The middle-aged man at the door was a white man, with short and hard khaki beards, scattered temperament and sloppy, but he obviously had certain power, at least for these dogs.

Before Feimas could understand, several young men rushed in and pushed many cages out of the room. For a moment, the sound of wheels and the barking of dogs came one after another.

One of the men walked towards it. It was about to avoid it, but its body touched the cold iron railing. It was not until then that it realized that it was also locked in an iron cage, no different from other dogs.

"What are you going to do?" it shouted, "Let me out! Let me out!"

It is a dog, but it also thinks that it is not just a dog and cannot be treated so roughly.

However, these people couldn't understand what it said at all. In their ears, it was no different from the dogs around them who barked because of anxiety. The young man who was pushing it even scolded: "Shut up your dog's mouth! What a blind man! I thought he was going to kill you? What a fool!"

After a while, several rows of cages were pushed to the open space outdoors, and each cage was kept with a German shepherd. Feimas' cage was in the middle. It turned around and soon discovered something strange - there were about twenty German shepherds here, with similar sizes and ages, without exception, all of them were males, and none of them were females.

Is this a coincidence?

And what happened to the middle-aged man who just called for a substitute?

"That's all? They're all here?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Yes, boss, are all here," replied one of the men. "These dogs we bought from local and neighboring states as you request."

"Yes, OK." The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction.

Maybe he was a little upset by the barking of the dog. He held the whip tightly and threw a whip, slashing it out, slashing a shallow dent on the ground. The sharp sound and huge power made all the dogs present silent.

"Tell you," he raised his whip and pointed at a big tree with lush branches and leaves not far away, threatening, "You bastards will be honest in a while. If anyone dares to make trouble, I will hang someone upside down under the tree, whip 20 whips, and then peel you."

His expression was fierce and serious when he spoke. Even if other dogs couldn't understand his words, at least he could feel his murderous aura in his tone. Especially when he saw the soil under the tree was brown-red, he knew that he was definitely not threatening to speak empty words.

Before he finished speaking, a weird-looking pure black coupe drove from a distance. The speed was not fast, and a large amount of dust rose up at the rear of the car, as if a small sandstorm was scraped.

Feimas is used to seeing Hyundai's compact body, streamlined body and low and stable center of gravity, and feels that this classic car driving on bumpy roads may fall apart at any time.

The coupe stopped and after the dust was gone, a man in a full suit and round-framed glasses got out of the car. He had two black mustaches, a bowler hat, a white shirt, and slender fingers. He looked like a decent person who was pampered and dignified.

The arrogant and domineering middle-aged man quickly spit out the tobacco he chewed in his mouth, changed his amiable face, and trotted over and stretched out his hand, "Mr. Charles! I am Roger Leslie, just call me Roger, welcome to my farm."

Charles turned a blind eye to his outstretched hand, took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his glasses.

Roger returned timidly. To cover up his embarrassment, he tried to maintain his smile, his eyes fell on the car that Charles drove, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed: "My God! Mr. Charles, I am foresight, your car is so beautiful, it is Ford's new T-coupe, right? When I went to the city, I saw an advertisement for this car, posted on the wall of the theater, what did the advertisement say... the doctor and his car! So they called it doctor coupe right? This car has also appeared in Chaplin's movies, only doctors, lawyers, successful movie actors and senior executives like you will have such a great car!"

He talked endlessly about compliments, carefully touching the slightly hot hood. The crystal spray paint was smoother than the skin of the most beautiful woman in the countryside, but it was covered with a thin layer of dust due to the broken road in the countryside. He dreamed that such a car would definitely attract a woman who could throw herself into her arms, and it would be no problem to change one a day.

Roger was spinning around the valuable Ford doctor coupe, as if looking at a precious work of art, "Wow! The sturdy all-steel body, the powerful four-cylinder engine, I heard it was revolutionized with batteries and electric ignition inside, and it could start up properly even in the worst weather? It must feel like galloping on the wildest woman, right?"

He splashed his mouth and knew the performance of this car as he knew it, and did not hide his love for it. If he could own such a car, it would be worth it in his life!

Roger's men heard that he was so proud of the car, and curiously came over to watch it. One of them wanted to reach out and touch it, but he punched it and said, "You can touch this car too?"

