By the time Ethan returned to the police station, Hood and the others were ready to go.

He parked the car, opened the trunk and threw all the small items inside into the space, then walked to the side, opened the back door of the Victoria Crown and sat inside.

In order not to attract Procotel's attention, he and Hood, Emmett, and Brock travel in a car to the abandoned car disposal plant.

The back row of the police car is unusually narrow, and people of normal size sit in it, and their knees will be pushed up to the back of the front seat.

Of course, his size was fine, and Brock could only sit sideways with an aggrieved expression.

After driving all the way for more than ten minutes, I came to my destination.

All around are abandoned vehicles, layered on top of each other, and all valuable things have been taken out.

There was a screeching grinding sound ahead, and Hood took the lead, and the four of them walked forward along the stacked car shells on both sides.

After walking more than 100 meters, I came to a work shed.

Inside the workshop, a man in a white vest stands behind a lift platform, sparking sparks as he uses a hand-held angle grinder to cut at a red car that rises into the air.

Standing at the workbench next to it were two white men, one in a white T-shirt and with thick black hair.

The other man was wearing a black vest, with a large bald head and an unusually burly figure.

On their bodies, the places that were not covered by their clothes were tattooed with various ** tattoos, and the swastika was particularly conspicuous.

Hood and Brock glanced at each other, and they were in the right place.

The three white men noticed the person in front of them, stopped what they were doing, and the scene was silent, except for the sound of footsteps on the ground with their boots gradually approaching.

Ethan walked forward unhurriedly, and several of them had a very tacit understanding, slowly dispersed, forming a half encirclement towards the work shed.

With only a few meters left to go, Ethan and the others stopped.

Hood took two steps forward and raised his arm to say hello.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."

"I'm coming to Matt Sharp, do any of you know where he is?"

Both of the men standing next to the workbench took a step forward, glancing at the policemen with unkind eyes, especially Emmett, their eyes full of disgust.

The man in the back with the angle grinder casually set the tool aside.

He removed his protective mask, revealing two lightning bolts tattooed on his bald head and neck.

"I'm Matt Sharp."

Sharp took off his gloves and slapped them on his thighs a few times, looking at the badge on Hood's chest.

Hood clasped his hands on his chest, "I have something I want to talk to you about, is it convenient?" ”

"I'm a little busy, sheriff."

Sharp walked under the car with his head down, and said with a serious face:

"I don't know if you read the newspapers, but the economy has been very sluggish lately, and the unemployment rate is as high as 9 percent."

Sharp held on to the dangling tires, "I don't think you should delay the work of hard-working people and prevent them from supporting their families, right?" ”

This fierce tattoo, with such words, made the corners of Ethan's mouth can't help but rise, and he asked the man in the black vest standing opposite:

"Silly big man, has you dude always been so funny to talk about?"

The bald man in the black vest, who was a head taller than him, took a deep puff of the cigarette in his hand and stared at Ethan viciously.

Hood also sneered, "Diligent and honest people, of course I won't delay their work, as for people like you, forget it." ”

Sharp's face sank, he scratched his nose, his eyes fluttering around.

"Listen, we're just coming over and asking you a few questions, and we'll leave right away."

Brock looked at the muscles of several people on the other side, and hurriedly started a round.

At this moment, the only person with hair on the other side reached out and grabbed the large wrench that was placed on the workbench next to him.

He slapped his palms lightly with a wrench, and his eyes kept staring at Emmett like a viper.

"I suggest you put that thing down right away."

Emmett stepped forward and stared at him without fear.

The man with the hair held the wrench tighter, the swastika twitching slightly at the corner of his eye, he sniffed and said:

"Big black man, you became a police officer because of affirmative action, right?"

The strong man in the black vest standing beside him also stepped forward, flicked the cigarette butt in his hand hard, and fell at Emmett's feet, splashing a cloud of sparks.

"I don't know what it's like to go from the back seat to the front seat of a police car, I think you'll enjoy it, right?"

The preferential measures used by affirmative action to take care of minorities and disadvantaged groups, simply put, mean that in the vast majority of jobs, a part needs to be allocated to minorities as compensation and fairness.

The back seat of the police car is the seat of criminals, and objectively speaking, most of the people who sit in the back seat are of African descent.

One of the two mocks Emmett for her inability to work, and the other mocks Emmett's skin color.

"You're right, it's really enjoyable."

Emmett stared at the strong man in the black vest with an expressionless face, clasped his belt with both hands and said:

"But if I could get the boots on your butt, I think I'd enjoy it even more."

"Why do I think it's a good idea?" Ethan lowered his hand from the handle of the gun and moved his arms.

"Oh, little white face, what are you trying to do?" The strong man in the black vest looked at Ethan with disdain on his face.

Sharp stepped out from under the lifting platform, and he raised an eyebrow and said:

"Big black man, don't take it personally, it's not for you alone."

"Mexicans, Asians, blacks, Jews, homosexuals, whoever walks in that uniform in front of us is disgusting."

"I remember you." The man in the white T-shirt waved a wrench at Emmett with a smile on his face.

"You used to be on the college football team, running back, you used to be the man of the hour, why didn't you continue to play football later?"

The man in the black vest walked up to Emmett and said with a sneer:

"I don't think it's that he doesn't want to continue fighting, but that others find out that black people are running fast after stealing things everywhere."

After speaking, the two of them burst out laughing.

Emmett straightened up in the face of this humiliation, just staring at the two of them with a blank face.

"Emmett, calm down."

Brock saw Emmett's hands trembling slightly, and hurriedly said to him.

"Don't worry, I'm calm." Emmett let go of her clenched fist.

"It's okay, you don't need to be calm, you can do whatever you want." Hood was glad to see the white supremacists in front of him suffer.

"Verbal taunts are not yet in line with self-defense agreements, sheriff."

"Life-threatening behavior counts, and these little white trash are not enough to threaten me."

Emmett said mockingly.

He just wanted to provoke a few white supremacists, who could force them to get what they wanted, as long as they did it first.

(End of chapter)