It’s only early December when I get home, and holidays cannot be wasted.

Long before he visited as a diplomatic representative, An Feng spread the news of his invitation to hunt in his circle of friends, held it in his private hunting ground in Texas, enjoying the VIP service of the gun shop, and playing with automatic weapons in the private territory... There are many people who are interested, and this time, they have to start preparing.

In fact, there is equipment in the gun shop, and An Feng doesn't need to prepare anything. Joanna is picky and always thinks about this and that. Hunting outfits are nothing more than military uniforms or customized clothes, and she can also struggle all day. Finally, with An Feng's endless praise, she chose the clothes she likes.

Wang Le, who participated in the event, reported to his girlfriend, and Henry, who was also interested, also brought his own hunting dog.

Most of his peers this time, the older ones are either preparing for Christmas or traveling around the world with their families. For example, father-in-law Frank, who plans to go to the southern hemisphere to enjoy the summer of December. Who told him not to be short of money? Although he does not have the level of An Feng, he is also well-off.

Everyone flew to Los Angeles together, and Roger took over the tools for this trip because there were a lot of people. In addition to An Feng's friends, Roger and his unchanged girlfriend Miranda, as well as other people who went back to Texas, such as Austin Brullian, Roger's uncle.

But Roger was too much to entertain everyone...

In front of everyone, there was an airplane like a giant dragon entrenched on the ground. The fuselage was painted in red and blue, and the tail was sprayed with "Brullian" in English.

An Feng said in surprise: "Are you serious? A Boeing passenger plane?"

"No, no, no! You're out of sight, my friend!" Roger naturally wanted to pretend, "It's not a passenger plane, it's a mutated Boeing 777-VIP business plane, the same appearance, but it's customized inside. Come on! Let you see the sky palace of the Brullion family!"

To get on this kind of plane, there must be an elevator car, from the elevator carriage, connecting the stairs to the cabin door, and laying a red carpet. Just like the last time An Feng visited China... Sao Bao Luojie walked in front with sunglasses, then stood sideways, and made a gesture to everyone: "Ladies first!"

The ladies walked up and he was in charge of the rear.

When we walked into the plane, we opened our eyes.

If an ordinary business jet moves a mansion into the air, then this guy moves the presidential suite, office, bar and dance hall into the air. The design is magnificent and majestic, divided into multiple areas, and there is also a group of flight attendants wearing uniforms and always smiling.

Roger introduced: "The original 777 could seat three or four hundred people. But now after the renovation, there are only 50 seats, and everything is mainly high-end enjoyment. It can be said that there are presidential suites, and there are almost all here. The presidential suites cannot see the white clouds under their feet, and here is OK!"

It is indeed amazing to visit from the nose to the end of the machine. There is even a small swimming pool that can accommodate three or five people to play in the water, but it is not very practical, or it is a bath pool. After the visit, An Feng pulled him and asked, "Can you ask how much it cost?"

Roger said readily: "From the ordering of green leather machine (bare machine), to the cost of interior and exterior decoration, it will cost more than 300 million US dollars."

"It's pretty good." An Feng said.

Everyone will automatically stay away a little further, and now it is a duel between two rich people.

Roger smiled and said, "Of course. What are these things in front of you, the super rich man? I heard you ordered the largest cruise ship in the world?"

An Feng nodded: "It will be launched in about two or three years."

Roger said: "It's amazing. Remember to notify me when the time comes, and I will also participate in the maiden voyage of the largest cruise ship."

An Feng smiled: "No problem."

After the visit, everyone sat down in their favorite areas and the plane took off. An Feng was still talking about the topic of the plane with Roger. Roger told him: "In fact, Boeing or Airbus have similar VIP customization services, and Boeing has several types of 787-VIP and 747-VIP."

"The biggest one is 747, right?" An Feng said.

"Of course, the four-engine has an upper cabin and a modified lower cabin. Among the active passenger planes, the Airbus A380 is bigger than it. Are you interested? I happen to know Boeing people in this regard, so I can give priority to you and jump in line in front of others."

An Feng shook his head: "I don't have any plans for the time being. I don't need such a large space yet."

Roger said: "It is usually used to fly international routes. This time I will pass by the way. I borrow it for you to enjoy it."

An Feng had some idea. He wanted to customize a large aircraft, either 747 or A380, with multi-level and multi-faceted modifications... Unfortunately, there are too few ideas in his mind now, and he couldn't think of any other enjoyment he needed. He could only talk about it in the future and might think of a better solution.

The trip over three hours ends in comfort and enjoyment.

The plane landed at Austin Airport. A group of eight people, a group of hunting dogs and luggage obviously could not be transferred through the helicopter, so renting a car became the first choice. This time, An Feng's assistant Eve prepared a lot. The car rental company had already prepared the pickup trucks or SUVs they needed, and they were all high-chassis cars anyway.

For holiday leisure, everyone was not in a hurry. Four cars set off slowly. A Chevrolet SUV in the front was responsible for leading the way. Joanna was driving. An Feng was not in the convoy - he was in the sky above his head, and driving his helicopter was obviously of great use, and it was indispensable for hunting in the air.

The convoy slowly drove towards Lano City, more than 100 kilometers away. There were airports in the local area, but the runway was only one thousand meters long. A large aircraft such as 777 requires a runway of two thousand meters without landing conditions. The 747 requirement was even higher, three thousand meters. It is still convenient for light aircraft, and it can land safely within a thousand meters.

