After Thompson's words fell, there was a minute of silence.

No matter how Alex and George Hunter struggled during their lifetimes, after their deaths, they still have to be given corresponding dignity.

After a long minute or so, Thompson said aloud:

"Throughout the history of the tribe, there have always been heroic leaders who have led us along the way, protected us, and perpetuated us."

"And let our culture, our traditions, continue to live on in this world."

Thompson turned his head and pointed at Nora with a proud face:

"Nora Langcid, she comes from the great family of Chief Chino."

"No one has contributed as much to our Chino tribe as the Langcid family."

"Benjamin Langcid, in particular, has done something unmatched for the Tribe, and we are sorry that we have lost this great leader."

When Thompson mentions Benjamin Langcid, Ethan notices Nora's hands clenched tightly.

If she could, she wouldn't want to be a chief.

She just wants her father and brother to live, although there are grievances, disagreements, and resentments, but there is also a bit of family affection.

And now, it all dissipates in the smoke of sage.

When she was in a daze, Thompson did not stop talking, he accentuated his tone: "Nora Langcid, the daughter of Benjamin, inherited his bravery and wisdom. ”

"I believe that she will be able to continue to lead the Chino tribe forward in this complicated era."

Thompson stood up and slowly raised his arm:

"So, here, I call on you to vote for Nora Langsid as the chief of our Chino tribe."

The rich voice echoed in the conference room, and the scene ushered in the most important moment.

Ethan didn't expect that Thompson would be red with a bayonet as soon as he came up.

Just a few words to see the real chapter, these people don't know what it means to talk about family life first, pick up some inconsequential little things to warm up?

The committee members had long since become accustomed to the style of work that had been carried over from the Benjamin period, and one after another people raised their hands in Thompson.

One vote.

Three votes.

Five votes.

There were a total of eleven valid votes on the spot, and there was still one shortfall for Nora to be elected.

Finally, a gray-haired elder raised his hand tremblingly.

"Bang."

Just as Ethan put his heart down, the old man's raised hand was pressed by a person next to him, and the two palms slapped on the table with a muffled sound.

"I'm against it."

The cacophony resounded through the room, startling everyone.

"Bang."

Thompson slapped the table with his hands angrily: "Lynch, do you understand the rules, what are you against?" ”

The person who shouted against it and forcibly suspended the vote was the same Lynch he had just met outside the door.

He took a bite of a thick cigar and said with a hideous face:

"I'm just against it, how about it?"

"Why are you opposed, give your reasons." One of the committee members, who didn't raise his hand just now, hurriedly pulled up the side frame.

"Bullshit, enough votes."

Thompson banged on the table, he didn't want to see any surprises.

"Thompson, don't you even let anyone else talk?" Two more committee members clamored.

Thompson was afraid of seeing this situation, so he cut through the mess just now, but he didn't expect to be forcibly found by them.

He was about to say something, but noticed that Nora winked at him.

Thompson had to control himself: "Okay, Lynch, I'm going to see what you can say." ”

Lynch flicked the cigar ash and spat on the ground: "No one in the Langcid family is qualified to be a chief in the future." ”

The white-haired elder withdrew his hand and looked at Lynch:

"Speak your case and take responsibility for your words."

"Of course I'll be responsible."

Lynch took out a document from the briefcase beside him and threw it on the table: "I have here the accounts of the Chino Moon Casino, which prove that Alex Langcid made false accounts. ”

"He lost a lot of money and worked on the accounts."

"If you don't believe it, see for yourselves." Lynch bit down on his cigar and said loudly:

"Alex Langcid sent a lot of money to Proct in the casino, and I think everyone knows who Procott is."

"In this regard, I feel that the people of the Langcid family are no longer suitable to be chiefs."

As the words fell, Lynch looked at Thompson defiantly.

Nora's eyes flashed with murderous intent as she quickly grabbed her head, and a sharp metal hairpin appeared in her hand.

There were so many people at the scene, only Ethan noticed her movements.

No one knows that Nora is also a murderous master.

Nora pulled her hairpin across the hem of her skirt, followed by an arrow step onto the long table.

"Da, da, da."

The sound of high heels stepping on the wooden table quickly approached Lynch, and he noticed that something was wrong and quickly raised his head.

Before Lynch could speak, a cold light flashed.

A hairpin more than ten centimeters long pierced through his jaw in an instant, straight through his brain.

Nora grabbed him by the hair again and slammed it down on the table, the hairpin completely sinking into Lynch's head.

This scene of murder frightened everyone except Ethan.

The bodyguards brought by Lynch hurriedly rushed forward, but retreated at a faster speed.

Ethan didn't know when, he had already appeared next to the bodyguard, and kicked the bodyguard several meters away with a ferocious straight kick.

"Bang."

When the bodyguard landed, he knocked over several chairs next to him, and he rolled on the ground a few times, spitting blood in his mouth.

For a moment, everyone did not dare to move.

Nora knelt down on one knee on the table, grabbed and dragged Lynch onto the wooden table.

She stomped heavily on Lynch's head, her slender and powerful thighs sticking out of her torn dress, full of violent beauty.

