American Farmers: Facing a Cutoff at the Start

"Oh my god..."

Lyra looked at the bullet hole that had hit the bullseye, and stared at Fett in disbelief:

"You only used one magazine? Fett, your rate of improvement is terrifying!"

She enthusiastically took the empty gun from Fett's hand, skillfully pressed the slide stop lever to return the slide to its original position, then ejected the magazine and loaded the bullets one by one:

"Come on! Let's try a target further away! This time, aim for the one thirty meters away!"

"OK."

Fett flexed his wrists, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

The two of them then took turns, one loading ammunition and the other firing at the target.

Gunshots echoed in the backyard.

With enhanced muscle control, Fett's progress can only be described as phenomenal.

With each bullet fired, the body precisely records and corrects the recoil feedback, muzzle twitch, and bullet drop.

When the game got exciting, Leila ran back into the house and grabbed a new box of bullets. She then quickly made a simple ham and cheese sandwich and handed it to Fett, which served as his lunch.

Fett quickly finished his sandwich and continued training.

"Bang! Bang!"

20 m.

30 m.

40 m.

……

As the number of spent cartridge cases piled up on the ground, Fett became more and more familiar with the M1911's quirks.

With each shot fired, he could clearly feel the tiny vibration of the bullet as it left the barrel.

When the last rays of the setting sun fall on the backyard.

"Bang!"

Fifty meters away, a cloud of sawdust suddenly erupted from the dead wooden stake.

"call……"

Fett put the gun away, shook the somewhat hot barrel, and noticed a burnt smell emanating from it.

He blew on the white smoke rising from the muzzle of his gun and smiled with satisfaction.

In just one afternoon.

Now, he can hit any target within 20 meters, and he can definitely hit the target within 50 meters as well.

If he encountered a wild boar again, he was confident he could empty the entire magazine before it charged at him.

After firing the last shot, Fett was still immersed in the thrill of controlling his power.

My hand holding the gun was itching; I wanted to shoot everything I saw to test my accuracy.

As darkness fell, the shadows in the woods became somewhat eerie.

"Fett, let's go back."

Leila rubbed her slightly cold arms and glanced at the target, which was already somewhat blurry: "It's dark, I can't see clearly."

"Okay, that's enough practice for today."

Fett didn't dwell on it any longer, turned off the safety, and put the scorching hot M1911 back into its holster.

The two men picked up the spent cartridges and headed towards the front yard.

Before I even got close, I could smell a strong stench of blood.

A warm yellow light shone on the porch in the front yard, and under the light, Frank and Roy were busy working with their hands covered in oil.

The huge wild boar had been butchered into eight pieces, which were neatly arranged on the cutting board.

The grotesque half of a pig's head had been cut off and was hanging on a nearby pillar; its tusks still looked somewhat frightening under the light.

In the corner, Losie was engrossed in her cat food bowl, purring as she munched on a small piece of fresh wild boar liver, her tail held high with contentment.

Frank was sharpening his boning knife on a whetstone when he saw the two men return from the backyard. He looked up and asked:

"Fett, how's your practice going? Can you hit the target?"

"good."

Fett touched his nose and smiled, "Just getting the hang of it."

Leila rolled her eyes dramatically, her lips twitching downwards involuntarily.

What does "just found a bit of a feel for it" mean? He's hitting the target every time within 50 meters, so why is Fett acting like this now? He's not being honest at all.

"That's fine!"

Old Frank nodded in satisfaction and pointed to the gun at Fett's waist:

"A gun is a man's courage; if you train well, you won't suffer. After dinner, I'll teach you how to disassemble and maintain a gun. After firing all afternoon, the chamber is definitely full of carbon buildup; if you don't clean it thoroughly, it'll jam tomorrow."

Roy, wiping the oil off his hands, urged:

"Alright, stop chatting and come inside! Once the sun goes down, the wind is like a knife; don't let your wound get cold."

The two nodded and went inside.

A warm wave swept over me, instantly dispelling the chill.

Aunt Rachel was burning the fireplace in the living room, the orange flames flickering brightly.

The air was filled with a rich aroma of stewed meat, a blend of thyme and black pepper, making one's mouth water.

The coffee table was already piled high with potato chips, popcorn, and a large bowl of freshly fried onion rings.

There was also a dozen ice-cold beers next to it, with water droplets all over the bottles.

Clearly, these are snacks I'm preparing for watching the news later.

Are you hungry?

Aunt Rachel, wearing her familiar floral apron, came out of the kitchen carrying a large bowl of steaming braised wild boar, which she placed heavily on the dining table. The aroma of the meat instantly filled the entire room.

Leila quickly stepped forward to help.

Aunt Rachel asked while wiping her hands:

"By the way, Fett, did the reporter say what time the news would air and which channel? We can't miss it."

"Let me see."

Fett quickly grabbed his phone, which had been tossed onto the sofa, and turned on the screen.

In addition to the pile of unread messages from Lena, there were indeed messages from Mike Finch.

Moreover, it was a series of bombings.

The dialog box opens automatically when you slide your finger across it.

The first message was posted around 3 PM; you could practically feel the guy's excitement through the screen.

"Fate! I was hoping this show would sell to a local station like KVTN or KNOE!"

"Guess which big shot bought it in the end?"

After a few minutes, seeing that Fett hadn't replied, he couldn't hold back and revealed the secret himself:

"KATV!"

"It's KATV Channel 7! The highest-rated news channel in Arkansas!"

"Dude! This time you're not just famous around Eudora, you're going to be famous throughout Arkansas!"

The last message was posted half an hour ago; I've calmed down a bit:

"However, I submitted the manuscript through an intermediary."

"Although the middleman told me that it will most likely air tonight, I still don't know the exact time slot."

"I'm guessing it's most likely a brief news report from the 6 PM evening news, since it's a breaking news event."

In short, don't miss it!

"This is a major broadcasting station!"

After recalling the events, Fett quickly understood KATV's status in Arkansas.

If Arkansas were a province, KATV would be the top-rated channel in the province.

He glanced at the time on his phone: 5:10.

I'm going to be on TV!

It was even broadcast on the provincial TV station!

Fett looked up, a hint of anticipation in his voice:

"Aunt Rachel! It's KATV! Evening News!"

"The broadcast starts at six o'clock, fifty minutes to go."

"What?! KATV?!"

Rachel and Lyra, who were setting the plates, both gasped in surprise, nearly dropping their spoons on the table.

For them, being able to stand on that stage was almost like meeting the governor.

"My God..."

Aunt Rachel abruptly untied her apron and shouted towards the door:

"Roy! Frank! Stop fussing around! Wash your hands and come in for dinner! Fett and Lyra are going on KATV! Less than an hour!"