Soon, Ethan walked out of the bedroom fully dressed, wearing a black shirt under his suit.

I don't know what brand Nora bought, it's very comfortable to wear.

With a crisp black suit and shiny leather shoes, the whole person looks bright.

His body is perfectly proportioned, coupled with that handsome face, after being neatly dressed, he doesn't look like a bodyguard, but like a nobleman.

Usually he is either a town police uniform, or jeans, big pants, and a T-shirt and thin jacket that will never change on his body.

Nora also saw Ethan in a formal suit for the first time, and her eyes were full of light.

Ethan tossed his tie aside and unbuttoned two buttons above his shirt.

"Don't you like knotted ties?"

Nora stepped forward to help him straighten his clothes, and the hairpin on her head flashed with light, and the diamonds on it were dazzling.

"Well, that's too restrictive."

Ethan moved his body and felt that his movements were fine, and the clothes that Nora bought for him were the right size and did not affect his movements.

As he turned his body, the gun loomed inside his coat.

"Let's go."

Nora saw that the time was almost up and beckoned Thompson to leave.

According to Thompson, as long as they can make it to the venue, things are 90% successful.

So you must be careful on the road, for fear that some of George Hunt's hardcore allies will not be willing to fail, suspect George's death on Nora's head, and send someone to intercept and kill.

After all, as the person who has been in the most competitive position with George Hunt recently, Nora also has a major suspicion.

Ethan put on his helmet and got on his motorcycle.

Nora sat in the back seat of the Lincoln, driven by Thompson.

The two cars, one in front of the other, drove towards the settlement.

Along the way, Ethan followed the Lincoln to the left and right, beware of someone attacking Nora.

It's not that the Langcid family hasn't trained their own personal guards, and the old chief has been dealing with Proct for so many years, and he can learn a little bit about violent methods.

But at this time, the only things Nora can believe are herself and Ethan.

After all, along with Alex, there were four personal guards missing, and no one knew if those people were dead or defective.

Only after she became a chieftain, after screening, could she use those people with confidence.

The vehicle soon pulled into the boundaries of the reservation, and the street lights were dim.

The roadside has changed from farms to wastelands and woods.

A few bits of light appeared in the rearview mirror, and they were getting closer, and he couldn't hear any movement through the helmet, but the sound behind him was clearly amiss.

Ethan raised his guard, and after a while, the light approached, and three black motorcycles appeared behind him.

As you can see from the rearview mirror, there is a person sitting behind each motorcycle, except for the rider.

Thompson noticed the car following up, and the speed of the Lincoln car increased.

The three motorcycles were still approaching frantically, and Ethan looked at the speedometer, and it was already seventy miles, and the wind was howling.

At this speed, the slightest carelessness will result in a car crash and death.

The other party was obviously not good, he no longer hesitated, and would rather kill the wrong person than let it go.

Ethan grabbed the throttle and reached into his arms.

The silver desert eagle was pulled out by his backhand and quickly raised backwards.

"Bang."

The tires of the motorcycle dozens of meters behind him were burst, and for a while, the people turned over on their backs, and the vehicle slid out on the cement road with inertia, bringing up a long spark.

The two people sitting in the car also flew into the air and fell to the side of the road.

The vehicle was still moving rapidly, and the two men were thrown into the darkness in an instant, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

The remaining two motorcycles were found to have been exposed.

They were no longer polite, and the person sitting in the back immediately took out the AK47 and put it on his shoulder, and fired wildly at Ethan.

It's just that in this state of high-speed movement, it is not easy to hit a small target that is also moving at high speed.

The AK47's recoil also made it more difficult for them to shoot, with bullets flying everywhere.

However, at this time, Ethan did not dare to gamble his luck, although he could not see it, he could feel the bullets flying past him.

The high-speed driving and the AK47 firing frantically behind him made his adrenaline soar.

He quickly turned around and threw another shot, the primer of the bullet was ignited, and the gunpowder detonated.

The bullet spun and burst out of the muzzle, and the next second, it slammed into a rider's helmet visor, wringing his brain to shreds.

The Desert Eagle in Ethan's hand is the largest caliber, and its power is fully exerted at this time.

The warhead did not stop, quickly pierced the rider's helmet, and continued to ram backwards with a wisp of blood.

