Chapter Five Hundred and Three Eleven Feet Nine Inches

The middle-aged man at the door was a white man with a short and stiff khaki mustache, a loose and carefree demeanor, but he obviously had some power, at least for these dogs.

Before Femus could understand, several young men rushed in, pushing many cages and leaving the room, and the sound of wheels rolling and dogs barking came and went one after another.

One of the men walked towards it, and it was about to avoid it, but its body touched the cold iron railing. Only then did it realize that it was also locked in an iron cage, no different from other dogs.

"What are you doing?" it yelled. "Let me out! Let me out!"

It is a dog, but it thinks that it is not just a dog, and it cannot be treated roughly like this.

However, these people could not understand its words at all. To their ears, it was no different from the nervous and barking dogs around, and even the young man who pushed it scolded: "Shut up your mouth! Why are you barking! You think you are going to be killed!" You? What fools!"

After a while, several rows of cages were pushed to the open space outside, and a German Shepherd was locked in each cage. The cage of Famous is located in the middle. It turned around and soon found a strange thing—there are about twenty German shepherds here, all of which are similar in size and age, and all of them are male without exception. None of them are female.

Is this a coincidence?

And what happened to the substitute that the middle-aged man called out just now?

"Is that all? Are they all here?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Yes, sir, they are all here," replied one of the men. "We have bought these dogs from this country and the neighboring states at your request."

"Well, okay." The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction.

Perhaps a little annoyed by the noise of the dogs barking, he clenched his whip tightly and flicked it, making a shallow dent in the ground. The sharp sound and tremendous power made all the dogs present shudder.

"Tell you," he threatened, pointing at a big tree with luxuriant branches and leaves not far away, "you bastards, be honest with me later, if anyone dares to make trouble, I will hang him upside down on the ground Under that tree, whip 20 lashes, and then peel your skin."

His expression was ferocious and serious when he spoke. Even if the other dogs couldn't understand his words, they could at least feel his murderous intent from his tone. Especially when they saw the brownish red soil under the tree, they knew he was absolutely dead. Not empty talk threats.

The voice did not fall,

A strange-looking pure black two-door coupe came from a distance, the speed was not fast, and a lot of floating dust was raised from the rear of the car, like a small sandstorm.

Famus is used to the compact body, streamlined body and low center of gravity of modern cars, and feels that this classic car may fall apart at any time when driving on bumpy roads.

The coupe stopped, and after the dust had cleared, a man in a full suit and round glasses got out. He has two black mustaches, a bowler hat, a clean white shirt, and slender fingers. He looks like a pampered and decent person.

The previously arrogant and domineering middle-aged man quickly spit out the tobacco he was chewing, changed his amiable face, put on a smile and trot over and stretched out his hand, "Mr. Charles! I'm Roger Leslie, call me Luo Jay can, welcome to my farm."

Charles ignored his outstretched hand and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his glasses.

Roger timidly fought back. In order to hide his embarrassment, he tried his best to maintain a smile, his eyes fell on the car Charles was driving, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed: "My God! Mr. Charles, with all due respect, your car is really beautiful, it is a Ford The new T coupe right? I saw an ad for it when I was in town, it was on the wall at the theater and it said... The Doctor and His Car! So they called it Doctor Coupe right? It's been featured in Chaplin's movies and only doctors, lawyers, successful movie actors and executives like you own a car like this!"

He spouted compliments, and carefully touched the slightly hot hood. The crystal spray paint was smoother than the skin of the most beautiful woman in the country, but it was covered with a thin layer of dust due to the broken dirt roads in the country. of dust. He wanted a car like this in his dreams, and he would definitely attract dozens of women to fall into his arms, and it would not be a problem to change one a day.

Roger walked around this expensive Ford Doctor coupe, as if looking at a precious work of art, "Wow! Strong all-steel body, powerful four-cylinder engine, I I heard that it is also equipped with a revolutionary battery and electric ignition, which can be started normally even in the worst weather? Driving it must feel like galloping on the wildest woman, right? "

He sputters, knows everything about the car's performance, and makes no secret of his love for it. If you can own a car like this, it will be worth it in your life!

Roger's subordinates heard that he admired this car so much, and came over to watch it curiously. One of them wanted to reach out and touch it, but he punched him and taught him: "You can touch this fucking car!" of?"

