more."

Abel nodded.

He turned his head to look at everyone, shrugged, "Everyone saw it. I was defending myself just now. It wasn't that I wanted to kill this bear. By the way, it shouldn't be a protective animal, right?"

"It doesn't matter! Even if it is a protective animal, it is the only one without harming people. On the premise that it is possible to harm people, federal law will give us the right to protect ourselves!" Peterck said with a smile.

"That's good! I don't want to be a part of this."

Abel said to everyone with a smile.

Facing the behemoth on the ground, Scarlett Johnson, who was still in fear, came up and said, "Dear! It's so terrifying. If it weren't for you just now, we might have been injured. Such a big guy is not that easy to deal with! Your marksmanship is really amazing!"

"Haha! You are a black widow, are you afraid of a mere little bear?"

Abel laughed, took advantage of the opportunity to hug her, and whispered in her ear: "Of course my marksmanship is good. Haven't you tried it? Last night, the night before yesterday, the night before yesterday!"

Scarlett Johnson glared at him with a red face and whispered in his ear: "Then you are here to shoot me to death! You are a sneer!"

After whispering in a low voice, Scarlett Johnson corrected his face and made a suggestion like Peterck: "I think Mr. Peterck is right. If you are willing, you can really participate in the Olympics! With such a marksman, there must be no big problem to win the gold medal!"

After two people said this in a row, Abel was really moved.

Because only he understands what his marksmanship is.
Chapter completed!