The gunman in the back seemed to have entered the bullet stop time, and watched as the helmet of the rider in front of him exploded, and a bullet flew towards his face.

He only had time to blink an eye, and the world suddenly went dark.

From the perspective of the rider on the other side, he only saw the man in the black suit in front of him raise his arm, and the flames erupted.

Immediately after that, the two helmets on the motorcycle next to him burst out two clouds of blood mist one after another.

"Shet."

This terrifying scene made him pinch the brakes in an instant.

The motorcycle made a sharp brake sound, shook violently a few times, and flipped violently.

The rider was tossed aside with the gunner, and when the rider limped to his feet, the horrific taillights drew a red line and disappeared into the darkness.

The gunman sat up, took off his helmet and shouted excitedly:

"Fake, you're doing the right thing."

Looking at the two people who were blown up by a shot dozens of meters behind, the gunman's face was covered with sweat.

Ethan saw that the remaining motorcycle slowed down instantly, the body shook a few times, and the people in the car flew up, and he also felt inexplicable.

I obviously just pulled the trigger, why did both motorcycles overturn.

But the danger was gone, and he didn't think much about it, shoved the pistol back, twisted the accelerator and caught up with the Lincoln.

Driving his motorcycle to the driver's seat, he nodded at Thompson.

Thompson breathed a sigh of relief, gave him a thumbs up, and slowed down.

Iron Hook Town, which is the heart of the entire settlement.

The aboriginal families living in the neighborhood are all in good condition, and they can be regarded as the middle and upper class of the tribe.

The Chino Police Station is just around the corner, maintaining stability here.

The Lincoln came to a slow halt, a low, low-rise building that looked dilapidated from the outside.

"Together with the chief, there are thirteen tribal commissioners."

As soon as Ethan pulled his motorcycle next to Lincoln, Thompson lowered the window and told him about the situation: "Alex is missing, George Hunter is missing, and now there are only eleven people left." ”

"Since George Hunter's disappearance, the gang that supported him has been thrown into chaos."

"There are already six people who have made it clear that they support Nora, more than half."

Ethan took off his helmet, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

He nodded at Thompson, and the killing intent forced Thompson's heart to feel as if it had been clenched for a moment.

"Who do you think sent the person who attacked and killed us just now?"

Thompson shook his head: "I don't know, anyone can possibly." ”

"Okay."

Ethan had no choice but to give up, get off the motorcycle, and pull the car door.

Nono stretched out her heels and stepped on the ground, the black ropes of the shoes wrapped around her white ankles, looking full of charm.

She patted the dust on Ethan's clothes with a smile in her eyes: "It seems that you are having a good time." ”

"It's okay."

Ethan grinned, consciously standing behind Nora.

Nora retracted her smile, she didn't expect that someone would dare to arrange for a gunman to attack and kill her, and if someone dared to fill in her back, she wouldn't mind using thunderous tactics.

When they tried to go inside, a man in the distance came running quickly.

The person who came was Sergeant Yaz from the Chino Police Station, and he didn't look lazy at all today, which was a good spirit.

"Good evening, Commissioner Thompson."

He greeted Thompson with a smile on his face, and then looked at the bright and touching Nora next to him: "This must be Miss Nora, right?" ”

"I'm Sergeant of the Chino Police Department, Carl Jaz, and I've never had the opportunity before, so allow me to express my regret here."

"Thank you."

Nora nodded in acknowledgement, not knowing who he was at first, but after hearing him report his home, she raised her eyebrows and stepped away to reveal Ethan standing behind.

Yaz's smile froze instantly, Ethan's appearance was very recognizable, he hadn't seen him for a long time, and of course he wouldn't forget it.

Ethan greeted him with a smile, "Hello Sheriff Yaz." ”

"Hello."

Only then did Yaz react, put away his shocked expression, and hurriedly reached out to Ethan to shake it.

"By the way, forget what you call it?"

The small town policeman during the day actually turned into a handsome man with a remarkable temperament standing behind Nora, and the relationship between the two is not simple at first glance.

His intestines suddenly repented, he shouldn't have had that addiction today.

"You're so polite, Sergeant Yaz."

Ethan smiled and shook his hand: "Just call me Morgan, I'm just Miss Nora's personal bodyguard now." ”

Seeing his smiling face, Yaz suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly shook his hand with him a few times:

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Morgan."

