Emmett and the ambulance arrived almost at the same time, and the paramedics who came to the scene were already surprised to see the corpses all over the ground.

With the joint efforts of several people, the scene was quickly cleared.

As for the members of the Red Bone Gang who were robbed of the arms, there was no monitoring at the scene, and there were no eyewitnesses, so they could only be taken slowly.

The three men who remained at the scene were killed, leaving only a small pickup truck on the side of the road with no useful clues.

On the side of the Genoa base, several menacing military jeeps soon drove in.

A dozen heavily armed GIs jumped out of the car, and after asking Hood about the situation with unkind faces, they left the scene with the truck.

Noon, Myers Restaurant.

"Although this kind of case can generally only be put aside and eaten ashes, and when it comes to people from the Chino tribe, we have no law enforcement power."

Picking up the three-tiered beef cheeseburger on the plate, Ethan took a big bite of the meat, chewed it a few times, and continued:

"But the Red Bones have a conflict with us, and I think we need to find out about the situation."

"Anyway, at least be mentally prepared."

Hood nodded, and rolled up the macaroni on the plate with a fork: "After lunch, let's go to the Genoa base together to meet their person in charge." ”

"Don't worry, I'll talk about it after eating."

Ethan doesn't like to be in a hurry when eating, and enjoys that taste.

He took a large sip of the watered-down version of the Coke that Daria had made for him, and hiccuped comfortably.

After lunch, they changed into a police car and headed to the Genoa base.

Ten minutes later, the police car slowly stopped in front of the gate of a small military training base.

Two soldiers with loaded guns stood guard at the gate.

One of the black buddies walked over and looked at the badge on Hood's body, "Good afternoon, sheriff." ”

"How can I help you?"

"Hello."

Hood nodded to him and put his arm on the window: "Who is your person in charge here?" ”

After looking at him and Ethan, the black buddy soldier spoke:

"The person in charge is Colonel Stowe, Sergeant."

Hood reached out and took Ethan's badge, then took off his badge as well, and handed it to the black buddy soldier: "Please contact Colonel Sturt, I need to see him." ”

The black buddy soldier checked the badge and handed it back to Hood:

"Do you have an appointment?" Sheriff. ”

"I just got his name from you, how can I make an appointment?"

"You won't be allowed to enter the base without permission."

Hood looked at the earnest-looking GI, and his fingers resting on the window flicked a few times:

"I don't know if you've heard that three Marines at your base were killed about eight miles from here this morning."

The GI nodded, his face solemn.

"It's a homicide investigation, and that's my permission."

Hood pursed his lips and continued, "In addition, the bandits who killed your Marines were killed by me and my colleagues, and I think it's worth at least a phone call." ”

"Wait a minute, sheriff."

The GI smiled at the two of them, turned and walked towards the sentry post next to the gate, picked up an internal phone and called.

After a while, the door slowly opened.

"Sheriff, drive two hundred meters inside, stop before turning left into the second house, please don't move around."

"Okay, thanks."

Hood waved at the black GI and drove into the Genoa military base.

Along the way, everywhere is heavily guarded.

Iron nets, military vehicles, and patrolling soldiers were everywhere, and the roar of helicopters sounded in the sky.

As soon as they got out of the car, a soldier in a camouflage combat uniform walked briskly towards them.

He was tall and burly, with a resolute look in his eyes.

When walking, the waist pole is straight, and the distance taken with each walk seems to have been measured with a ruler.

This kind of person is a hammer, a hammer that has been tempered by mold.

They see everything like nails, and they only think about violent solutions, and Hood is especially familiar with this kind of person, and he once almost became one of them.

"Sheriff."

Hood shook his hand: "Hello, Colonel Stowe. ”

Colonel Sturt felt the rough calluses on Hood's palms and nodded at him.

"Officer."

"Good afternoon, Colonel."

He also shook hands with Ethan, who was standing on the side, his skin was delicate, only a thin layer of calluses.

Colonel Sturt's eyes flashed with disdain, and then he looked at Hood.

"I'm waiting for your arrival, Sheriff."

Hood knew that he was just polite, nodded and said:

"I want to tell you first how sorry I am, what happened this morning was a tragedy."

"They have accompanied me nine times in Afghanistan and Iraq, and I lost my life during daily training at the old base in Banshee Town, Pennsylvania."

Colonel Stowe took off his hat and clenched his cheeks:

"I don't even know how to tell their family how this damn thing happened."

"Come with me."

Colonel Stowe turned around and led the two of them inside, passing through an iron mesh gate guarded by GIs, and dozens of meters forward to a circular building with a concrete façade.

In the middle is a wide iron gate, and looking at its sturdy appearance, not a single truck can hit it.

Colonel Stowe walked to the small door next to him, which was also a solid iron door, and he stretched out his palm and pressed it in front of the LCD screen next to him, and said loudly:

"Colonel Douglas Stowe."

The screen lit up with ripples, the red light turned green, and the iron door clicked open.

The security system on top requires not only fingerprint recognition, but also voice recognition.

It is worthy of being a military base, heavily guarded.

Follow Colonel Sturt into the iron gate, and the room is a large arc-shaped space, in which a dozen GIs are busy carrying things.

Hood looked around and asked curiously, "Are you going to close this place?" ”

"It's not moving out, it's moving in."

Colonel Stowe walked inside: "They're cleaning up the place so they can store the things they brought back from the war zone, guns, valuables, unique items, you name it. ”

A few GIs in front of them, carrying a large box, walked briskly past and looked away.

Ethan and Hood stopped uncontrollably, staring blankly at a corner in front of them.

In a vault about seven or eight square meters in size, there is a hill of banknotes more than one meter high on the ground, and a large amount of cash is also stacked on the three shelves behind it.

When the spoils were distributed before, the cash piled up on the pool table was not worth mentioning compared to here.

Two GIs in the vault were counting the numbers, and one of them vigorously picked up a large stack of banknotes held in film from the banknote mountain and put them on the shelves.

"Bang"

The dull sound made both of them, and their hearts beat with it.

(End of chapter)