Farming Life Starting in Africa

Leng Feng watched him finish and said with a smile, "It's nothing, let's exchange phone numbers. Let me know if there's any news. Thanks!"

"You're welcome." Rosen waved his hand and put his phone back in his pocket.

As the two were talking, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the east.

"Da da da da da—"

Rosen's expression changed instantly, his eyes narrowing. Could he be so unlucky? Leng Feng had just appeared, and those Young Pioneers were already here? What a coincidence.

Leng Feng also heard the gunshots. His expression remained calm, but his eyes sharpened. He asked, "Is it this chaotic here?"

"It's usually pretty safe." Rosen said, already walking towards his car. "Something must have happened. If you're free, could you stay here and look after my uncle? I'll let you know as soon as I hear anything."

Before Leng Feng could reply, he strode up to the monster truck, ignoring the remaining cargo in the bed, and slammed on the gas, the engine roaring to life.

Leng Feng stood at the supermarket entrance, watching the monster truck "whoosh" off and rampage across the road, its size and imposing presence quite intimidating.

"This person..." Leng Feng muttered, shaking his head.

Rosen's Bigfoot rampages through the streets of Ullr.

He had to hurry back to check what was happening at the garbage dump; the gunshot came from that direction.

Even in this situation, he habitually reached out and pulled the seatbelt, fastening it with a "click".

After all, the Beijing Third District Transportation Commission had reminded him that there are countless roads, but safety is the most important; improper driving will bring tears to your loved ones' eyes.

He kept honking his horn, startling passersby who quickly scurried to either side.

Just as he crossed the last intersection—

"boom!!!"

An explosion came from the east, followed by more intense gunfire that crackled and popped.

Rosen listened for a moment and realized what had happened: a landmine outside the wall had exploded.

"Damn it, they've got some nerve to steal from my house!" Rosen cursed, slamming the gas pedal to the floor.

People on the street were starting to panic, and the crowd was running around in all directions. Fortunately, there were fewer people and cars around, so he didn't have to slow down too much.

Once they reached a secluded spot, Rosen floored the accelerator, and the monster's speed immediately soared to 120 mph. The vehicle was already tall and massive, with wide tires, making it rumble like a mammoth when it ran.

From a distance, Rosen could see two pickup trucks blocking the entrance to his yard.

Each vehicle had a machine gun mounted on its roof. The muzzles were pointed towards the yard, but the scrap metal of the inner wall and the yard wall obstructed most of the firing line of sight, so the machine gunners abandoned this powerful weapon.

Rosen's gaze swept over and saw a person with a headscarf squatting on the side of the pickup truck. This person was bending down and inserting a rocket into the launch tube. Once that thing was launched, everyone in the yard would be doomed.

Rosen raised his hand and pulled over the other seatbelt installed in the middle of the roof, snapping it onto the buckle installed on the left B-pillar. The two seatbelts bound him from shoulder to waist into a large "X" shape, firmly securing him to the driver's seat.

Then he floored the accelerator.

The engine roared to life, and the tachometer needle plunged into the redline. Like an enraged rhinoceros, the car charged headlong into the two pickup trucks.

The roar was so loud that the man carrying the rocket launcher was drawn to the sound and turned around—

Then he saw a huge car with a crash bar on its front end hurtling toward him at an incredible speed.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth was agape, and before he could even turn the rocket launcher in his hand, he was completely engulfed.

"Bang!!!"

With a loud crash, Rosen's monster rammed directly into one of the pickup trucks. The pickup truck was knocked over and landed on the bed of another pickup truck.

Rosen couldn't see whether the person loading the launcher jumped away. But unless the person was lying directly on the ground, it would be difficult to find the whole person.

That collision was too violent.

The airbag popped out with a "bang," slamming into Rosen's face. His nose also hit the airbag, his vision went black, his head was buzzing, and he felt a bit dizzy and lightheaded.

But it only lasted two or three seconds. His enhanced body recovered in no time.

Rosen reached out and unbuckled his two seatbelts. Suddenly, a series of banging sounds came from one side of the car door, as if someone was smashing the door with a hammer.

Several small white dots also appeared on the car window, making "plop plop plop" sounds, as if it had been hit by a stone.

Rosen glanced to the side and saw a man standing next to the pile of scrap metal on the wall, facing the side of the car, firing at the driver's side door.

The bullets struck the car door, making a metallic clanging sound. They only created small holes in the outer skin, but did not penetrate the steel plate inside. The car windows were also bulletproof, made of several layers of laminated glass, which would be difficult for ordinary rifle bullets to penetrate.

The person who fired the shot emptied the magazine, paused for a moment, and seemed not to have expected the car to be so tough.

Rosen climbed into the passenger seat, pushed open the passenger door, reached into the capsule, and pulled out a PKM light machine gun.

He walked around the front of the car, and his view of the opposite side was blocked by the wall, which allowed him to see the terrible state of the area that had just been hit.

Besides the man whose head was stuck between the two vehicles, there was also an unidentified humanoid object sandwiched next to the overturned pickup truck. Just moments before, out of his sight, an unfortunate fellow had been standing between the two pickup trucks; when he bumped into him, the two vehicles were pressed together, and the man became like a meat sandwich.

Rosen glanced around and quickly surveyed his surroundings; there was no one standing outside anymore.

Using the vehicle as cover, he crouched low and circled around the main gate. Reaching the corner of the wall, he released a two-meter-wide roll of steel from his capsule, then stepped on it, quietly climbed the wall, and peeked out. This was his usual way of...

The materials stored in the capsule space are perfect for him to use for tiptoeing.

There were four people in the courtyard.

They were hiding behind a pile of scrap metal, holding their guns and aiming towards the inner room.

Two men had their guns pointed towards the inner room, while two others were heading towards the courtyard gate.

Before they could spot Rosen, he propped the PKM against the wall, the butt against his shoulder, and aimed at the four men.

He took a deep breath and then pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da da da—"

He loved the excessive firepower; before the four men could even react, they were all taken down.