Armor from the Sky!

Seeing the butler's demeanor, John Jacob Astor assumed he was there to report the good news of the land sale. In high spirits, he leaned back in his large chair, took a leisurely puff of the cigar in his hand, and then slowly asked.

"How's it going?"

The butler did not answer the question directly, but stood there with his head down for a long time before stammering out his answer.

"They... they've stopped buying! All that land is stuck in our hands; we can't sell it!"

"What?!"

John Jacob Astor's eyes widened upon hearing this, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably as if he had Parkinson's disease. The cigar he was holding between his fingers fell onto the desk, leaving a black scorch mark on the surface of the expensive yew wood desk.

But he couldn't care less about that at the moment. After the initial shock and astonishment, John Jacob Astor finally realized that he had been tricked!

He knew from the beginning that he was the one manipulating land prices behind the scenes, and guessed his purpose, so he simply played along, joining him in buying land at high prices and cooperating with his act to make him believe that he was determined to get these lands, thus enticing him to finally implement the plan, mobilizing all his resources to buy up all the remaining land in the three major regions.

Ultimately, all of these lands ended up in his hands. Apart from Chen Mo, no one else could possibly take them on. It would be far more profitable for them to invest such a huge sum of money in suburban land than to invest in real estate or stocks in New York City.

John Jacob Astor thought he had figured out Chen Mo's thoughts, so he mobilized almost all of his liquid funds and invested them in this land acquisition, full of confidence that he would cheat Chen Mo and make a fortune. However, he did not expect to fall into Chen Mo's trap and lose all his funds.

This enraged John Jacob Astor, who no longer cared about being United States's richest man or a civilized businessman. He tore off the mask of civilization and revealed the ruthless and vicious side he had shown when he was a fur trader.

In fact, he had only been pretending all these years; in private, he still used ruthless methods to eliminate many people who stood in his way.

This time, he underestimated Chen Mo, a wealthy man from China, and was trying to play a trick on Chen Mo. He originally wanted to deal with Chen Mo in a "civilized" way, but since he couldn't outmaneuver Chen Mo with overt business tactics, he resorted to his old tricks.

"Bring Rex here!"

After unleashing a torrent of Thunder on the butler in his study, John Jacob Astor finally calmed down and spoke to the butler, who was bowing his head with a sinister expression.

The following night, a dozen or so burly white men with two guns tucked into their belts and fierce expressions rode on tall horses toward Chen Mo's manor in Brooklyn.

Chen Mo has bought the entire Brooklyn area and continues to operate it as a farm, just as before. Due to its huge size, although many farmers are employed here, it is still difficult to see any people. At this time, it is late at night, and apart from the flat and vast farmland under the moonlight, there is not a single person to be seen.

Just as they were Mercedes-Benz menacingly toward the only brightly lit manor in the darkness, a loud whooshing sound, like a cannonball falling, suddenly rang out above them.

The crowd's expressions changed drastically. They didn't have time to consider why there would be cannonballs falling in the middle of the night, and they hadn't heard any cannon fire at all. They hurriedly spurred their horses to dodge in all directions, trying to avoid the "cannonballs" falling from the sky!

However, the next moment, a loud thud of a heavy object hitting the ground sounded ahead, and everyone quickly pulled on the reins, trying their best to stop the horses' momentum.

After finally managing to stop the horses, the chaotic crowd looked ahead in astonishment.

A jet-black suit of armor, almost blending into the night but reflecting a shimmering light under the moonlight, appeared before them.

This suit of armor looks somewhat like a medieval Knight's full suit of armor, but its shape is more imposing and handsome, with sharp edges. It doesn't feel as bulky as ordinary armor; instead, it gives a sense of agility, almost like a human.

The armor, its origin unknown, stood tall on the road, its white light around the eyes seeming like two murderous gazes fixed on them, causing them to feel a chill run down their spines.

As gunmen under John Jacob Astor, they had eliminated countless rivals and enemies for him, and the number of people who died at their hands was innumerable. But they had never encountered a situation like today, with steel armor falling from the sky like cannonballs. What on earth was this thing?

The one who immediately intimidated all these ruthless killers upon his arrival was none other than Chen Mo, clad in his Iron Man suit.

He had originally thought that John Jacob Astor would come up with some other means to deal with him, but he didn't expect him to run out of ideas so quickly. After being tricked by Chen Mo, he directly sent out assassins in a fit of rage.

Chen Mo, who was originally going to play along with him a little longer, was too lazy to drag it out any longer. It had been a while since he had used the Iron Man suit, so he decided to put it on and go for a spin!

So Chen Mo didn't wait for them to come to the manor, but instead put on his Iron Man suit and came out to greet them.

After descending from the sky and stopping the group of assassins, Chen Mo didn't bother with any more words. The two armor plates on the shoulders of his battle suit suddenly popped open, revealing two miniature missile pods inside, each containing sixty Micro Auto-tracking Missiles arranged in a dense and orderly fashion.

In fact, energy weapons are the best way to destroy evidence, but Chen Mo had always used energy weapons before, and the Iron Man suit had become nothing more than a flying tool. The weapons on it had never been used. This time, Chen Mo decided to give the weapons on the Iron Man suit a good test.

Amidst the astonished and bewildered gazes of the crowd, more than a dozen bullet-sized Micro Auto-tracking Missiles were Speed launched from the missile pod, tracing arcs as they flew toward the dozen or so assassins whose expressions instantly changed.

The speed of the Micro Auto-tracking Missiles was far beyond their ability to evade. Before the look of horror on their faces could fully appear, and before they could react, in the horrified eyes of the crowd, more than a dozen missiles almost simultaneously and accurately hit their targets, knocking them off their horses and leaving them lying on the ground, quickly losing their lives.

A dozen or so horses, now without their master's control, wandered aimlessly around, some even going so far as to graze on the crops in the fields.