Hearing what Procott said, Alex turned his head to look at Rebecca again.

She still maintained the same movements as before, as if there was some earth-shattering news in the newspaper.

He felt a little hot on his face, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm young, don't you stress that a lot? My mind will change. ”

Proctor noticed his movements, and there was a hint of supplication in Alex's eyes.

He also felt that he was almost beaten up, and he still had to save a little face for this future partner.

He picked up his glass and reached forward.

Alex took a breath of relief and quickly picked up the wine glass and touched it with Procott.

Proctor drank the wine from the glass in one gulp and said to Alex:

"I understand what you mean, just give me the list as soon as possible."

Alex wondered "What is the list?" ”

"All you can gather is a list of all the commissioners who are going to vote you out of office except for George Hunter." Procott tapped on the table

Alex nodded, "The Tribal Council meeting is next week. ”

"There's enough time, you give me the list tomorrow, and I'll take care of the rest.

"Okay, no problem, thanks."

"No need to say thank you, we are partners." Proctor stretched out his palm and said in an aggravated tone:

"I'm okay with that, right?"

"No problem." Alex exhaled heavily, then shook Procott's hand, "You're right, we're partners. ”

After the affair was over, he didn't stay any longer.

Alex pressed his hat to his head and left the Sarvoyard Gentlemen's Club with heavy steps.

After Alex left, Rebecca immediately threw the newspaper aside, and she said suspiciously:

"We have so much business on our hands now, why is the casino so important to you, so far, I only see the trouble it causes you."

Since the death of the old chief, Proctor has been turned away by Alex, who has tried his best to successfully enter the new casino, but he didn't expect Alex to come over tonight to ask for help.

With the words of the partner just now, the share of the new casino is a foregone conclusion.

Procott was in a good mood at this time, and he patiently explained to Rebecca:

"You don't understand this."

"The business here in the slaughterhouse and the club is used for cover, you know this, but for our real business, this amount of money is far from enough."

"As long as we can get a share of the casino, we can use the casino to launder the money we get from our real business."

"That means more money, more people."

Proctor grabbed his glass and said with a smile, "And more power." ”

After Ethan solved Quentin, he finally felt a little more comfortable, but Brantley still couldn't track it, and there was always a shadow in his heart.

But it's useless to think about it, anyway, it's still the same sentence, the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth.

Looking out the window at the dark night, Ethan didn't stop doing anything, and simply went to the Red Bone Gang to find out Cheton's whereabouts.

He spun the wheel around and drove towards Jabber's house.

As soon as the car stopped, the curtains inside the house were pulled back a corner.

Soon, Jaber walked out.

"Quentin solved?"

Ethan nodded and pulled the garage.

Seeing Ethan walk behind the Ford, open the trunk, and take out the travel bag to check, Jaber asked curiously:

"What are you doing here?"

Ethan closed the trunk of the car, "It's just the right time, I still have some things to do." ”

"Okay, I see."

Garber glanced at his watch, turned and walked back inside.

Ethan took out his phone again, clicked on the map to determine the location, and then started the car and drove out of the garage.

As soon as he drove outside, Ethan smiled helplessly, and then stepped on the brakes.

", no matter what it is, you don't think I'm going to leave you alone, do you?"

Jaber tossed his travel bag into the back seat, then pulled the door open and sat down.

Ethan explained, "Actually, I'm on my own, little things. ”

"In my experience, you need support at all times, no matter what it is."

Jaber waved his hand, "Drive, and tell me, what bullshit do you want to do." ”

He had no choice but to start the car and drive forward.

"Just a few days ago, I was escorting one of the leaders of the Red Bone Gang of the Chino tribe when I was attacked by his men."

Ethan scratched the scar on his forehead, "At that time, a colleague of mine was also hit with a concussion and suffered a head injury. ”

"After she was hospitalized, she also rested at home for two days."

"It's a good courage to dare to openly attack law enforcement officers." Jaber quipped, "That colleague of yours must be a woman." ”

Ethan smiled, didn't answer his words, and said after half a ring:

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

Jaber agrees because he is such a person himself.

After driving for half an hour, Ethan drove off the curb and into the woods.

Under the illumination of the headlights, the two took out their packages and changed them one after another.

Moments later, both men donned their black combat uniforms.

Ethan looked at the AR-15 in Jaber's hand, then at the Colt M1911 in his hand, and he rolled his eyes and slipped the pistol into his holster.

According to the direction given by Nora, Ethan led Garber through the woods.

The moon was exceptionally bright tonight, and the visibility in the woods was good, so Ethan simply turned off his little flashlight.

The sound of rustling is heard from time to time, and the animals are especially active at night.

Several hares suddenly sprang out from the side, scaring Jabber into a cold sweat, and he looked at the gloomy woods and cursed quietly.

"Mom Farke, I'll go back to New York tomorrow."

"Be quiet, it's still ten minutes away."

"Waterfa, we've been walking for half an hour." Jaber gasped.

Ethan had no choice but to stop and let Garber rest for a while before moving on.

Soon, there was a commotion and fire in front of the woods.

The two glanced at each other, leaned down and quietly walked down the hill in front of them.

The two of them hid behind a bush, and Ethan could see a traditional Indian tent scattered in the woods in front of them.

In the open space in the middle, members of the Red Bone Gang with long and short guns drank and had fun in front of several huge bonfires, and coolly dressed Indian girls shook their waists in front of the campfires to the sound of leather drums.

From time to time, when someone got drunk, they went into the tent and started to snap.

Ethan looked carefully, and the entire camp was equipped with all kinds of facilities, and there was a small shooting range for practicing marksmanship.

Outside the camp, there were no guards or patrols.

Jaber grabbed the AR-15 and whispered through gritted teeth:

"Mom mess with Farke, this is the little thing you said, this is a small gang?."

"I didn't say it was a small gang." Ethan whispered back.

No matter how much the Chino tribe is still a tribe, the most powerful Red Bone Gang in it will not only have one or twenty people.

Jaber pulled down his hood and looked over.

"So what now?"

Thanks for the salted fish big head tip, thank you

(End of chapter)