Chapter 49: For the memorial of that day

Denver is a city with animal husbandry and slaughter as its main economic pillars. At least, oil was found here before. So, when you see those fat cattle and sheep raised, Charlotte always smiles and says to people: This is another good year. Do it well and raise a few more next year, so that you will make more money.

And his own slaughterhouse slaughtered dozens or hundreds of cows every day. In the slaughterhouse, the cattle and sheep were really lambs to be slaughtered, and they were allowed to be disposed of by his subordinates at will, bound, kill, peel, chop bones, and cut flesh at will... But Charlotte never thought that one day he would be panicked because there were too many cows, and never thought that he would be attacked by cows one day... However, today, these situations that he had never thought about before and never thought that he would encounter.

"There are 'mooing' everywhere, just in the forage warehouse. Yes, hundreds of cows suddenly rushed out of those forage warehouses..." At the questioning meeting of the city council in Denver City soon, a citizen who was a witness described it. It must be mentioned that the testified citizen was pushed through the buttocks by a crazy bull during the mad bull riot on the ranch. If the two sharp knives that were originally tied to the horn of the bull were stabbed into the stomach of another citizen, and because he touched his spine, he would probably not be his butt... Because the knife tied to the horn would stretch longer and contact his body faster, he would not be hit by the horns by the horns after being hit by the person around him, but would be a more important part: the back waist.

"Why is it a forage warehouse? Haven't you all checked it? Why didn't you find so many cows hidden in the forage warehouse?" A member of the parliament asked at the time.

"The forage warehouse is full. It looks like it's all full of grass outside, especially at the door, and we can't get in... We didn't expect there would be cows inside."

"Didn't you think that there might be Chinese people hidden there?"

"I thought about it, but at that time someone discovered something more valuable."

"You mean Councilman Angelo, and Judge Kerr?"

"Yes, that's those two bastards!"

“Hybrid?”

"They knew that the Chinese had set up traps, but they didn't say a word and just rode on their own horses!"

"But they said they told those who rescued them. But you relied on the large number of people at that time and did not believe that the Chinese had the ability to attack you, nor did you believe that there were any traps that could deal with thousands of people. Member Angelo also said that he was surrounded by many people, and these people were only concerned about asking for compensation from him, and he finally got rid of it."

"Nonsense, they're farting. They're not saying anything at all."

"Okay, let's not talk about this issue for now... When you checked the forage warehouse, you didn't hear any 'moo' sound?"

"No, all the cows wear bridles."

"But you just said that there were 'mooing' everywhere."

"Yes."

"But you also said that those cows are wearing bridles!"

"It should be, otherwise why didn't we hear the cattle scream?"

The questioning will enter a difficult problem here. But that is only a matter of the future, and it is only a small matter. Charlotte could not have imagined that far away. He only knew that after a loud bang, those bulls covered with cloth on their eyes, sharp knives tied to their horns, fur covered with fire, and stenched out bursts of stench rushed out like crazy. Anyone who was close would be immediately overturned...

Tragedy!

What appeared before him was a tragedy that he had never thought of at all.

Being overturned, trampled by cows, pierced, knocked away, burned by fire... It was too close. In just a moment, the citizens who rushed into the ranch were drowned by the group of mad cows, and screams came one after another. Some people couldn't help but open fire, but this was useless. The gun hit the body, which made the cows even more crazy. Some mad cows even rushed towards the direction of the gunfire... Charlotte saw a young citizen with his own eyes. He had only had time to shoot a shot, and was pushed through the stomach by a mad cow with huge sharp horns. After making a shrill scream, he was thrown aside by the mad cow and was trampled by several mad cows in an instant... Charlotte even seemed to hear a clear "click"!

run!

This is Charlotte's only thought at the moment.

Only run.

Although he was at the outermost periphery, the crazy cattle ran too fast and there was nothing in the ranch that could stop them... The house directly broke out of a big hole; the man either flew, stepped directly under his feet, or simply hung on the corner; the car, knocked over; the horse... Charlotte saw with his own eyes a tall horse that had not reacted and was hit by a mad cow and flew twenty yards. The horse's belly was cracked into a big hole, and the man on the horse... didn't say a word, and he never got up again after falling to the ground.

