The moment Procott swung the baseball bat down, the aborigines in front instantly clamped their legs.

The man in the cap howled and rolled on the ground.

Procott didn't stop at all, holding the baseball bat with both hands and beating the ducktongue man frantically, for a moment it was like beating a piece of beef, without mercy.

A person on the side couldn't stand it, suppressed the horror in his heart, and waved the wooden stick in his hand to hit him.

At this time, Borden suddenly rushed behind Procott, and the finger tiger in his hand met the whizzing wooden stick, and directly knocked the man's wooden stick away.

Borden tilted his head, smiled slightly, and then punched the man in the face.

The sharp finger tiger hit the corner of its mouth, and in an instant, the flesh flew sideways, and more than a dozen teeth flew up with a stream of blood.

Seeing the man faint on the ground, Borden suddenly felt bored, took off his finger and looked at the others.

"Don't get excited, wait a minute."

"Crazy, both of them are insane."

The remaining dozen or so aborigines were frightened by the sight in front of them, hurriedly waving the sticks in their hands, and hurriedly took a few steps back.

Procott looked around with a baseball bat in one hand, and no one dared to look him in the eye.

"If any of you still want to call me a damn German hillbilly to my face, this is the end."

He hung down his baseball bat, tapped the arm of his cap, and grinned:

"I'll ask you a question, do you know what it feels like to be worse than being hit with a baseball bat?"

"Please, no, I know it's wrong."

The man in the cap waved his hands in horror, sweating profusely and begging frantically for mercy.

Procott shook his head, "I feel compelled to tell you the answer. ”

"That's the second time I was beaten."

Procott swung his arm violently, and the baseball bat slammed between his legs again.

The man in the cap howled miserably, his face instantly flushed, and then he fainted cleanly.

Seeing that none of the people around him dared to step forward again, Procott exhaled a sigh of relief this time, casually threw the baseball bat to Borden, and walked briskly towards the Rolls-Royce.

Borden pouted and took the stick, waved it a few times at random, and threw the stick away in boredom when he saw a group of people who did not dare to move.

"Go home, it's not interesting at all."

Banshee Town Police Station, the bell rings.

Siobhan picked up the phone, nodded his head, and then stood up.

"The Amish called the police and said that the people of the Chino tribe had come to attack them."

Hearing what she said, several other people got up from their chairs and grabbed their service belts.

"Where is Sheriff Hood?" Brock looked around.

"He's in a bit of a hurry, leave for a while, let's go." Ethan slurred his words, patted Brock on the shoulder and walked out.

Several police cars sounded their sirens and drove quickly towards the Amish gathering place, Ethan drove with a solemn face, but he didn't expect Brock to guess correctly, but he just hoped that the aborigines would not make too much trouble.

As they approached the Amish gathering place, a white figure suddenly rushed out of the road in front of them and fell on the road.

Ethan reacted quickly and hit the brakes instantly.

The tire rubbed heavily against the ground, sliding out a tire mark that was more than ten meters long, and it would be good to stop next to the white figure.

The sound of brakes in the back also came and went, and the three police cars behind also stopped sharply.

A Veroria crown following him even rushed off the road, looking at the trunk of a tree only two or three meters away from him, Brock broke out in a cold sweat.

Ethan also wiped a handful of sweat, hurriedly pushed the car door and got out of the car, and was about to scold angrily, when he found that it was Rebecca lying on the ground.

Rebecca looked at Ethan in horror, barefoot, her Chanel dress covered in sewage, her whole body wet, nosebleeds running down the corners of her mouth.

He hurriedly helped Rebecca up, "What's going on." ”

At this time, several other people came over angrily, and when they saw Rebecca's appearance, they all looked at her suspiciously.

Rebecca took a few sharp breaths and hurriedly said:

"In the woods, a man in black attacked me."

Siobhan hurriedly came over to help Rebecca, Ethan and Emmett looked at each other, and then dialed out Glock 17 and burrowed into the woods in the direction Rebecca rushed out.

The two of them walked quickly through the woods, and the person who attacked Rebecca was probably Lana's murderer, and if they were caught at this time, everything would be solved.

The heavy footsteps of two men running sounded in the woods, and the low bushes slapped against them.

Follow Rebecca's trail all the way to a puddle, mud from the violent struggle has not yet fallen, and the puddle is filthy.

Emmett patted Ethan and pointed to the ground.

In addition to his own direction, on the other side of the puddle, there are two traces of people who have stepped on them.

One of them must have been the mark left by Rebecca when she ran to the puddle when she was being pursued, and the other was the trace of the person when she fled.

Unfortunately, it rained heavily last night, and the ground was covered with water and sludge.

Rebecca was soaking wet, and there were signs of a struggle in the puddle, and if it wasn't raining, the water stains alone could tell that there was a sign of escape.

In desperation, the two had to choose a direction and chased after them.

Ethan chased out the traces on the ground for a minute, and a "bang" of gunfire came faintly from another direction.

"Shet."

Ethan shouted, quickly stopped, and ran in the direction where the gunshots came.

After running quickly through the woods for some distance, he saw the man in front of him come at him with a pistol raised, and he jerked behind the trunk of a nearby tree.

"Don't shoot, I'm Ethan."

"Come out." Emmett's muffled voice rang out.

Ethan walked out of the other direction of the trunk and walked briskly to Emmett.

He covered his face with one hand, red blood running down his black face.

Ethan hurriedly asked, "What direction?" ”

Emmett hurriedly stretched out his hand and pointed ahead, Ethan immediately ran over, observing that there were a few drops of blood on the ground, he traced forward for a distance, and the traces on the ground disappeared completely.

Looking at the silent woods, there were man-tall bushes everywhere, not to mention human figures, and now there was not a single animal in sight.

Emmett was already wounded, and in case of another accident, Ethan pinched the handle of the gun vigorously and reluctantly returned.

After loudly reminding Emmett, Ethan stepped out from behind the bushes.

He helped Emmett check the wound, and it was fine, the eyebrow bone was injured, and the place was prone to bleeding, which looked very serious, but in fact it was not a big problem.

"What just happened."

"A man in black sprang out from behind a bush and attacked me."

Emmett pointed to the thick dead branch on the ground next to him, "In the panic, I shot him, it must have hit him in the leg, and he staggered and fled." ”

"I saw blood on his legs, but the marks were quickly gone."

After a brief exchange of information, the two exited the woods along the way they came.

Thank you Hell Inquisitor for the reward, thank you yzh_ for the reward, thank Gu Chenxing for the reward, thank you brother for your support.

(End of chapter)