It was already three or four o'clock in the afternoon. Tom turned over and was about to climb down from the coffin, but he saw that the coffin was suspended in the air about 1.5 meters above the ground.
Including the coffin, which is 60 to 70 centimeters thick, Tom would have to tip over from a height of more than two meters before landing.
"Johnny, come here and give me a hand. Why do you hold the coffin so high?"
Johnny, who was standing not far away, half-loading the gun and still pulling on the bolt, had long been stunned by Tom's "deceitful corpse", and his soul wandered nine days away.
Johnny's soul was pulled back from space by Tom's familiar call. He controlled his body, shook his head, and slowly walked to Tom's side.
At this time, Tom had his legs draped outside the coffin, looking a little annoyed at Johnny who seemed to be demented.
"Hurry up! You're making trouble."
"Yes Yes Yes!"
Johnny hurriedly ran to Tom and hugged Tom down like a princess.
"Don't let me go, just carry me to those gay guys."
"Yes Yes Yes!"
In this way, Johnny, a nearly seven-foot strong man, held the "petite and cute" six-foot handsome Tom in his arms, and walked lovingly to Mr. Yang and John.
After walking to the center of the encirclement, Tom broke away from Johnny and looked at the handsome Adams in front of him.
Johnny watched Tom jump out of his arms and grabbed his hands.
To share, to spread out...
Let’s live together again, open up again…
Before Tom could say anything, Johnny poked Tom in the back again. This tough guy didn't even cry when his parents died of hard labor in Bavaria a few years ago.
After confirming that Tom was really alive, the tear glands that had been stagnant for nearly ten years were activated again.
"Brother Tom!"
Previously, the core members of the Smith family, a group of tough guys, tried their best to maintain the image of a German man at Tom's funeral.
There was no crying or sadness. Although the words revealed grief and anger, it did not defeat their tear ducts.
But Tom, in this deadly situation of being ambushed from all sides, was like a Jesus-like rebirth, and finally succeeded in overcoming everyone's tear ducts.
A group of strong German men, led by Johnny, began to shout Tom's American or German name, and howled loudly.
"They are just a bunch of trash, they are just reborn. I am a good person who was reincarnated by Jesus. Isn't it normal to be reborn?"
"The train is nothing but my cross."
"I, Tom Smith, will definitely lead you to glory like a god."
Tom felt that this situation could not be wasted, so he turned around, opened his arms, and showed off his handsome figure like Jesus was reborn in the miracle.
Seeing that everyone around him was almost moved (xi), Tom turned around again, straightened out his slightly shabby cheap suit, and looked at Adams and other Yang guys.
"I have long admired your name, Mr. Adams."
Tom took the initiative to extend his right hand to shake hands with Adams, and Adams pretended to be calm and extended his right hand in response to Tom.
Adams was shocked by Tom's "rebirth" and slowly adjusted his mentality. Although Adams was a Catholic, he did not believe in any miracle of rebirth.
Adams looked at Tom's cheap clothes and instantly understood that the person who died in the train bombing was just a stand-in.
"I sincerely thank you Yang guys for acquiring Smith Company. Thank you very much."
"Ah? Thank us?"
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even know there are so many tfbs in my company."
"tfb?"
"Two five boys."
"What does Erwuzi mean?"
Adams, who was confused by Tom's words, decided not to follow Tom's lead.
The most important thing about negotiation is not to get stuck in your opponent's rhythm.
Adams decided to seize the initiative.
"Mr. Tom Smith, I believe you are not an impulsive and ignorant barbarian. You should also understand your current situation, right?"
"Back then, you could use the substitute Golden Cicada to escape from your shell, but now you can't, right?"
"Are you looking around?"
Tom looked around and saw that the Yankee soldiers were getting closer and closer, and they were already within a mile of the funeral center.
"There are so many people, maybe thousands of people?"
"That's right, there are thousands of people."
"One-third of your total force? One-third coming here, one-third taking over Smith factories in various places, and one-third hiding in secret and adapting to changes?"
"Did you say that..."
That's right, before he finished saying this phrase, Adams's expression began to show a trace of fear.
How much does Tom, a man who came back from the dead, know?
"Not only these, but counting the two or five young people who have defected to you, now in the entire Texas, you have almost 7,000 people who have jumped to your gay side."
"Thirty-seven hundred are soldiers, and thirty-five hundred are managers from various parts of the Smith Factory area."
"Am I right? The noble blue-blood nobleman Mr. Samuel Adams, one of the candidates for the head of the Adams family?"
"Your family really has high hopes for you. It's a pity that they named you after Samuel Adams, the founding father of the United States."
Every time Tom said a word, Adams's face darkened.
All Adams' trump cards were revealed by Tom.
"Mr. Smith, is it possible to change the current situation by saying so much?"
"These thousands of soldiers will not stop because of my death."
"Many members of the Yankee family, even my brothers and sisters, wanted me killed in Texas."
Samuel Adams is indeed the most powerful contender among the Addams Family to be the next helmsman of the Addams Family.
Adams quickly analyzed the situation and found out that Tom's life and death, and even his own life and death, would not affect the current situation at all.
"Have you ever thought about why I chose this place as my cemetery? To hold my funeral here?"
"That's not true..."
"Please also take a look around here. This flat field has no obstruction to the view. It is the most suitable place to offer you a big gift."
"What did you say? Mr. Smith, what kind of gift?"
Tom walked behind Adams and forced Adams into his original seat.
"Mr. Adams, you have been in Texas for so long and you still took the initiative to attend my funeral."
"As the host, I haven't given you any thank you gifts yet."
"Are you looking forward to the gift I give you?"
Tom stood behind Adams, pressed his hands firmly on Adams' shoulders, leaned over, and whispered softly into Adams' ear.
"Pop!"
Tom straightened his back again, clapped his hands twice, and several bodyguards who had been protecting Tom closely before walked around the funeral site.
These strong bodyguards quickly propped up the special soundproof panels that had been placed on the ground but were covered with cloth. They used scaffolding to support these three-meter-high baffles.
"Mr. Smith, what's the use of these baffles? It's impossible to withstand thousands of people..."
"Shh..."
Tom stretched out a finger and put it in front of his mouth, making a silent gesture.
"Boom!"
Even through the three-meter-high sound insulation board, the guests present heard the explosions all around.
After about thirty or forty seconds, the explosion stopped.
Thanks to the sound insulation of the baffle, otherwise the explosion would have shocked Tom's two cute little nieces.
"Pop!"
"Gah bang~"
"Boom!"
Tom clapped his hands twice more, dozens of bodyguards triggered the mechanism of the scaffolding, and dozens of baffles fell down in response.
Outside the barrier, thousands of Yang guys were blown to pieces by landmines that had been planted in advance.
There were thousands of corpses, and even a complete body could not be pieced together.
Tom turned around, spread his hands, and looked at Adams with a kind expression.