After cleaning his glasses, Charles turned his head and looked at several rows of dog cages, and said impatiently: "Save your nonsense, I'm here to listen to you praise my car! Are these dogs? Let's finish the work quickly, I'm really fed up with this dirty country!"

"Yes, yes!" Roger introduced enthusiastically and attentively: "Mr. Charles, these dogs are selected based on the photos you sent. Do you think they are all very similar?"

Charles said, "Like? Man, it's not okay to be like. If you just look for a person, you can find 18,000 dogs in the country - our big stars can jump over an 11-foot-9-inch bar, so it can become a star, do you understand?"

Roger was stunned, "11 feet 9 inches? My God, this is too high..."

Charles snorted, "Of course I don't expect the country wild dogs you found to be comparable to our big stars, but at least you have to get closer, right? Otherwise, how can you be its substitute?"

"Close...well, of course, my sir, I believe there must be some of these dogs that can get close to this number." Roger was sweating coldly. He had never seen any dog ​​jump so high.

Roger was lazy and liked to bet on cards, and he was debt-free. He heard that a Hollywood film company was going to find a stand-in for the well-known star dog. He thought it was a good opportunity, so he boldly invited Charles, the senior director of the film company, to his farm.

Before this, he sent his helpers and neighbor's children to give them a reward and asked them to search for German shepherds with similar appearance to the star dog. He found more than twenty of them, but he was really unsure if there was any of them that could jump from about 11 feet high...

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's start!" Charles frowned, looked at his soles with disgust, praying that he did not step on chicken manure or shit.

Roger shouted at his subordinates: "Did you hear it? Start! Start! Take these dogs one by one to Mr. Charles!"

The subordinates rushed up and quickly set up a simple crossbar about 11 feet tall, then opened each cage one by one, pulled out the dogs inside, and asked them to line up to try jumping the crossbar. Anyone who didn't want to jump or didn't jump over it was a kick that was hard by a horse boot inlaid with iron nails. The German shepherds were moaning and tied up their necks by the chains, and they couldn't run away. If anyone dared to show their fangs, Roger would whip hard.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer dogs left, Roger kept wiping his cold sweat. He spent all his last money to acquire these dogs. If all of them were eliminated, he would have to sell the farm and go to the city to beg for a living.

Soon, it was Feimas' turn.

A young man under Roger opened its cage, grabbed its collar and pulled it out.

The cage was extremely narrow. Feimas thought of resisting, but when he saw the double revolver on both sides of Roger's armpits and the cocoons that were ground out from his left and right tiger mouths to practice pulling the gun, he immediately gave up this unrealistic idea - as powerful as Lao Cha of that era, he did not dare to speak lightly without fear of bullets.

Roger is undoubtedly a bastard, but he is probably also a fast gunner, otherwise he would have been beaten to death long ago.

It was pulled to the crossbar, and the young man let go of his hand. Roger pointed to the crossbar and said, "Jump over! Do you understand? You idiot! If you don't want to be kicked in the butt or whipped, you'd better jump over for me!"

During the time when Feimas was with Lao Cha, one of the tips learned was that a hero would not suffer the loss in front of him, and a real man should be able to bend and stretch. Now it has no other way, and if he doesn't jump over, he will definitely suffer.

Charles was stunned at first sight when he saw Feimas. He stroked the short beard on his lips thoughtfully and stared at it up, down, and left and right. This dog looked very similar to his own big star. It was simply carved from the same mold. Its body shape, fur color, and age were all the same, except for the eyes... The dog's eyes were very strange. He had never seen a dog with such eyes. How could he say it was like a human...

Bang!

Seeing it slow and reluctant to jump, Roger whipped a whip on the ground and shouted, "You idiot! What are you waiting for! Jump quickly! If you don't jump, I will kill you!"

Feimas looked up at the crossbar, but did not assist, but just bent his knees slightly and lowered his body, then jumped up like a spring!

This jump seemed to be flying in the clouds. As everyone was shocked to watch, the 11-foot-high crossbar was easily jumped, leaving enough margin, even if the crossbar was a little higher, it would be fine.

Feimas landed steadily, and everyone was silent.
Chapter completed!