Ethan hung up the phone, took out a bottle of mineral water from the car and rinsed his mouth.

He poured water on his face, hung his badge on his chest, and drove to Procott's villa.

When he came to the door, the police lights flashed and the ambulance had arrived before him.

He and Hood arrived at the scene at about the same time, and on him, too, there was a strong smell of alcohol.

But at this time, no one else can say anything.

After all, it was the middle of the night, and it would be good to be able to come, Hood reluctantly smiled at him, turned around and walked inside.

Ethan let go of the paramedic carrying the body bag and walked down the steps to the backyard.

Brock was taking notes on Procott, and in addition to the smell of alcohol, he could smell a smell of perfume on his body, and the old boy seemed to be in a hot fight with his ex-wife.

Ethan looked around, and the ground was littered with bullet casings and blood stains.

Here, it seems, just after a fierce shootout.

Borden was sitting in a nearby flower bed, with a wound on his arm that was being bandaged by paramedics.

On the edge of the other pool, there were several armed guards.

"I don't know what's going on, I'm resting at home when all of a sudden the gunshots go off."

Procott responded to Brock's inquiries with an impatient expression.

Siobhan walked over and handed the transcript to Ethan, "It's the Red Bone Gang, two dead, one seriously injured, all done by that person." “

She reached out and nodded Boden, then nodded to a few people by the pool:

"The guns they have are all registered, and there is no problem."

Ethan looked through it, and it was nothing more than how things happened, but he didn't expect the Red Bone Gang to be so brave, and the three of them wanted to kill Procott.

Hood patted Brock on the shoulder, told him to go away, and said to Procott:

"This should be what you expected, right?"

"I don't understand what you mean, sheriff."

Hood sneered, "There are no outsiders here, don't pretend, the moment you kill Alex, this war has already begun." ”

Proctor gritted his teeth and said, "Really? ”

"If there is a war, you will know."

Ethan stepped forward, picked up a bloody bullet casing, and threw it to Procott: "They have killed two more people this time, they will not give up, you will continue to receive attacks." ”

"I don't care." Proctor casually took the cartridge casing and threw it aside:

"If Cheton dares to come, I'll kill him too, and so will everyone else, and I'm more than welcome anyone who wants to deal with me."

As he spoke, he stared fiercely at Hood.

If it weren't for this bastard sheriff, I wouldn't be in this predicament.

Kill Alex, and the entire Chino tribe is full of hatred for themselves.

The independence factory was bombed, the source of income was cut off, and today he killed Cage, and he was so happy that he had to spend a lot of money to settle it.

All this, he counted on Hood's head.

If it weren't for the sheriff's badge he was carrying, Proct would have crushed Hood into meat sauce tonight.

"Let me get this straight."

Hood took a step closer and said unceremoniously, "What kind of fight between you and the Red Bone Gang has nothing to do with me. ”

"Clean it up for me, don't call the police and interfere with my sleep."

The big business is gone, he is full of anger, and he can't rush to Carly, so he just vents at this time.

"Farkyu, stay away from me."

Procott said angrily, "You are the sheriff, I am a taxpayer, I paid your salary, do your job for me, and don't let these inferior people invade my house again." ”

Seeing that the two were about to clash, Ethan quickly stepped forward and squeezed Hood away.

There were so many people at the scene, anyway, Procott is now the victim, he was attacked.

Hood's words to him at this time were right in Procott's arms.

If he makes a fuss, Hood will definitely have a hard time.

Emile and Brock also hurriedly walked over to take Hudra away, Ethan shook his head, and opened the transcript:

"Mr. Procout, you just mentioned Cheton, how do you know that he sent someone to do it to you?"

"I thought we could be friends, but I was disappointed."

Prokote looked at him fixedly for a moment, did not answer his question at all, threw off his arms, and walked into the house.

"Cheton has returned to the Chino tribe?"

A voice sounded behind him, with a hint of anger.

He looked at Procott's departing back, put away the notebook, and handed the pen to Siobhan:

"Looks like it should be right."

