What Are You, You Monster!

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, then put away the ammunition magazines on his shoulders. He didn't kill the horses as well, since he had a ranch here anyway, and he could raise them all together.

If it eats my crops, it becomes my horse!

These horses were specifically for the assassins, and to avoid being discovered, they were not branded with their owners' marks.

Besides, even if he did have it, so what? We'll see if John Jacob Astor comes alive to ask him for it!

Ignoring the horses that had all bowed their heads and were now wreaking havoc on the crops, Chen Mo stepped forward and waved his hand to collect all the corpses into his spatial storage.

Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh inwardly. When it comes to killing someone, silencing witnesses, and destroying evidence, energy weapons are still the most useful. He had only considered combat at the time and neglected practical use in daily life. It seems that he needs to upgrade his combat suit when he gets back and add energy weapons to it.

That's a story for later, so let's leave it at that for now.

The miniature tracking missiles equipped on the Iron Man suit are not ordinary bullets. The wounds and damaged tissue inside the body are directly charred by the flames of the miniature missile's slight explosion. They look no different from being shot, but not a drop of blood flows from the wounds.

Chen Mo stepped forward and collected the bodies of the assassins. He then directly controlled his Iron Man suit to take off and quickly ascend into the sky, flying towards New York City in the north.

John Jacob Astor sat in his luxurious and elegant study, gently stroking the ugly black mark left by a cigar burn on his smooth yew desk, his eyes darting around, lost in thought.

I thought Chen Mo was just a country bumpkin from China who didn't know anything and only knew how to blindly and recklessly claim land.

I don't know who told me that the fur trade is profitable, but they dared to go to the Missouri Forest to steal their own business.

He should have been killed by his own company's armed men, but somehow, due to his skin color or some other reason, he managed to recruit a group of Native Americans to work for him, and even boldly provided them with a large number of Musket Native Americans.

With Musket, the Native Americans were no match for even his most desperate men. They managed to seize most of the fur trade from him and inflicted heavy casualties on his Native Americans with their ferocity.

Even so, John Jacob Astor did not take this wealthy outsider seriously, intending to deal with him in a "civilized" manner with a playful attitude, but he repeatedly failed, and was eventually forced to resort to force as he had against his formidable opponents.

This made John Jacob Astor, who had always held Chen Mo in contempt and disdain, very uncomfortable.

John Jacob Astor, who prided himself on being civilized and wise, was constantly being overshadowed by a foolish and barbaric outsider in his eyes. How could he possibly accept this?

However, no matter what, after tonight, this person will cease to exist in the world!

No matter how powerful he is, he will eventually be unable to escape his grasp. All those who oppose him will only meet their demise!

However, John Jacob Astor still cared a great deal about Chen Mo, the opponent who had caused him great losses. To be precise, he was still resentful. He had suffered repeated defeats at Chen Mo's hands and hated Chen Mo to the core. John Jacob Astor could not sleep peacefully until he heard the news of Chen Mo's death.

John Jacob Astor gently traced the dents on the table with his fingers, silently calculating the time in his mind. By now, Rex and his men should have already made their move.

Those despicable China businessmen!

In the Missouri jungle, I couldn't handle your Musket Native Americans, and your private business team was loyal to you. You even tricked me when I was buying land. But this time, facing my real and powerful force, let's see how you escape this calamity. Tonight, you will surely die!

Just as John Jacob Astor was imagining Chen Mo's miserable fate of being riddled with bullets by the gunmen he had sent, and a sinister smile crept onto his lips, a muffled buzzing sound suddenly rang out above his head. Along with the sound, the entire room seemed to shake, and the sound of bricks falling and breaking echoed above, as if the sturdy villa had been smashed down by something. John Jacob Astor's hand, which was resting on the desk, clearly felt the intense vibration.

What happened?!

What could cause such destruction and such violent shaking?

Before John Jacob Astor could react, another dull hum and the sound of breaking bricks followed. This time, the vibrations from the table were even more intense, making his hands go numb, and the sound seemed to be right in front of him!

John Jacob Astor paid no heed to his numb hands or the throbbing pain in his ears from the dull thud. He saw a large number of brick fragments falling from above onto the open floor in front of his desk, crashing against the smooth oak floor with a loud thud. A cloud of dust drifted down from the ceiling along with the brick fragments, spreading throughout the study. He soon caught the smell of cement dust.

However, John Jacob Astor didn't bother to take out the handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket as usual and elegantly cover his mouth and nose. He just sat there blankly, looking up with wide eyes, staring in shock at the large hole that suddenly appeared in the ceiling above and the dark, cold steel armor that slowly floated down from the hole!

This black armor, somewhat similar to the full armor of a medieval Knight but heavier, more imposing, and possessing an indescribable mechanical beauty, emitted bright white flames from the ends of its limbs. Its chest and eyes also shone with a bright, cold white light. As if completely unaffected by gravity, it slowly and steadily descended from a hole in the ceiling above, finally landing firmly on the floor in front of John Jacob Astor with a crisp sound of steel hitting the floor.

Slumped in the large chair, John Jacob Astor stared in disbelief at the nearly two-meter-tall imposing armor before him, his face contorted with Shocker as if he were seeing an alien. His mind was a jumbled mess, as if in a dream, and he couldn't comprehend what was happening.

I must have fallen asleep from exhaustion while waiting. It must have been a dream! It must have been a dream?!

However, when John Jacob Astor secretly bit his tongue, he did not wake up as he had imagined. Instead, he only felt a sharp pain, and the unbelievable scene in front of him remained unchanged.

"You... what kind of monster are you!"