Yaz didn't believe the of a personal bodyguard, he had never seen an employer help a private bodyguard dust off his body.

He was far away just now, and he didn't see his face clearly, but now that he already knows, he has to change his way.

"Sorry, we're going to a meeting."

Nora said lightly and led the way to the house.

Yaz hurriedly stepped out of the way, looking at the figures of the few of them leaving with a smile on his face.

His little abacus clanged, and he was thinking about what excuse he was going to find to get in touch with the town police officer of this banshee town police station.

After they walked away, Nora asked puzzledly, "Aren't you going to replace him?" ”

"That's right."

"And you're still like that?"

"Laugh and it doesn't cost anything." Ethan glanced at Thompson: "There's no need to set up an enemy, it's not me who replaced him anyway." ”

Thompson staggered and looked at Ethan with a grim expression.

Ethan turned around and saw Sheriff Yaz standing there with his chin propped up, and he didn't know what he was thinking: "What is Yaz doing here, he doesn't seem to have that qualification, right?" ”

Thompson said disdainfully: "It's just familiar in front of the commissioners." ”

When George Hunter was still around, Yaz was more or less a figure, but now he has become a rootless tree.

There is a security gate in the middle of the gate, where everyone is screened.

"Haha."

A dark-haired man in front of him took off his cigar and spat on it.

Nora furrowed her eyebrows and looked at her coldly.

The black-haired man shook his legs, noticed a few people standing behind him, and quickly turned around.

When he noticed Nora standing behind him, his eyes were stunned and his expression was strange.

He quickly sorted out his facial expression and said hello:

"Commissioner Thompson."

"Commissioner Lynch."

Lynch squeezed the cigar's hand and took a hard puff of the cigar and sprayed the smoke in front of them: "Nora, listen to me, the position of the chief is very important, you are still young, you can't grasp it." ”

"Really?"

Nora waved her hand and fanned away the smoke, "Then who do you think can handle it, George Hunt?" ”

A flash of anger flashed in the Lynch's eyes, and he threw his cigar to the ground and walked briskly inside.

Ethan kicked his cigar aside: "He's George Hunt's ally?" ”

"That's right."

Thompson stepped forward to be examined, and there were so many people here that he didn't say anything more.

"Didi, Didi."

Ethan, as the only non-Indian here, was the focus of observation, and the moment the voice sounded, everyone next to him looked at him.

Ethan reached into his arms and pulled out his pistol.

Seeing the Desert Eagle he took out, the security officer swallowed a little bit, checked that he didn't have a spare magazine, and said:

"Please get the bullet out, thank you."

"Okay."

Ethan unloaded the magazine and withdrew the remaining five bullets inside.

He pulled the sleeve again, and the last bullet flew out of the bomb port and fell into the plastic basket beside him, which was already covered with a dense layer of various bullets.

After confirming that he had no bullets on him, the security guards let him go.

Walking around the corner inside, Ethan unloaded the empty magazine in front of Thompson and Nora, played around with it, and took a spare magazine out of the space.

Seeing him magically pull out a spare magazine, Thompson's eyes widened:

"How did you do that?"

Ethan slapped the magazine into his pistol, put it back in the holster, and said with a smile:

"It's a secret."

Nora felt more confident and walked inside with her slender legs.

Compared to the dilapidated exterior, the interior is unusually gorgeous.

Walking into the conference room, it was already full of people, and they were the last in this wave.

On the oval-shaped long table, there were three empty chairs, and the other seats were full, all of them were old Indians, many of whom were gray-haired elders.

Behind most of them, a burly bodyguard stood against the wall.

In the corner on the side, sage was lit, and the smoke was filled, and the atmosphere inside was solemn.

Seeing Nora appear, everyone turned their eyes to him.

There is appreciation, and there is hatred.

Thompson closed the door to the conference room and headed inside, coming to a spot near the top.

He was able to connect with George Hunter before, and he still has a certain status.

Nora took a few steps forward and stood next to the table.

"Alright, now everyone is here."

Thompson sat down after looking around, cleared his throat, and continued:

"It's clear to everyone why they're here today."

"It is very regrettable that in a short period of time, the chief of our tribe, Alex Langcid, and the standing committee member, George Hunt, have disappeared one after another."

"We will always remember their contribution to the tribe."

(End of chapter)