The purpose of coming here tonight has been achieved, and Ethan relaxes.

Thompson saw that Nora really wanted to attack the chief's position, so he also cheered up.

As a member of the Langcid family, Nora has a natural advantage in succeeding the chief.

And after helping Nora to take office, the position of the Standing Committee member is his own, not to mention power, and interests are also indispensable.

He thought for a moment, and said to Nora:

"People who have supported Alex before, I can go and connect."

But after Alex's disappearance, George has been jumping up and down, and he has co-opted a lot of people to wait for this week's tribal council meeting.

"Now that he has the advantage, if you're going to be a chief, you need to think of something."

"Is it just this week?"

Nora turned the Glock in her hand twice, and said with a murderous expression, "You tell me the address, and I'll go and get rid of him tonight." ”

For George Hunter, who has always coveted the position of the chief of his family, according to Nora's character, he will only directly eliminate the other party physically.

Thompson was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Nora to be so murderous.

Ethan coughed lightly: "Mr. Thompson, in the past two days, you will first help contact the people who supported Alex before and take us to talk." ”

"Let's see if the number of votes is enough, and if there are not enough votes, we'll find a way."

You don't need to come up and kill people, that's just the last option.

It is not an easy thing to grab a position, especially when huge interests are involved, and it is often accompanied by countless intrigues and bloody storms.

He is not good at intrigues.

If there are not enough votes at that time, he can only adopt the second method, which he is very good at.

This time it was to help Nora get back what belonged to her, and he could also get huge benefits, and he had already done a good job of psychological construction.

Thompson looked at the murderous appearance of the two people opposite, and immediately mourned for George, the people of the Langcid family were more ruthless than the other, and he was destined to have no chance to sit in the position of chief

While Ethan was on his way to Thompson's residence, Rebecca sat in a large office chair at the Sava Gentlemen's Club, following Procott's example, flipping through the papers in her hand.

Since the last time she proved her loyalty, Procott was released from prison, and soon handed over some of her business to Rebecca.

After all, he has a lot of things to do now, and he also needs someone to take care of something for him.

The Sava Gentlemen's Club is the job that Proctor gave to Rebecca, and in his absence, Rebecca is responsible for the day-to-day operation of the club.

She worked on the financial statements as she moved her mouse and looked at the computer screen.

Procott is in the club, with more than a dozen hidden cameras to monitor the movements of the entire club.

Through more than a dozen split screens on the screen, you can grasp every move in most places inside.

Rebecca zoomed in on one of the screens, her eyes narrowed.

In the strippers' locker room, two security guards are chatting with several strippers and making them laugh.

Rebecca closed the report with a blank face, took something out of the drawer, got up and walked out.

When you get to the dressing room, the laughter is louder, and that never happens when Procott or Borden are at the club.

In Rebecca's opinion, this is undoubtedly a provocation to herself.

She walked up behind the men and looked at them quietly, following Procott's example.

Soon a stripper spotted Rebecca, who had a bad face, from the dressing mirror, and quickly picked up her wig and dressed up in the dressing mirror.

Several other strippers also sat back in their chairs and painted their makeup.

Still, there were one or two people who cast disdainful glances in disguise.

The atmosphere at the scene became quiet, and Rebecca looked at the two security guards who came to the locker room with a cold face:

"I paid you guys to come over and hook up with strippers?"

One of them, who was a little shorter, quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, we're just bored, let's leave now." ”

The tall security officer, seeing that the stripper no longer paid attention to them, saw that the cooked duck flew away tonight, and was pulled out by his colleagues, and said with an unhappy face:

"What are you afraid of, she's just a blue pool of Procott."

Rebecca didn't say a word, her right hand shook hard, and the telescopic slinger in her hand suddenly stretched out.

She strode forward and shouted:

"Hey, look at this."

The tall security guard turned around and saw a black shadow striking at him.

"Poof."

The slingstick hit the skull with a muffled sound.

The security guard shook backwards, and was quickly knocked to the ground by Rebecca with several blows.

The strippers in the locker room all stopped their movements and looked at Rebecca in horror.

"You've got it for me."

Rebecca pointed her flicker at the short security officer who wanted to stop her, her eyes fierce.

The short security guard took two steps back and raised his hands.

Rebecca poked the stick in the face of the man lying on the ground, looked at his pained face and said, "Now it seems that you are my Bichi." ”

The tall security guard scolded angrily: "Fakyu, Bichi. ”

Now is the time for her to stand up, Rebecca immediately makes a decision, and uses all her strength to swing the stick.

The stick whistled down and made a sound of breaking through the air.

"Click."

There was a crisp sound, and the bones were instantly discounted.

"Ahhh

The security officer screamed and rolled on the ground with his severed arm in his arms.

The moment the stick fell, several strippers trembled in their hearts, hurriedly picked up the makeup pen, and didn't dare to look at it again.

Rebecca was so pleased with her masterpiece that she looked around and nodded in satisfaction.

She pointed at the short security guard with her throwing stick in her hand, and said sharply:

"Throw this Bichi out, I don't want to see him here again in the future."

The short security guard nodded hurriedly and dragged the man lying on the ground outside, and the remaining strippers hurriedly put on their makeup and left the locker room.

Rebecca put her stick away, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, and she enjoyed the sense of control.

Walking out of the locker room, the lights were bright outside.

Under her planning, the uniforms of the Sava Gentlemen's Club were more colorful, and the business was much better than before.

She walked over to the bar and walked out the back door with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

It's quiet outside, as if you're back in an Amish settlement.

Rebecca shook her head, putting the past behind her, and she took a hard puff of her cigarette to suppress the excitement of the beating she had just made.

Just halfway through the inhalation, footsteps sounded next to me.

She didn't care, and occasionally a tired stripper would come to the back door to take a cigarette and catch her breath.

The next moment, footsteps quickly approached.

A broad palm slammed down on her forehead, and the massive machete landed on Rebecca's neck.

(End of chapter)