Farming Life Starting in Africa

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a short dagger; the blade flashed in the sunlight.

Fu Longsheng knew that this weapon wouldn't do much damage to the crocodile; its scales were thick enough to withstand most light cuts. But he still gripped the hilt tightly; without it, he felt even more uneasy.

Behind him was a lake, and facing crocodiles, he forced himself to calm down and look for a chance to survive.

Just as the man and the crocodile were facing off, Rosen suddenly stood up, his voice filled with obvious surprise: "Uncle Chen? What are you doing here?"

Fu Longsheng simply nodded, without making a sound. At this distance, any sudden movement could provoke the crocodile.

When Rosen saw Fu Longsheng nod, he pretended to take out a pistol from his pocket, but actually took out a loaded Desert Eagle from the capsule space.

He took a quick aim and pulled the trigger, the loud gunshot echoing across the lake.

The gunshot startled the waterbirds in the reeds, and the sound of their wings beating against the water was mostly drowned out by the gunfire.

The crocodile's head was instantly hit by the bullet, as if it had been struck by something. The crocodile's head swayed to the side, and a few broken scales and a bit of slime popped out.

Rosen was immediately surprised. Wasn't the Desert Eagle supposed to be one of the most powerful handguns? How come it didn't even seem to penetrate the defenses of a crocodile's head after firing a shot at it?

The crocodile was immediately enraged. It opened its mouth wide, revealing its jagged, sharp teeth, and prepared to pounce on Fu Longsheng, who was closest to it.

Gunfire continued, and a second bullet struck the side of the crocodile's torso, creating a hole about the size of a thumb. Dark red blood seeped from the wound and quickly spread across the damp ground.

The crocodile let out a deep, harsh roar. Taking advantage of the moment when it was restrained, Fu Longsheng quickly moved a few steps to the side, creating distance.

The crocodile swung its limbs rapidly, rushing towards the lake. Before it plunged into the water, it was hit by two more bullets in the back, and the water stains around the bullet holes quickly turned dark red.

Its body slid into the water, sank a few meters away, and disappeared beneath the surface, leaving only a ring of murky ripples that were slowly spreading.

Rosen lowered his gun, tilted his head to look at Fu Longsheng, and said in a teasing tone, "Uncle Chen, haha, what a coincidence, we meet again!"

Fu Longsheng sheathed his dagger, took a few steps back, and made sure the crocodile didn't surface again. His expression was still somewhat tense, but his tone was much more relaxed: "I just happened to be passing by and thought the scenery was nice, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect..."

Rosen was certain that the wolf king had his eye on him; otherwise, it would have been too much of a coincidence to run into him here. Who knew how long this guy had been lurking here? If it weren't for the crocodile's warning, Rosen might have had his hand discovered right here.

This also reminded Rosen to avoid recklessly taking things out of the capsule space outside. Although there isn't much surveillance in the United States, he could easily get into bigger trouble if he wasn't careful.

Fu Longsheng's suspicions about Rosen deepened. A man who had just arrived in the United States was sitting leisurely by the lake with a Desert Eagle in his hand.

Although gun control in Texas is not strict, hitting an alligator in the head with the first shot from 40 meters away, and then hitting the alligator in the body with several subsequent shots, is no ordinary marksmanship.

"Right? I also think the environment here is nice," Rosen said, pointing behind him. "This whole area is a farm I just bought. See, I wasn't lying to you back then. I'm a farmer."

Fu Longsheng glanced at the waist-high patch of wasteland following his finger, but did not respond.

But in his mind, he was furiously complaining: "You, a farmer, aren't cultivating wasteland, but fishing by the lake? And in such a dangerous place, you almost got fed to the fish too."

"Thank you so much just now. I would have been in danger if it weren't for you!" Fu Longsheng thanked him politely.

"I just found out there are such big crocodiles here. I was thinking of going swimming, but thankfully I didn't bring my swimsuit..."

Rosen was genuinely shaken when he said this. If he had been targeted by a crocodile of that size in the lake, even with the equipment in the capsule, he wouldn't have fared well.

His reaction speed was fast enough, but he wasn't confident he could dodge an attack from a crocodile of that size in shallow water. Yet Fu Longsheng actually did it; that ability was almost supernatural.

Fortunately, Fu Longsheng helped him scout out the minefield, otherwise he would have been the one in trouble.

Rosen thought to himself, no wonder he hadn't caught any fish in so long. It seems the air force wasn't blaming him today; the ecology of this body of water is indeed a bit outrageous.

Such a large American crocodile must have no natural enemies here.

Rosen tidied up the snacks on the small table, looked at the chair and the large umbrella, thought for a moment, and decided to leave the things there.

He decided not to put it in the car for the time being. Putting aside everything else, the umbrella definitely wouldn't fit, and there was no roof rack on the car roof, so there was nowhere to secure it. It wouldn't matter if he left the item there anyway, since no one would come to this area.

"I'm leaving now, Uncle Chen. How did you get here?"

Fu Longsheng pointed to the woods along the road he had come from: "I drove here myself, and I parked the car on the road next to that woods."

"Okay, I'll be going now. Come visit me sometime."

Rosen didn't want to provoke the old man for the time being, not because he was afraid of him, but because he felt it was unnecessary.

This old man would definitely be breaking the law if he were to operate in the country, and he would need to be punished by law.

If he were to live abroad, he might be upholding justice and robbing the rich to help the poor.

On the way back, Rosen drove while pondering how to get rid of the crocodiles in the lake; having such creatures near his home was definitely not a good thing.

Although hunting this animal is illegal here, the fact that no one has spotted it means there's no hunting.

As for reporting it? How could he possibly report it? Once he catches this thing, he can patiently skin it alive, use the all-powerful platform to make all sorts of products to give away – that would be perfect!

When Fu Longsheng pushed open the door, Xi Meng was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with an open laptop in front of him. The light from the screen illuminated the lower half of his face.

He heard the sound of the lock turning, looked up, and his gaze lingered on Fu Longsheng for a moment. Fu Longsheng's coat sleeves were damp, his trouser legs were stained with dried mud, and there were some dry grass leaves stuck to the edge of his shirt, as if he had just gone through something embarrassing.

"Godfather," Xi Meng closed his laptop and stood up, "How did it go?"