After wiping his glasses, Charles turned his head to look at the rows of dog cages, and said impatiently, "Spare your nonsense, I didn't come to this shabby place to hear you praise my car! Are these the dogs? Let's get the work done quickly. When it's done, I've had enough of this dirty country!"

"Yes, yes!" Roger introduced enthusiastically and courteously: "Mr. Charles, these dogs were selected based on the photos you sent. Do you think they all look alike?"

When Charles heard this, his face became stern, "Like? Dude, just looking for the look is not enough. If you just look for the look, you can find 18,000 dogs in the whole country-our big star can jump over the 11-foot-9-inch horizontal wall." Rod, so it can be a star, do you understand?"

Roger was stunned, "11 feet 9 inches? My God, that's too tall..."

Charles snorted, "Of course I don't expect these country dogs you found to be comparable to our big stars, but at least they must be close? Otherwise, how can they be its substitute?"

"Close...well, of course, my sir, I'm sure some of these dogs can come close to that number." Roger was in a cold sweat. He had never seen a dog that could jump so high.

Roger is lazy, likes to gamble, and owes a lot of debts. He heard that a certain film company in Hollywood wanted to find a substitute for the well-known star dog. He thought it was a good opportunity, so he boldly invited the senior executive of the film company Charles came to his farm.

Before that, he sent his helpers and neighbor's children to search for German shepherds similar in appearance to the star dog. He found a total of twenty or so dogs, but is there any one among them? Tiao can jump from a height of about 11 feet, he really has no idea...

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's start!" Charles frowned, looked at the soles of his shoes with disgust on his face, and prayed that he didn't step on chicken or dog shit.

Roger yelled at his subordinates: "Did you hear that? Go! Go! Bring these dogs here one by one and show Mr. Charles!"

The men rushed forward and quickly set up a simple horizontal bar about 11 feet high, then opened each cage one by one, took out the dogs inside, and asked them to line up to try to jump over the bar. Who didn't want to jump or didn't jump over it? , waiting for it is to be kicked hard by a riding boot studded with iron nails. The German shepherds wailed in pain, and were tied around their necks by chains, unable to run away. If anyone dared to show their fangs, Roger would whip his horse hard.

Seeing that there are fewer and fewer dogs left, Roger kept wiping off his cold sweat. He spent his last money to acquire these dogs. If they were all eliminated, he could only sell the farm and go to the city to beg for a living. up.

Soon, it was Phimas' turn.

One of Roger's young men opened his cage and took him by the collar and led him out.

The cage was extremely narrow, and Famous wanted to resist, but it saw the double revolvers pinned to Roger's underarms, and the calluses on his left and right jaws for practicing drawing the guns, so he immediately gave up on this inconvenient thing. Practical ideas - stronger than the old tea of ​​that era, and dare not speak lightly without fear of bullets.

Roger was undoubtedly a bastard, but he was probably also a quick shooter, otherwise he would have been shot to death for being so brutal.

It was led to the crossbar, the young man let go, and Roger pointed to the crossbar and said, "Jump over! Do you understand? You idiot! If you don't want to be kicked or whipped, you better give I jump over!"

One piece of advice that Fei Max has learned during his time with Old Tea is that a hero should not suffer from immediate losses, but a man should be able to bend and stretch. Now it has no other way, if it doesn't jump over, it will definitely suffer.

Charles was stunned at the first sight of Femas, he stroked the short beard on his lips thoughtfully, stared at it up and down, left and right - this dog was too similar to his own big star , It was carved out of the same mold, with the same body shape, coat color, and age, except for the eyes... This dog's eyes are very strange. He has never seen a dog with such eyes. How should I put it, it looks like a human being. Same……

Snapped!

Seeing that it was lingering and refusing to jump, Roger whipped his horsewhip on the ground and shouted, "You idiot! What are you waiting for! Jump! If you don't jump, I'll whip you to death!"

Femas looked up at the crossbar, did not run up, just slightly bent his knees and lowered his body, and then jumped up like a spring!

This jump seemed to be flying through the clouds. Under the jaw-dropping gaze of everyone, he easily jumped over the 11-foot-high bar, and left ample margin, even if the bar was higher.

Phimas landed steadily, and everyone was silent.