America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

Two o'clock in the morning.

The Montana wilderness was utterly silent.

There were no insects chirping, no birds singing, and even the wind seemed to have stopped to hold its breath.

The living room of the cabin was pitch black.

Chen An sat on the single sofa, with the old laptop connected to the webcam in front of him, the screen brightness turned down to the lowest setting.

Sarah curled up on the carpet at his feet, clutching the double-barreled shotgun tightly in her hands. Her body trembled slightly, but her eyes were unusually clear.

On the screen, four furtive shadowy figures appeared at the outer fence of the farm.

Instead of using the main entrance, they used tools to cut the barbed wire fence around the bushes behind the gate.

They acted swiftly and cooperated seamlessly, clearly not the kind of street thugs who just shout.

"They're here," Chen An said in a low voice.

Sarah tightened her grip on the gun: "Four?"

"Yes. There are two more waiting on the highway; the car is still running."

Chen An glanced at the surveillance footage from another angle. "That Smith thinks highly of me."

The surveillance footage showed that the four people were divided into two groups.

Two people approached the red barn and greenhouse, carrying portable oil drums; they were going to set it on fire.

Another group of two, carrying pistols with long silencers, crouched low and approached the main house; they were there to kill someone.

"Ann...they're going to burn down the greenhouse!" Sarah cried out anxiously; it was their only hope for a better future.

"Don't rush."

Chen An pressed down on her shoulder. "The best defense is offense. And they forgot one thing."

He pointed to a shadowy patch in the corner of the screen.

That's Zeus.

This Caucasian Shepherd, which was almost demonically intelligent, did not bark like an ordinary guard dog.

It lurked in the shadow of the haystack beside the barn, like a gray rock, motionless.

Until the assassin carrying the oil drum approached without noticing...

On the screen, the dark figure suddenly sprang up from the haystack.

It's like a heavy truck hitting a pedestrian.

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream instantly ripped through the silent night sky.

Even without monitoring the audio, Chen An could imagine the despair of the assassin having his throat choked by an eighty-pound beast.

"Bang bang bang!"

The assassin's companion fired a few shots in a panic, but Zeus had already pounced on his prey and rolled into a dark corner.

The gunshot was the starting gun.

"Let's do it."

Chen An suddenly stood up and pulled open the curtains.

At the same time, he pressed the newly installed "one-click start" button on his phone.

"Boom!"

That was the sound of the greenhouse generator and several high-powered searchlights installed under the eaves starting up simultaneously.

The once pitch-black courtyard was instantly shattered by several bright beams of light.

The two assassins who had reached the window of the main house were blinded by the bright light and instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes.

In that fraction of a second.

Chen An pushed open the second-floor window, and the M1911 in his hand spewed flames.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two dull but powerful gunshots rang out.

.45 caliber bullets have terrifying lethality at close range.

A cloud of blood mist burst from the shoulder of the assassin on the left, and he flew backward as if he had been hit by a giant iron hammer, crashing heavily down the steps.

The other reacted extremely quickly, rolling to the back of the pickup truck and firing a burst of bullets at the second-floor window.

"Jingle bells!"

Bullets struck the window frames and the log walls, sending wood chips flying.

"Sarah! Guard the stairwell! Shoot anyone who comes up!"

Chen An roared and rushed out of the bedroom, crouching low, without going downstairs.

Instead, he climbed onto the roof using the ladder he had left behind when he was repairing the roof.

This position offers a commanding view.

The assassin hiding behind the pickup truck thought Chen An was still behind the window and was sticking his head out to change his magazine.

He didn't know that death was already standing on his head.

Chen An knelt on the asphalt-tiled roof, holding a gun with both hands, his breathing eerily steady.

"Good night."

The trigger was pulled.

The bullet pierced the assassin's unprotected nape with pinpoint accuracy.

Having dealt with the threat here, Chen An quickly turned his gun towards the granary.

The situation over there is even more chaotic.

Although Zeus was brave and managed to bite one of them to death, the other side did have a gun.

Another guy with an oil drum had already poured gasoline on the greenhouse's exterior wall.

He pulled out a lighter and started firing wildly into the darkness to force Zeus back.

"Trying to burn my money?"

Chen An's eyes sharpened.

The distance is too far; the pistol isn't accurate enough.

He quickly pulled the spare lever rifle from behind his back; it was an old-fashioned Winchester M1894 that Uncle George used to hunt deer.

Although there was only one bullet in the chamber.

But he only has one chance.

Chen An held his breath, his aim fixed on the figure about to throw the lighter.

"Bang!"

Gunshots echoed through the night sky.

The assassin's wrist was instantly broken, and the lighter fell to the ground, but fortunately, it landed on the side without gasoline.

"Damn it... retreat! retreat!"

The only remaining assassin with a severed wrist and the guy with a bullet wound in his shoulder were no longer concerned with the mission.

This is not a simple "elimination of farmers" at all; this is falling into a special forces ambush!

They dragged their companion, who had been bitten half to death by Zeus, and scrambled towards the road.

Chen An did not pursue.

He stood on the rooftop, coldly watching the stray dogs scramble into the waiting car and flee in a sorry state.

Do not pursue a desperate enemy.

Moreover, he wanted to keep these few people alive.

A living witness is the best proof that Smith will be sent to hell.

"An! An! Are you alright?!"

Sarah's anxious shouts came from downstairs.

She rushed out of the house, still holding her hunting rifle, tears welling up in her eyes.

Chen An slid down the ladder, and before he could even stand up, Sarah pounced on him and threw him into her arms.

"You scared me to death... I thought you'd been shot..."

"I'm fine."

Chen An held her with one arm, feeling her rapid heartbeat, while his other hand still gripped the hot gun barrel.

"Zeus!" he whistled.

The huge Caucasian Shepherd Dog came running out of the darkness, its mouth covered in blood—the blood of its enemies.

It had a few scratches on its body, but it was in high spirits, wagging its tail like a fan.

"Good dog." Chen An squatted down and rubbed its big head.

Just then, the belated sound of police sirens came from afar.

Chen An glanced at his watch. It was 2:30 a.m.

"Reynolds didn't arrive too late this time."

Chen An put the gun away and looked at Sarah. "Listen, when the police come, just say you were too scared and hid in the closet the whole time."

"I drove them all away. I fired all the shots. Understand?"

This is a form of protection.

The reputation of murder and assault is a deterrent for a man like him, but for Sarah, it's trouble.

Sarah nodded with tears in her eyes, her gaze towards Chen An filled with intense love.