Suddenly, the engine sounded in the distance, and Walker's Raptor F150 rushed down the hill on the other side, circled to the other side of the pickup, and drifted, and the front lights hit the two people hiding behind the car.

"Texas Mounties, drop your weapons, you're arrested."

At Walker's roar, Jack took two quick steps, went around the front of the car, and found that the short man turned out to be a red-haired woman, who had dropped the rifle in his hand and fell to his knees, as if he was nervous and afraid, his head was shaking and his mouth was sobbing.

"Stan Morrison, damn it, is it really you?"

Walker got out of the car, his gun pointed at the injured man who was leaning on the front wheel of the car with his waist on his back, his tone full of anger and disbelief.

Seeing that Walker recognized himself, the injured man finally stopped learning ostriches, and slowly turned his head, his eyes full of despair.

"Yes, Cody (Cordell's nickname), it's me, old friend, I didn't expect to meet here."

Tsk, this brown-haired man with triangular eyes in his 60s has the impression that he is a big man, and seeing that the overall situation has been decided, it is time to let go of the CG, Jack walked to Walker's side, the muzzle of the gun was still pointed at a man and a woman on the ground, and he turned on the melon-eating mode.

"So, now do you want to take me to the police station or what are you going to do?" Stan Morrison seemed a little indifferent.

Walker took two steps forward, pulled one out of the pile of plastic buckets in the back of the pickup, pulled a dagger out of his leg, and stuck it on the tightly wrapped thing.

Jack glanced at the leaking gray-white powder, and a choking smell came to his nose.

"Stan Morrison, head of the Department of Public Safety, is preparing to run for district attorney for political figure. Are you serious? Is there something wrong with your brain? ”

Jack raised an eyebrow when he heard this, if he remembered correctly, the Texas Mounted Police belonged to the Department of Public Safety, in other words, this was Walker's boss's boss.

"The day I joined the Mounties, I swore an oath to you!!"

Walker lowered his gun and paced back and forth in front of Stan, looking a little irritated.

"I was just controlled by them, yes, controlled, and at first I just wanted to earn some pension and distribute the drugs that Hunter D was getting," Stan argues.

"And then these 'Northland' gangsters know what we're doing, and they want to keep going, do you know how hard it is to climb out of the abyss? You've done a great job and they've been hit hard."

"So you damn old bastard went out of your way to deliver their goods and protect their deal?"

Walker grabbed him by the collar and pulled him off the ground, "This route is only known to us Mounties, and you are eating Molly's stewed brisket at our house while pulling the route out of my mouth so that you can safely transport Cocaine in from Mexico?" ”

Before he finished asking, he felt that Walker was going to strangle the thing in the next second, and Jack hurriedly interrupted.

"How's Emily?"

At the mention of his wife, Walker's agitated mood calmed down a little.

"She's fine, the bullet hit in half, didn't hurt her internal organs, and Jerry has already helped her stop the bleeding."

"But you" Walker turned his head again, tugging at Stan's collar and forcing him to look at him.

"Stan! Look me in the eye! ”

"Emily and Stella both recognize you, right? How many years have you been an old friend of our family? Well? Thirty years? Forty years? ”

"You watched Stella and Augie be born, you also officiated at my wedding with Emily, you come to our house every month to eat your favorite stewed brisket, play with the children, and now you actually shoot at them, how can you do such a thing, you bastard!"

Before he could finish speaking, Walker had already put away his gun and slammed it into Stan's face, but Stan didn't dare to fight back, leaning on the pickup in embarrassment, raising a hand in front of him.

Jack felt that something was wrong, and saw that this guy had been parrying with his left hand that had been covering the wound, and his right hand was always stuck in his trouser pocket and not stretching out, so he hurriedly stepped forward and pushed Walker away, grabbed Stan's right wrist and twisted it hard, causing him to scream in pain.

Pulling his phone out of his pants pocket, it contained a half-edited text message to be sent to the local emergency center, which read, "I'm Stan Morris of the Department of Public Safety, kidnapped by Mountie Cordell Walker."

Jack threw the phone to Walker, sneered, and with a twist of the gun, shot the redhead woman on the other side, who had been pretending to be scared and crying all the time, but had been looking for an opportunity to sneak up on the gun from her boots.

As the corpse fell to the ground, a small revolver the size of a palm fell from her hand, this is the end of the acting skills are too poor, and she howled for a long time, and the eyeshadow did not melt.

At this time, Emily's Subaru stopped not far away, Hannah stopped the car, turned back to the two children and said, "Take care of your mother, don't get out of the car." ”

Then she ran up to Jack and looked at the scene in front of her, apparently knowing this Stan Morrison too.

"They had a box of drugs thrown on the car, and Stella saw it, and the bastard shot her directly, and Emily was injured to protect Stella."

At this point, Stella jumped out of the car and rushed straight to Stan, kicking him in the knee.

"Fakyu, I even wanted to pretend for a moment that I didn't see anything, you bastard, you dare to shoot me and my mother"

Hannah hugged Stella's waist from behind and forcibly pulled the emotionally broken girl back to the car.

"Hannah, don't go to the hospital, you stay farther away and wait for us." Jack commanded back.

Hannah made an OK gesture with a free hand, shoved the struggling Stella into the back seat of the car, then closed the door, drove the car some distance, turned off the lights, and waited.

"So you just thought about making the first move, right, reversing black and white? He really deserves to be a politician. ”

Walker throws Stan's phone on the ground and shoots him straight at it.

"We're dead, we're dead, you don't know what you've done. You're going to kill everyone, and the 'Northlands' won't let us go, not even Molly and Bonham. ”

Stan, who had been able to manage his composure just a moment ago, had a complete breakdown and collapsed to the ground, muttering as he looked at the red-haired woman's corpse.

"You don't know who she is, this woman is Carly, the woman of Bill, the boss of the 'Northern Nations', and he won't let us go."

Seeing Walker's shocked expression, Jack crouched down in front of Stan and slapped his face in amusement, "You're dead, not us." ”

"Just two days ago, I met a bunch of ogres in Lincoln National Forest, New Mexico, and guess what the FBI did?"

"They sent a team of seals and killed all the ogres, and all traces disappeared into the flames, and no one knew where something had happened, and even if anyone heard the rumors and looked for it, they couldn't find even a single piece of charred wood."

"No, no, no, no, Cody, you're the best mounted cop I've ever met, you can't let him do that, I'm a friend of your family, this guy who doesn't know where he came out is not trustworthy at all, don't listen to him, arrest me, I'm willing to testify in court, believe me, I swear !!"

Stan panicked as he watched as Jack slowly aimed his gun at him, shaking his head frantically and turning to Walker pleading.

"I'm a selfish bastard, I'm just getting carried away by nervousness for a moment, think about how I taught you in the first place, we are police, we should follow the rules, I beg you."

"You're right, I'm supposed to play by the rules." Walker said this, but his right hand slowly rested on the holster at his waist.

"But you reminded me, you didn't just teach me one, you are the chairman of the Ministry of Public Security, how many black police officers will be in the system to obey you, and how closely you collude with the 'northern country'? No wonder we can't get rid of this damn gangster at all costs. ”

"Don't, please, Cody, even if it's for the safety of your family, for the sake of our friendship for so many years, I was wrong, let me go to jail, you have always been righteous, don't let my blood stain your hands."

As if sensing the coming of death, Stan pleaded and wept.

"For the safety of your family, thank you for your last teaching, Stan."

"Bang!"

Although there shouldn't be many young students who look at me, I still wish you all the title of the gold list, return triumphantly, achieve success in your studies, and learn to be useful! Momda

(End of chapter)