Rebecca shook her fingers and the cigarette fell to the ground.

She looked horrified at the machete around her neck, stained with blood, as if it would cut into her neck in the next moment.

The machete was quickly released, but the hand holding down the forehead was even harder.

Immediately after, a voice like thunder sounded:

"Look at me, white chick."

Rebecca looked up, and behind her thick arms was a tall Indian, his head glossed and covered in tattoos.

"Who are you? I don't know you. ”

Rebecca asked in horror, trembling all over.

The ferocious power of beating people just now has disappeared without a trace.

"My name is Cheton, Cheton Ritterstone."

The Indian looked at the white girl in front of him with disdain, her slender neck as if it could be wrung off with a single force.

The man was Cheton, who had returned to Banshee Town from New Orleans, and when he returned to the Horde, he easily regained the Redbones.

After putting the affairs of the gang in order, the first thing he did was to run to declare war on Procott.

Cheton let go of his large hand, and then grabbed Rebecca by the neck.

Feeling the pumping of the blood, Cheton was excited, but he was not interested in doing anything to a little girl:

"I know you're Procott's niece."

Cheton leaned into Rebecca's ear and said in a deep voice, "Tell Procott that Alex will not die in vain, and he will pay the price." ”

After the declaration of war was issued, Cheton quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Rebecca's feet went limp, and she fell to the ground.

For a moment, she felt that she was dead, and in front of this Cheton, she seemed to be a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

After breathing heavily, she wiped the tears from her face and pulled out her phone with trembling hands.

Ten minutes later, Procott's Rolls-Royce hastily stopped at the door of the club, and when he walked into the office, Rebecca sat on the sofa with her eyes blank.

Seeing Procott appear, she hurriedly ran over and threw herself into his arms.

Rebecca hadn't recovered from the shock, her body was still trembling a little, Procott patted her on the back, then grabbed Rebecca's arms and asked:

"What's going on?"

"I went to the back door to rest, and the man suddenly appeared with a machete on my neck." Rebecca remembered Cheton, gritted her teeth and said:

"The man said his name was Cheton and that he was here for Alex and that you were waiting for his revenge."

Procott's eyes narrowed, Cheton was no stranger to him, one of the few people in the neighborhood who dared to contend with him, and had heard that he had fled to other places.

Unexpectedly, for the sake of Alex's affairs, he returned to Banshee Town again.

Rebecca asked worriedly, "What should we do?" ”

"Don't worry, I know this person." Procott walked over and said with a sneer: "He was not my opponent before, and he will not be my opponent in the future." ”

"Your safety does need to be taken care of, though."

Proctor opened the safe inside and took out a small pistol from it: "This is Glock 43, I bought it for you to defend yourself, I forgot to give it to you." ”

"Thank you."

Rebecca took the pistol, put it in her hand and looked at it, the pocket-sized pistol was just right in her hand, and withdrew the magazine, which contained six 9mm rounds.

Procott had trained her to use a pistol, and Rebecca checked it and held it tightly.

With a gun in hand, at least you have a certain ability to resist.

"You like to wear skirts, wear this." Proct took out a quick-draw holster from the safe and handed it to her.

This thing can be strapped directly to the thigh for added concealment.

Rebecca's sense of security increased with her pistol, and she kissed Procott on the cheek, and her horror quickly subsided.

She tucked her pistol into her holster and asked, puzzled:

"Why would those Indians be so quick to suspect us?"

Procott sat back at his desk and exhaled: "Of course they will suspect me, these people are not police officers, and the evidence is not important to them. ”

"Don't worry, after the matter in Philadelphia is settled, I will solve Cheton as soon as possible."

He rested his feet on the table and said with a solemn expression:

"Borden is preparing to resume production, and the most important thing for us now is to get the channel back.

Over the next two days, Ethan and Nora, under Thompson's leadership, made frequent attacks.

Either know it for profit, or move it for a gun.

Soon, most of the members who originally supported the Langcid family were brought back, and although a lot of power had been formed, the votes were not enough.

At the same time, George noticed Nora's movements, and he also stepped up his efforts to win over votes.

"Be careful."

Ethan was thinking about what to do next when Hood shouted from the side.

Two large wild boars with a few piglets suddenly burst out of the curb, and he quickly swung the steering wheel to avoid the group of rampaging guys.

Hood looked at the notebook in his hand, shook his head and said:

"There have been more and more wild boars recently, and several farmers have come to the police station and are willing to pay for us to help eradicate these scourges."

Ethan gathered his mind and looked to the side:

"You're becoming more and more like a sheriff now, do you really plan to do this job forever?"

"I get this salary now, and of course I have to do this job well." Hood grinned and scratched his head:

"I didn't know, but Tifa found me yesterday."

Tifa is the daughter of Hood and Carly, who is now exactly fifteen or sixteen years old, a teenage rebellious girl.

Ethan held the steering wheel with one hand and yawned:

"She knows?"

"That's right."

Hood rubbed his head and said with a headache, "I don't know who said Gordon and Carly, since she already knows, I can't just walk away." ”

When Tifa came to the door, he also startled Hood.

It's one thing to know that you have a daughter, it's another thing for Tifa to find the police station and call her father.

At the time, Hood was at a loss and didn't know what to do with Tifa.

Ethan slapped the steering wheel: "Last time you said that FBI agent Racine already knew your identity?" ”

"Yes, he saw me in the diamond case back then, but I didn't see him."

Thinking of Racine, Hood pouted, "When Carly was released from prison, he found us and revealed my identity, but he died soon after. ”

"I know what you mean, but I don't think the dead can speak."

"So my identity is not at risk of being leaked for the time being, and I can stay here with Tifa for a while."

Ethan shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently:

"It's good that you're okay."

At this moment, the radio that had been silent for a long time also sounded:

"Sheriff, there has been a report of an exchange of fire on Poundfield Highway 15."

(End of chapter)