Ethan reached out to Siobhan for the forehead, and she dodged, but still pouted and stopped.

There is a small scar on it, which was left by the broken window glass of the last police car tumbling into the ditch.

Ethan touched the scar, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes:

"Don't worry, I'll kill Cheton."

"When you say kill him, you mean send him to prison, right?" Siobhan looked at his murderous eyes, and quickly looked around to help him replenish himself.

"Of course."

Ethan realized that he had lost his words and grinned, "That's what you understand." ”

No wonder the Red Bones are so noisy during this time, robbing arms again, and cooperating with George Hunter.

Now even the assassination of Procott has been done, and it turns out that Cheton is the ghost.

He came back just in time, and the old and new accounts were counted together.

After the scene was processed, the time had come to more than two o'clock in the morning, and everyone yawned and went back to their homes.

When Ethan got home, he wanted to ask Nora about Cheton.

Unexpectedly, Nora had already fallen asleep.

She's been busy dealing with the tribe these days, and even with Thompson's help, it still takes a lot of energy.

Ethan didn't bother her anymore, hastily took a shower and went to bed.

The next morning, he was woken up by movement in his body.

The breeze lifts the curtains, and the sun is dazzling.

Nora was in good spirits now, and she was riding her horse to the fullest of the Indians' talent hidden deep in their blood.

Ethan soon came to his senses, turned over and became the master, and began his early morning workout.

After the exercise was over, Ethan stroked her firm lower abdomen:

"I see you're in a good mood and things are going well?

Nora panted: "Yes, it depends on today, the tribal council will be held in the evening, and if nothing else, tomorrow I will be the female chief." “

Ethan patted her lower abdomen: "Don't say such things, I don't like accidents, do you want to bring a gun at night?" ”

"Haha."

Nora laughed, "It was a sacred occasion. ”

"So what?" Ethan hugged her and walked to the shower: "Talk like you care." ”

After taking a shower, the two changed their clothes in the cloakroom.

Ethan remembered what happened last night, and hurriedly asked, "How did you find out about the whereabouts of the Red Bone Gang camp last time?" ”

"What's wrong? Didn't you get rid of George? ”

Nora hung up her holster, "The Red Bones aren't a problem for us right now. ”

"Cheton is back." Ethan wears the duty belt:

"He sent someone to attack Proct last night, and while that has nothing to do with me, you know I have a settling point with Cheton."

"What about the camp last time?" Hearing Cheton come back, Nora's brows furrowed:

"Would you like to go to that place and look for it again?"

"Please, they won't be that stupid."

Ethan shook his head: "The camp has been exposed last time, and normal people will move places, tents are just tents, and they are not built houses." ”

"Okay, I'll inquire today."

Nora habitually unloaded the magazine and checked: "But don't get your hopes up, the people I'm in contact with now have little to do with the Red Bones. ”

Ethan helped her put on a leather jacket: "Just do your best." ”

The two of them dressed up and walked out of the house.

During this time, Nora didn't drive much of a motorcycle for safety reasons, and Ethan's Challenger almost became her exclusive car.

She also can't put down this wild muscle car, and as soon as she gets in the car, she hits the accelerator a few times.

The two cars drove out one after the other and began their day's work.

Banshee Town Police Station, due to what happened last night, several of them sat together and had a morning meeting.

"Guys, I don't want to, but Procott is a taxpayer after all."

Brock took a long sip of coffee: "Even after he is convicted, we have to protect his legitimate rights and interests, not to mention that he is not charged with any crime now." ”

"So what's your idea?" Siobhan's fingers flicked, and the ballpoint pen spun rapidly in her hand.

Brock took a slow sip of his coffee and said very experiencedly.

"My thoughts? It's Procott and I don't care if he dies, anyway, just pretend to be two days and let others see that we're busy. ”

The ballpoint pen in Siobhan's hand suddenly flew up and was caught by Ethan.

She rolled her eyes at Brock, she thought he had some plan for what he had just said.

For his suggestion, Siobhan agreed, nothing more than to make a show and fish collectively.

