Spark

On April 10, 2014, there were still 24 hours left before the launch of the Falcon-9 rocket and the US Artemis orbiting the moon probe.

Wyoming, Tyson Group headquarters.

Munster, the person in charge of the Yellowstone Farm project, was sitting in his office, watching the reports on TV with great interest.

In the report, the hostess was standing on the periphery of the launch site, pointing in the direction of the rocket, and introducing the progress of the launch in terms that showed her professionalism as much as possible.

...the Falcon-9 rocket behind me has completed its final fueling, and we can see that the crew is disconnecting the rocket from the fuel storage tank. They look very small--especially when they stand While on board this gigantic rocket.

According to the data provided by SpaceX, this rocket needs to be filled with 10 million pounds of liquid oxygen methane fuel, which is a huge number.

If converted into gasoline, this is enough for nearly 10,000 family cars to run for a year.

Listening to the reporter's statement, Munster shook his head dismissively, turned around slightly, and said to the assistant waiting on the side:

The current host is getting more and more brainless. Convert liquid oxygen methane fuel to gasoline? Maybe she didn't go to college at all.

But that's what journalists are like, isn't it?

Exaggeration, distortion, alteration... The matter between us and Yellowstone Farm has also been hyped into what we don't want to see.

It was just a simple business dispute.

Hearing his words, the assistant shook his head helplessly.

Commercial dispute?

If it is really just a commercial dispute, it will not develop to the extent that one party uses the National Guard and the other seeks help from the LMS.

In essence, it was the problem with the handling strategy of this incident from the very beginning.

In fact, Munster doesn't need to worry about the benefits of the terms at all. If he can get the farm, will the follow-up benefits be less?

It's a pity that he didn't, he just wanted to squeeze the entire Dutton family dry.

Now it's all right, the originally smooth plan was messed up, and even got involved in the forces of the Huaxia people.

It is impossible to end well, the only thing we can do is to continue the tough strategy to the end

What kind of business is this?

If I knew this was the case, when the first conflict occurred, it would be better to directly create one or two assaults on the police and take them out of the pot.

——

Of course, it was impossible for him to say such a thing in front of Munster, so he just replied:

The essence is indeed a commercial dispute, but on the surface, the tactics used by both parties are too radical.

Especially after we deliberately created conflicts, John Dutton has completely awakened. He will not stop, but will hope to make the conflicts bigger.

After all, now that LMS is standing for him, he is no longer afraid of our power.

Munster frowned, poohed his mouth, and spoke after a few seconds of silence:

We can only blame our soldiers for being too light-handed. In fact, I said at the beginning that as long as there is a reasonable reason, even if they are all killed, they can be handled properly.

But the people we sent actually softened their hearts. Obviously we have created such a perfect murder scene, and even waited until Dutton and his son entered the trap, but they didn't shoot, but sent them to the police station.

I cannot comprehend their kindness—or, your kindness?

The threat in Munster's words was obvious, and the assistant quickly denied:

I'm not going to give them a chance.

The fact that they were able to survive was entirely due to John Dutton's prudence.

He took off his gun the first time, didn't give us a chance at all - and the police station near Yellowstone, you know, they are all their people, once we go in, there is nothing we can do .”

So you mean, it was an accident?

Munster stared at the assistant sharply, as if trying to find a trace of lying from him.

It was indeed an accident.

What about the other time? Is it an accident that Keith Dalton broke into a private house?

.That's not an accident. The trap was perfect, but what's terrible is that his combat skills are stronger than those we sent.

A retired marine with better combat skills than an active police officer?

It's a SEAL.

The assistant corrected.

Munster fell silent for a while, while the hostess was still chattering on TV.

.The Artemis lunar exploration device will orbit the moon for several weeks and land at the predetermined location on the far side of the moon. There, it will use the most advanced telecommunication technology to contact the earth.

In addition, the equipment carried by Artemis will be automatically deployed and built to build the first lunar camp in human history.

In the follow-up, Artemis II will carry three astronauts to the moon, where they will complete a six-week scientific mission.

Munster glanced at the picture on the TV, and then looked away again.

No matter what, we must not allow John Dutton to take back Yellowstone.

We have become extremely passive legally, and if we want to regain control, we must solve his biggest problem.

Use special means - anyway, in previous conflicts, we have not used it before.

Hearing this, the assistant's eyes became a little hesitant.

Yes, in the several conflicts between Tyson and Yellowstone, they did use a lot of violence and caused casualties.

But in any case, those conflicts are supported by a reasonable reason.

Boundary conflicts, provocations, quarrels, competition for women... In that wilderness, although these reasons seemed absurd, they were barely tenable.

But now, judging by what Munster meant, he seemed to be planning to tear off the last fig leaf and grab it directly.

Is this really possible?

Once handled improperly, it may even lead to the complete collapse of the entire global strategy.

So, he opened his mouth to persuade:

Maybe we don't need to be that anxious.

Although we are already at a disadvantage legally, how long can we continue to delay? Maybe John Dutton will die of old age in a few years.

We have no time to waste.

Munster said firmly.

Project Artemis is a signal -- a signal that SpaceX, or what I prefer to call 'Musk's Legion', is starting to march forward.

You also know that he has just established a brand new digital agriculture company --- Star Farmer.

They've grown so fast that they've reached Wyoming.

I'm skeptical that if they had another iconic win with the Artemis project, they'd be able to take over a lot of resources in Wyoming very quickly.

You know, the state government has no credibility at all, they only look at the interests.

