After watching them leave, Ethan shrugged his shoulders and returned to his seat.

As soon as I picked up my coffee and took a sip, I saw a young man in a denim jacket stand up from the waiting area next to him.

"Are you here to provide a clue?"

He put down his glass and beckoned.

"No, I'm looking for Sheriff Hood."

The young man, who looked to be about his own age, smiled at Ethan and called out to Hood.

Not long after the two entered the office, Ethan saw Hood close the shutters of the sheriff's office with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

He lit his cigarette in confusion, thought for a while, and always felt that the man just now was a little familiar.

It wasn't long before Hood walked out of the sheriff's office with the man, and he winked at Ethan.

Ethan stood up and walked out of the police station.

"Is he your friend?"

Ethan asked curiously, glancing at the blonde man who was sitting in the car and looking at them.

"He's the son of Lucas Hood."

Hood rubbed his temples and said with a headache.

This was a tongue-twisting statement, but Ethan instantly understood what he meant, and why he looked at this person a little familiar just now.

This is the son of the dead Lucas Hood, and I have the impression that he has caused trouble, and like his predecessor, he ran to his father, who was a sheriff, for help.

The only difference is that the predecessor can still find his father, while Lucas Hood's son can only find a stranger who lives as his father.

It's just that Ethan forgot that Lucas Hood's son fled to Banshee Town because of some trouble, and hurriedly asked:

"What does he want to do?"

Hood shook his head, "It's not clear yet, I'll take him to Candy's Bar to eat first." ”

"And what do you want to do?" Ethan asked.

"Let's see what he has to say first, I'm just telling you, if there's any trouble, you can help me cover up."

Worriedly watching Hood drive away in his blue pickup, Ethan shook his head and returned to the police station.

After Proctor and Rebecca came out of the police station, they went home and waited for a long time, but there was no good news from their men.

Seeing the niece of the six gods, he drove directly to the Amish settlement, hoping to find some clues.

Rolls-Royce came to the Bowman house, and Rebecca saw a familiar figure and pushed the door before the car could stop.

Proctor waited for Borden to stop the car, then pursed his lips and stepped out of the car.

Rebecca shouted a few times, and saw that her mother didn't care about her at all, and looked helplessly to the side.

She noticed an Amish girl in the distance, carrying a bamboo basket and hurrying by, it was her former good friend Pesha, who hurriedly chased after her.

Proctor waited for Rebecca to leave, then looked at the gray-haired woman with her back to her, and said in a deep voice:

"You knew that Rebecca would be evicted and face the fate of being on the streets, but you let it go because you knew I would help, right?"

"Then I took her in, provided her with food, and even bought your daughter a house, and you still don't want to face me."

Procout's sister pauses in her hand movements, then continues to hang up her clothes.

"I'm the only one who can help you right now." Procott gritted his teeth and continued:

"You don't think I'm family, but I treat you as my sister, and you'd really rather let Solomon live and die outside than talk to me?"

Sister Procott's hands loosened, and her clothes fell to the grass.

She slowly crouched down, covered her face with her hands, and sobbed in pain.

Proctor sighed and took two steps forward.

Just as she was about to touch her sister's shoulder, she sobbed and got up and ran into the house.

"Shet." Proctor kicked the laundry bucket in anger and clenched his fists in anger, hating why he had grown up in such a group.

He gasped and turned around to get back to the car to wait for Rebecca, only to see the Amish on the other side running back from the farm.

Behind the Amish fleeing, several pickup trucks kept throttling the accelerator to drive them away, and the aborigines with sticks on the back buckets let out a strange scream.

The Amish did not respect violence, and the twenty or so men who had been working on the farm all retreated to Bauman's house and stood together.

Hearing the commotion outside, Bowman and Procott's father also ran out of the room, looking at the person opposite in panic.

"Hand over that boy, you damned Germans."

"Come here, you cowards."

"Hand over the murderer."

Aborigines with sticks jumped off their pickups, banged on their instruments, and kept shouting.

With nowhere to vent his frustration, Procott unbuttoned his blazer and strode over.

"Kai, don't, we've called the police."

Only then did Bowman notice Procott, who shouted anxiously despite the ban.

Proctor turned his head and found Bowman and his father looking at him worriedly, and said with open arms and a calm face:

"Those who create peace will be protected by the Lord, and they will be called children of God."

"Since the Lord hasn't shown up yet, let me come."

He turned around and strode towards the natives under the mixed gaze of the people.

"Yes, let's have a contest, Bichi."

Seeing a person walking across the street, the aborigines shouted one after another.

Proctor walked up to the aborigines without fear, and looked around with cold eyes.

"Shet, it's Procott."

Some of them recognized the person and whispered with fear on their faces.

Someone else said fiercely: "What are you afraid of, he is alone, and he can eat us." ”

Proctor spat to the side and said with a look of disdain:

"You people have the guts to come and threaten people who know they won't fight back, and I'm so proud of you.

Boden, who was sitting on the Rolls-Royce, also took off his glasses with a sneer, put the finger tiger in his pocket into his hand, and walked quickly to this side.

"Fakyu, Procott, you're only one now, I'm going to shove this baseball bat into your eye, I think you're going to enjoy it."

One of the men in the cap took a few steps forward, held the baseball bat in his hand in front of Procott, and threatened him.

Procott nodded calmly on his face, "I understand, that feeling is definitely not going to be very pleasant." ”

As the words fell, he snatched the baseball bat from the cap and stabbed him in the stomach like lightning.

"Ahh

The cap was suddenly hit hard and screamed.

Procott didn't stop, and waved the baseball bat in his hand.

There was a muffled "bang", and the stick steadily hit the lower body of the cap.

(End of chapter)