When Emmett said they were all white little trash, the brawny man in the black vest in front of him clenched his fists.

Hood paced back and forth, grabbed his chin and said, "I can't do anything after being scolded, is this still stipulated in the self-defense agreement?" ”

"That's right." Hood raised his head and said to the few people in front of him with a playful smile:

"I forgot to tell you that his wife is white, isn't it a very good match."

The three white supremacists instantly turned their eyes on Emmett, and if his gaze could turn into a chaotic arrow, Emmett would have pierced his heart with ten thousand arrows at this time.

Ethan frowned at this point, Hood shouldn't have said such a thing.

Although they all wanted to provoke these people, it was another way, he said, Emmett would be remembered by these white supremacists, and his family would be vulnerable to retaliation.

At this time, Emmett spread her hands and raised an eyebrow at the person in front of her.

The brawny man in the black vest gritted his cheeks like an enraged bull, and he opened his arm and punched Emmett in the face.

The punch landed on his face and was eaten hard by Emmett standing still, only his head swinging with his fist.

He turned his head and bared his white teeth at the strong man in the black vest.

"Now it's a self-defense pact."

"Farkyu, Nigo."

The man in the vest saw the blood between Emmett's teeth, cursed angrily, and punched his fist again with a strong wind.

The emir quickly ducked and landed a left hook to his side.

Seeing this, the man in the T-shirt pounced with a big wrench.

Brock burrowed his head into the collision, and the latter came first, pounced on him, and the two landed next to an abandoned car together.

At this time, Sharp took the opportunity to spread his legs and run back.

"Shet"

Hood cursed and chased after him quickly.

Emmett was the same size as the man in the vest, standing in place like two bulls, swinging his arms and punching each other with a single shot.

Brock managed to push the T-shirt man to the ground and excitedly punched him in the face.

It's a pity that his body is too clumsy, and his stomach affects his performance, and the punch he picked out was easily dodged by the T-shirt man who was pressed under him.

Instead, the man in the T-shirt grabbed him by the shoulders and flipped Brock over.

The two switched positions in an instant, and the T-shirt man's hand rose and fell, and hit Brock with a snap.

"Ahh

Brock let out a cry of pain as he closed his eyes and shouted as he watched his massive fist smash down into his eye socket again.

"Ethan, help me."

With a loud "bang", Brock trembled and quickly opened his eyes.

The T-shirt man in front of him had disappeared, and Ethan straddled him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ethan had followed Hood to catch up, but he didn't expect Brock to be knocked to the ground in two or three strokes and punched.

He stopped and turned back.

As Brock shouted his name, Ethan kicked him in the air.

The stiff combat boots crashed into the face of the T-shirt man with a thousand momentum, kicking him directly away.

The impact sent his head to the side, slamming into the car, and the man in the T-shirt held his head and groaned in pain.

After the tank top man and Emmett punched each other a few times, they were hit by Emmett's powerful fist.

His successive punches were easily dodged by Emmett, who hit him in the chin with an uppercut that sent his head buzzing.

Emmett took advantage of his illness to kill him, and rushed towards the shell of the car next to him with his hands on the bald man.

"Bang."

A pit was instantly sunk in the top of the car's shell, and the bald man in the vest lay on the ground and convulsed after being hit hard.

Emmett stepped forward and kicked him hard in the ass, breathing a sigh of relief.

Ethan stretched out his arm and pulled Brock up, "You should be easy to handle this kind of goods, right, is this a mistake?" ”

Brock patted the dust on his body and said helplessly:

"No way, there are too many stones on the ground, and my feet are slippery."

Ethan gave him a thumbs up in his heart, as long as he was given a pole, he could slide down and get off the stage with a perfect score.

He walked to the other side, "Emmett, you're alright. ”

"It's never been that good."

Emmett turned around, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and smiled comfortably.

As a black man, even if he is a police officer, it is common for him to encounter discrimination when he goes out on duty.

He was relieved to be able to severely beat up these white supremacists who put discrimination on the surface.

Ethan stepped forward and looked at the strong man in the black vest lying on the ground, with a huge boot print on his pants.

He unceremoniously stretched out his foot and kicked it a few times, blurring the boot print.

Hood ran backwards after Sharp to an open parking lot.

It was filled with abandoned vehicles, and Sharp panicked and scurried around like a mouse.

He came out of an abandoned vehicle and stopped on his feet.

Looking at the muzzle of the black hole in front of him, a drop of sweat flowed down his forehead.

"Run."

Glock in Hood's hand nodded, "Why don't you keep running." ”

Sharp raised his hands and took two steps back with his lips pouted.

"What do you want to know, strip."

Hood sneered and said, "Since you don't plan to run anymore, then tell me that you know about Procott's pill making." ”

After a run of Sharp, his bald head covered in sweat, he smiled and wiped his head, then put his hands down.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Sharp shook his head and took two steps forward, pressed his bare head against the muzzle of the gun, and looked straight at Hood with his eyes, "If you have the ability, you will kill me." ”

"Okay."

Hood shook his head and lowered his pistol.

Just as Sharp breathed a sigh of relief, Hood flew up and hit him between his legs.

"Fakyu."

Sharp screamed, his legs unnaturally crooked, and fell to his knees.

"Let me remind you."

"You're a delivery driver." Hood grabbed his bald head and knocked Sharp over with a punch.

"You depart from Banshee Town and make deliveries to Philadelphia."

Hood helped him to his feet, and threw another punch, blood splattering and staining the grass red.

Sharp fell to the ground with his nose crooked to the side, and Hood rode on top of him.

"Do you want me to continue?"

Sharp shook his stunted head and spat out a mouthful of bloody spit.

"Who told you that?"

"This has nothing to do with you, you say it or not."

"Fakeu, arrest me." Sharp's neck turned red, gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Even if you send me to prison, I won't die, do you think I'm going to betray someone like Procott for you?"

Hood saw that Sharp was not getting any oil and salt, and he was so angry that he stuffed Glock back into his holster.

"Mom Fark, I'm sure you won't betray Procott for me."

"But I'm sure you'll be for it."

Sharp saw Hood's fierce eyes, and his heart panicked.

"Shet, what do you want to do?"

(End of chapter)