So, what we have to do is to swallow the benefits that are on our lips as soon as possible.

This is a big time when sharks in the water are scrambling for food. How can we hesitate at a time like this?

The assistant chief sighed.

He had to admit that Munster's judgment was correct.

Star Farmer has only been established for a few months, but its development momentum is extremely rapid.

It is conceivable that in the future, it will definitely be the biggest opponent of the Tyson Group.

It is right to swallow as much food as possible.

But after he sorted out the connection between these things, he always felt a little ironic.

John Dutton.

A cattle farmer.

His final fate was decided by a rocket ship far away in Florida that was about to fly to the moon.

Yellowstone Farm.

Panting, John Dutton sat down on the lush grass, in front of him was an adult bull with four hooves bound.

He had a tired but satisfied smile on his face, and standing behind him were security personnel from the LMS, wearing military-style body armor and carrying heavy shotguns.

His son Keith stood beside him relaxedly, biting the grass root in his mouth, and HK-416 was hanging loosely behind him. Obviously, compared with the tension two months ago, they have completely got rid of the tension from Tyson now. threat of force.

Of course, this does not mean that they are completely safe. Does harassment and provocation still happen? Even his grandson was once threatened.

But at least it's been a long time since a direct firefight took place.

This made him understand a truth:

Sometimes, you don't need to actually fire if you want to stop your enemy, just have enough firepower.

And it just so happens that LWM has such firepower.

In a small chat, the captain in charge of security revealed inadvertently that they could even get gunship helicopters.

Although it is only a retired model of the military, it is definitely not an existence that can be challenged by the light firepower that Tyson can dispatch.

Therefore, his life is very leisurely.

Of course, such leisure comes at a price -- namely, the deal with the 555Fulton.

He has promised the other party that after taking back the Yellowstone Farm, he will share the right to manage the farm with the other party and respect the other party's decisions on land use and industrial development.

Even such a decision may subvert the traditional way of operating the farm.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

——

Well, times are always changing, at least, in 555Fulton's plan, cattle still have to graze.

That's enough, isn't it?

He looked at Case on the side, and said:

You participated in the whole negotiation with 555Fulton. I think that after an agreement is reached, the follow-up management work can be entrusted to you.

Hearing his words, Case couldn't help frowning.

Dad, you know, I'm not good at business stuff.

It doesn't require you to be good at it.

John interrupted him indisputably, and went on:

I just hope to have a trustworthy son to watch over my farm, instead of completely falling to our enemies like Wes did.

.He just had to.

Case's tone was a little low.

For his elder brother, he actually didn't have the resentment that his father thought.

He knew that Weiss had indeed made a big mistake, but this mistake was not his intention.

In a sense, he is also trying to protect the family, the family members in the family.

It's just that the way he chose, in John's view, was a little weak.

I have to? Maybe.

But at least it proves that his vision is not as good as yours, right?

He failed to see through the enemy's tricks, and that was enough for me to make a decision.

Okay. But I think he should take his share.

Of course, there's nothing to say about it. In any case, you are all my sons.

John replied casually.

After such a long period of ups and downs and dangers, his mentality has already changed.

He doesn't want to be a hero anymore, he just hopes to spend his old age in peace and stability within his own principles.

The radio on the side is playing the latest news. The hostess is interviewing the president of SpaceX. They are talking about landing on the moon, about heavy rockets, and everything about going into space. John doesn’t really understand the meaning of those contents, he just thinks it’s interesting .

.Decades later, are we finally going to the moon again?

It sounds like a reincarnation. You know, I went through that era too, and I saw Armstrong go to the moon with my own eyes.

I didn't expect that this kind of thing would happen again when I was old.

You are very lucky—maybe this moon landing will be different from what you have experienced?

Maybe, but I can't think of a difference.

Case flipped the insurance of HK416 thoughtfully, and after a moment of pondering, he said:

They're going to build a base on the moon to harvest the nuclear fuel on it, helium-3, that's how the word is pronounced.

In short, it's still related to nuclear fusion.

Sometimes, I think these things are somehow connected, as if the fate of our farm is actually connected to nuclear fusion.

This mission to the moon may have something to do with us sooner or later.

How can this be?

John couldn't help laughing.

We're just farmers. Could it be that they're going to send us to the moon to graze cattle?

There was also a smile on Case's face, and he was about to say a few jokes along with it, but the next second, his pupils suddenly shrank.

He watched helplessly as a flower of blood bloomed on John Dutton's body.

The latter seemed unconscious, he just staggered back two steps, then looked down at his chest in doubt.

No blood flowed there.

The place where the blood flowed out was in the abdomen.

The gunshot didn't reach his ears until this time, and the security personnel on the side reacted faster than Case, and threw the two of them down.

Then, violent gunshots rang out.

No one knew the exact location of the attackers, they just wanted to cover John and Case to leave with the help of gunfire.

Case threw himself on top of John, blocking the direction of the ballistic with his body.

Not far away, more security personnel were coming, but John's eyes were wide open.

He looked straight up at the sky.

There, a ball of fire is slowly rising.

And the direction that the firelight is pointing to is that extremely bright moon.

Amidst the chaotic gunfire, a female voice on the radio could be faintly heard.

.Artemis is flying towards the moon. In a few minutes, it will leave the atmosphere and enter the earth's orbit

John closed his eyes slightly, and said with difficulty:

Go fuck the moon.

His head was tilted on the grass, and the blood on the ground did not reflect the moon.