Chapter 291 Attending a Military Parade (2/2)

When they arrived back in Flagstaff, Hannah greatly admired Hellcat. ”Wow, this car is so bold! It’s a real beast.”

”It’s even better when driving it,” said Li Du with a smile, touching the front of Hellcat.

For the rest of the time until evening, Hannah and Hans drove the car all around.

And, when they got back, 100 dollars in fuel had been burned.

The last weekend in July, Li Du, Hans, and Godzilla were well-armed and set out to The Grand Canyon National Park.

”Today there will be lots of people joining this hunting activity. We might come across some idiots, but just leave them alone,” Hans advised. ”We all have guns.”

”Rest assured, I’m a nice guy, there wouldn’t be any conflicts,” said Li Du.

Near the national park, a helicopter flew past them.

Li Du looked up and asked, ”What’s this from? The Forestry Bureau or the Environmental Bureau?”

”Neither,” Hans answered, ”this is obviously a private helicopter. They are coming for helicopter hunting.”

Helicopter hunting was a contemporary noble activity that only the wealthiest could play. It was not that helicopters were expensive—in fact, quite a few Americans had helicopters.

However, helicopter hunting required a specific permit as wild animals had no chance to escape if they were spotted. Helicopter hunting brought the advantages of a nice view, fast speed, and an air-to-ground strike.

In order to protect the animals, the specific permit was needed for helicopter hunting, and the price was high, costing at least a few thousand dollars.

Perhaps some might spent a hundred thousand to buy a helicopter, but only a few might spent thousands to buy a hunting permit for helicopter hunting.

Driving into the parking lot of the national park, Li Du got out of the car and started to prepare. ”Hi, Li, you’re here?” said a voice from behind him.

Li Du was stunned and turned around. He saw a familiar face: James Martin, Sophie’s father.

The little old man was smoking a pipe, his eyes narrowed as always like a crescent, holding an old-fashioned shotgun, and there were other old men around his age standing by his side.

Li Du quickly stood up tall and said spiritedly, ”Oh, Mr. Martin, hello, so glad to see you here. My friend and I wanted to relax here, it’s so great to see you.”

Mr. Martin laughed happily. ”Yeah, hunting is a good activity for relaxing. Have fun, and I wish you the best of luck.”

With this, he turned to his friends and said, ”This is Sophie’s friend Li, an excellent young Chinese man. He’s good at cooking and Sophie loves to eat the dishes cooked by him.”

The old men started to stare at him. Mr. Li stood up even taller, gripping the crossbow in front of his chest.

”Hey dude, are you attending a military parade?” teased Hans.

The old men laughed after hearing this; one of them stopped laughing when he saw Hans. ”You’re the little Fox b*stard?” he asked.

Hans shook his head. ”No, no, no—you must have mistaken me.”

”Mistaken?” The little old man glared at Hans. ”I’m not that old to make a mistake! You’re a Fox!”

”My surname is Fox,” Hans replied, ”but I’m not a little b*stard.”

Li Du opened the car door and shoved him in. ”Dude, you might want to stop talking now.”