I was not in a hurry, so I arrived at Danglano City leisurely. It was said that it was a city, but it was actually very small and there were no large hotels. There were many motels, so no one wanted to stay. Later, Roger made a suggestion: "Just go to the camp and let the ladies live in the house, let's camp."

When everyone heard this, the purpose of hunting was to enjoy the wild environment. If they deliberately emphasized staying in a five-star hotel, it would be a bit pretentious and lost the fun. After living in a big city for a long time, they had the interest to return to the wilderness forest for a short time. When Roger said that, everyone hit it off.

After discussing, he turned around and drove towards Buchanandan. An Feng had already arrived at his destination and was bored playing with his cell phone outside the gun shop. After receiving Wang Le's call, he asked about Mike's tents in the gun shop. He said that the stock was sufficient and he could handle them.

When An Feng heard this, he felt relieved.

After more than twenty minutes, everyone arrived, An Feng also drove out his army-painted HMMWV, and the machine gun mounted on the roof had not been removed. He rushed forward domineeringly and acted as a leader for everyone. He climbed up the slope, passed through the jungle, and drove towards the wooden house on the bank of the river.

It takes some time to cross the hunting ground. When you arrive at the plain, your vision will be truly broadened. Everyone slows down the car and takes photos. When An Feng waits, he will drive into the grass and experience the destructive power of the military vehicle. Naturally, the car is not in any way, but the human butt is suffering.

Stopped in front of the wooden house, there were only three rooms. There were four ladies at the scene. Fortunately, everyone was familiar with each other. Henry's girlfriend Lucy and Lisa together, and they chose the largest room to stay. After everyone put down their luggage, they took a break and discussed the next activity plan.

After all, everyone's eyes were focused on HMMWV, and he couldn't help but play it. Then the discussion turned into a game of playing military vehicles at home. Roger, who was familiar with guns, couldn't help but fired a few bullets at the water with a machine gun. The movement made the sheepdogs around him bark.

Seeing that everyone was not tired at all, An Feng greeted, "Don't bother with my cows and sheep anymore! Go to the gun shop with me and play with everyone!"

Henry jumped out of the driver's seat and said, "It should have been like this long ago."

Wang Lexiao: "Be careful to arouse public grievances and kill you with a gun!"

Put down your luggage, and everyone crossed the forest again. Before coming to "Micro Firepower", they went in and visited. The four guys in the store all came to greet them. Although An Feng invited everyone, they still consciously paid out of their own pockets for this consumption, and foreigners were very aware of this.

Although An Feng doesn't care about this little money, he still respects the customs.

When everyone was choosing guns and cannons and buying ammunition, An Feng confirmed whether there were any newcomers in the team. Needless to say, almost all local Americans had touched guns. Even during the days when Wang Le was bored, he went to the gun shop to play, and his skills were much more superb.

When they all came to the super large open-air shooting range behind with automatic weapons, a big guy in green, black and yellow painted beside him attracted the attention. There is no doubt that looking at An Feng's proud expression, this is the big guy weighing more than 50 tons that he spent 750,000 yuan to buy last time.

Wang Le expressed surprise: "Damn it! Such a big guy is so amazing!"

Roger was also interested: "Can it still open?"

An Feng used the tone of Mike last time: "Why can't I buy it?"

"Start it!" Many people conveyed their meaning with their mouths or eyes.

"Hi! Mike!" An Feng greeted old Mike and smiled at the young Mike in the crowd, "Start it and let's have fun!"

Old Mike was an army armored soldier and could drive this thing. He climbed up easily, got into the cockpit, and greeted everyone: "Come on!"

An Feng said to everyone: "Climb up and experience it yourself?"

Of course, everyone did not object, and even the lady was also very interested. When they came to the tank, they found that this guy was huge and it was not easy to climb up as easily as a microphone. They each found their own place to support themselves in different postures, and then turned around to pull the lady.

After everyone was in place, the tanks were full of people, and everyone was carrying guns. This formation was a bit like a confiscated trophy...African warlords.

An Feng and Joanna were sitting on the turret with a spacious view. He greeted Mike, who had his head exposed from the cockpit: "You can start! Smooth all obstacles ahead!"

"Hurry up! Everyone!" Mike said loudly. The M1 tank started, a low roar came and slowly started. The feeling of standing on the turret was very obvious. An Feng had to sit firmly and find something to support him. If he couldn't show off later, he would be embarrassed if he fell from the turret.

The M1 has an AGT-1500 gas turbine with a maximum output of 1500 horsepower. It has a low sound but strong power. The tank itself is huge in mass and it is very spectacular when it starts. It is crushed forward steadily. No earth slope or gravel can do anything to it. Soon its first opponent appears.

In front were two Honda sedans of unknown age, with cracks in the windows, which were obviously scrapped. It was facing the tanks in an attempt to challenge, but it was extremely small in front of the big guy. Mike aimed at the scrapped car with the track on the right and shouted: "Be careful to grab it! Don't fall down!"

When the track on the right side of the tank slowly crushed up, a certain tilt occurred. The guys sitting on the right grabbed it and stared at the wonderful scene: the tank slowly pressed over, while the inclination returned to level because its own weight had flattened the car.

It was the second car again. The high-powered engine allowed the tank to continue to press over the car without any pause. When everyone looked back, it had turned into a pile of crushed scrap iron, and everyone cheered in unison. Mike turned around in front and returned to use the track on the left to kill the scrapped car again.
Chapter completed!