"I think we still have to find a way to find Cheton."

Ethan threw the ballpoint pen to Siobhan and disagreed:

"Don't forget, the Red Bones have a large number of guns right now, and these guns will most likely point at us at some point in the future."

Brock blinked a few times, remembering the last time he was swept away by several AKs.

He immediately sat up straight and said in a firm tone:

"I agree, I can't let those people go."

Siobhan remembered that day when he was beaten and was powerless, and quickly nodded.

Everyone looked to the side, and Hood was rarely like Emmett, who didn't say a word, and sat on the side in a daze.

"Sheriff?"

Ethan knew he was still thinking about the money in the military base, so he picked up an eraser and threw it over.

"Walter?"

Hood was stunned to find that everyone was looking at him.

Siobhan had no choice but to repeat what had just happened and wait for Hood to make a decision.

Hood gathered his thoughts, thought for a while, and then directly ordered:

"Yes, we can leave Procot alone, but those guns could pose a threat to us."

"Siobhan, Emmett, Brock, you patrol as usual, Ethan and I will go to the residency to have a look."

Brock stood up: "Forget it, I'll go with you too." ”

"Both of you are hands-on, and sometimes communication is important."

Ethan nodded to Hood, Brock's erect little belly, and his bright head, at first glance, looked like an old policeman, and he was still very convincing in appearance.

After Hood made his decision, everyone moved, what to do, what to do.

Ethan buckled his duty belt to his body, and as he looked at the few people walking out, he slowed down.

When Hood came out of the office, the two of them walked out of the door of the police station together.

"Let it go, don't think about it anymore."

"I understand." Hood shook his head: "I just need to tweak. ”

Ethan knew that he was a thief, and he couldn't eat it when he could see it, so it would definitely be difficult for him to slow down.

Looking at the two departing police cars, Ethan made a waiting gesture to Brock, who was sitting in the car, and then raised his chin to the Miles restaurant:

"Look over there."

Inside the restaurant, Carly is handing out food to guests who have come for breakfast.

Hood and Carly happened to look at each other through the glass window, and Carly smiled at him and nodded, continuing to get on with her work.

Hood turned his head: "What's your focus?" ”

"That's a lot of money, yes, but she has to gamble with her life or the rest of her life."

"Honestly, I don't care."

Ethan raised his eyebrows and said, "It's a big deal that after stealing the money, I'll shoot Carly to death, safe and sound, and I can get a little more." ”

"What about you? Can you do such a thing? ”

"So, don't think about it, it's not like you can't live without that money."

Hood was taken aback by Ethan's description, and he had no doubt that Ethan could do such a thing for his own safety.

He hurriedly dispelled the idea of a military base, and reversed his persuasion and said:

"You're right, there are still a lot of opportunities in the future, forget it this time, don't think about it again."

This is normal operation, if she really wants to do this business, Carly has no way to survive left and right, and Hood should try to persuade the others to dispel the idea.

Ethan spread his hands: "I'm sure I don't think about it anymore, right?" ”

Hood nodded hurriedly: "Yes, very sure." ”

"Okay, get in the car."

Ethan quickly ran to the co-pilot, pulled the door and sat in the car.

"Bastard."

Hood could only sit in the back row with a bitter face, his legs curled up.

The two police cars that were wrecked had not yet been repaired, and they had to squeeze one car through.

Brock took gear and quickly drove out of the parking lot.

All the way to the colony, to the small bar where Tommy Ritstone had been looking for him, Brock no longer cares about law enforcement.

He's used to Hood's style, and there's a sheriff to stand up to when the sky falls anyway.

The vehicle came to a distant stop, and they did not rush to get out of the car.

In front of the broken bar, there were several wooden tables, and a dozen people were sitting there drinking, and someone noticed the appearance of the police car and cast a wary look.

"Again, don't use a gun."

Brock said with a solemn face: "Even if they have guns in their hands, they don't dare to use them unless they have to." ”

"Okay, let's see what clues we can find."

(End of chapter)