So, he had to run and didn't dare to stop. And he was also lucky. Although his horse was snatched away by Angelo, he had subordinates around him. These cowboys finally knew the importance of his boss, and hurriedly pulled him on the horse before turning around and running. Spring was the same... Behind them, there was only a scattered howl, and a burnt pasture, and the heart-warming one:

“Moo…”

"I really don't know what the mayor wants to do? Those Chinese people have already told him in the letter that they have set up a large number of traps in Angelo Ranch, which can still cause death, but he has concealed these and will not tell everyone..."

Charlotte was running away in the hope of escaping from the mad bulls, but he didn't know that at this time, the owner of the Horseshoe Inn who handed Guo Jinzhang's letter to him was secretly talking about him behind his back.

"So what? These guys are going to kill people, so they don't care about death."

There are not many guests in the hotel, and there are only three or five people drinking in the bar. These people are all regular customers of Evernon... No one who is unfamiliar with them is willing to come here.

"But those Chinese are not easy to mess with. You all live nearby and should know what happened that day... those Chinese have explosives, guns, and cruel means!" Evernon continued.

"That's right, those Chinese can go one to ten, and those militia are not their opponents at all." Paul said while serving the guests.

"Ha, I know, you were arrested by those people and almost got beaten into honeycombs by the militia, so that's why you said that, right?" the owner of a nearby bakery made fun of him.

"Colson, don't think I just want to vent something. If you encounter such a scene on one day, you will be the same as us." Evernon was not in a good mood. But he just sent a letter and was found out by the mayor. He almost even found out about tax evasion. That's not all, when the militia left, they asked him to clean up all the bodies of Chinese workers... That's right, this was also what the two Chinese ordered last night, and they also paid advance payments, but the mayor

I don't know, since this is the case, do you have to pay some remuneration the same way? If you don't pay, why should he help? These are all done by the Chinese... But he didn't dare to protest to those militias, so he could only hire a few carriages and a few people to clean up everything. However, in his heart, he adjusted the mayor's moral level to the Chinese workers... He didn't even know that he needed to pay for his work. Such a guy was actually the mayor?

"But I have never encountered it after all." Colson smiled, "If it weren't for my age and I couldn't ride a horse, I would have been unable to compete with those young people. I would have appeared in the army that wiped out the Chinese... I would have had enough of them."

"But the bread you sell to them is at least twice as expensive than selling to others." Susan snorted coldly at the bar.

"Who told them to be yellow people?" Colson shrugged. "I'm already very kind to be able to sell them."

"Then you have to be careful, those Chinese may come to you for revenge." Paul said.

"Then I'm worried that I can't compete with the young people and can't make three hundred dollars. If they are willing to come here, that's just right!" Colson smiled indifferently.

"I hope you can keep this attitude when you meet them." Susan sneered.

"Hey, don't mention these useless things, Evernon, why did you transfer any letters for those Chinese? They came to you last night? Then why didn't you arrest them directly? That's hundreds of dollars, are you willing to give up?" Stoke, the owner of the sausage shop, asked again.

"Idiot, I don't want to lose my life for hundreds of dollars." Evernon muttered.

"Well, I know you're a coward, what did they say in the letter? He actually made you lie to the mayor and say you can't read?" Stoke asked again.

"This...I need to keep it secret." Evernon changed into a embarrassed look.

"What are you afraid of? Can you still believe us?" A raging flame burned in Stoke's eyes. If Guo Jinzhang was here, he would definitely know that this is the legendary "Gossip Fire"!

"If you tell me, I can make an exception today to drink one more drink." Colson also said.

"I'll have one more drink, too."

"Paul, give me another whiskey!"

Others were obviously very curious, and said they could spend more money on this news. However, in their eyes, Evernon, who always likes to get a small advantage, did not let go. After thinking seriously for a few minutes, he proposed a new condition:

"Not enough. At least each person brings another bottle!"

"A bottle? This is too expensive," Stoke shouted.

"That's it, I think it's too cheap." Evernon said disdainfully.

"A bottle is cheap? What exactly is the content in the letter?" Colson asked.

"Then do you buy wine?" Evernon asked again.

"Okay, okay, one bottle is one bottle, I'm not as stingy as you." Colson said.

"Two steaks per person?" Evernon said again.

"What?"

"You need two more steaks? You're too much!"

"Do you old guy say it?"

"Forget it if you don't say it, Paul, don't have to get the wine, I don't want it."

The guests were a little angry and said they wanted to "return the goods".

"Okay OK, don't have steak anymore, just wine...but you have to pay first."
Chapter completed!