"Who else is going to object."

Nora's eyes were full of murder, and she gritted her teeth and roared:

"The dignity of the Langcid family is not to be offended, and Alex and my father are not to be discredited."

"If any of you question me, no problem."

"This bastard dares to question my brother, and that's the price he pays."

"Do you still have that mommy Falk to try?"

Nora's roaring voice echoed in the room, and the scene was silent, and the few committee members who had not raised their hands just now lowered their heads.

The few people who raised their hands and agreed that she should be the chief even cast appreciative glances, and they were originally worried about whether a woman would have a problem as a chief.

Now it seems that Norabi Alex shines.

Seeing that no one was talking anymore, Nora stretched out three fingers and pulled out her hairpin.

A stream of blood immediately flowed out, and she took the hairpin and wiped it on Lynch's clothes a few times, and then reinserted it back into her head:

"Now, I, Nora Langcid, will be the chief."

"Who is in favor!"

"Who is against !!"

This time, no one objected, and the remaining 10 committee members raised their hands one after another and unanimously passed the vote.

When the dust settled, Ethan walked by.

He threw one of the chair legs that had just been smashed apart on the round table, and another one to the bodyguard next to him.

"Everyone has a stick, everyone has a share."

"If anyone doesn't do it, then don't blame me for doing it."

Although the tone is light, it is full of murderous intentions.

Everyone at the scene looked sideways, and they didn't know where Nora had gone to find such a person.

Ethan's kick just now subdued everyone on the scene.

Thompson took the lead, and without hesitation, he picked up the stick and struck it at Lynch, who was lying on the table.

The bodyguards in the room, also under Ethan's watchful eye, lined up to interrupt Lynch's bodyguards.

The so-called bodyguards are actually young people with better skills in the tribe.

Now it's Nora who is the top boss and kills people in public, and if someone doesn't follow, she can only force others to do something to you.

This is also the method that Ethan came up with in a hurry.

Everyone has a share, and naturally no one will make up their minds about Nora in this matter.

Nora, with the sound of a stick, stretched her long legs on the table and walked to the top of the long table, all the way to the tallest chair.

This is also the chair that my brother, father, and ancestors used to sit on.

Now, with Ethan's help, Nora is seated safely.

The meeting ended quickly, and after successfully taking the position of chief, Nora signed document after document, led by the tribal lawyer, and pocketed the most important rights.

Because Alex had just died, she was reluctant to make a big deal out of it, and a simple inauguration ceremony was held immediately.

The heads and faces of the tribe had been waiting outside for a long time, and they were all received by Nora, and they were busy all night, and they tossed her enough.

But that's not the end of the story, a few days later, the Chino tribe's partners and nearby leaders will be invited to a drinking party to celebrate Nora's new chieftaincy.

Internally, it can be simply handled, but externally, which involves the issue of tribal image.

A low-key and extravagant reception is essential.

At the same time, Nora had her lawyer draft a share transfer agreement, but it was still blank in the place of signature.

As long as Ethan signs and Nora and gives it to the lawyer to complete the change process, he will receive a six-percent stake in the company owned by the Chino Moon Casino.

Ethan understood what Nora meant, and she kept her promise.

Next, as soon as Procott died, Nora would sign the pledge, and he would receive the two million a year.

The pie is not only drawn, but also half done, depending on how you eat it.

The filling is tempting enough, but the crust is unusually toothy, and I don't know if I can chew on it.

Even if I was prepared, I was busy with everything in the middle of the night.

The new Standing Committee member Thompson showed no signs of tiredness, and he excitedly sent Nora and Ethan out the door:

"Are you sure you don't need me to send you back?"

"No, you don't."

Ethan waved his hand, put on his helmet, and straddled onto the motorcycle.

With a hint of excitement in her weariness, Nora got into the back seat of her motorcycle and hugged Ethan tightly.

After a few roars from the motorcycle's exhaust pipe, a thug in a suit carries an Indian beauty in a tattered dress into the night.

The next morning, Ethan whistled to the police station.

Although the share reward has not yet been obtained, the reward of the beauty is spared, and with Nora's strong cooperation, he fully enjoys the joy of conquering the new female chief.

"Ethan, here's a document."

Alma stood up from the front desk and handed Ethan a yellow file bag with a few large letters on it that read FBI Classified.

"What is this?"

Ethan weighed the bag, and it was fluttering, and there was a rectangular thing inside.

"Who knows."

Alma spread his hands and said, "An agent in a black suit came early in the morning and asked me to give this thing to a police officer. ”

Ethan took out the dessert hidden behind him: "Please, Alma, when did I become a random police officer." ”

"My bad."

Alma smiled and hurriedly took the cake: "The most handsome police officer in the whole of Pennsylvania is you." ”

"It's pretty much the same, am I the first to come today?"

Ethan looked inside, and there was no one.

Alma dug up a large piece of cake: "The sheriff is off today, and the others haven't arrived yet." ”

"Okay, take your time."

Ethan waved his hand and returned to his seat with the yellow file bag.

Just as Ethan pushed open the glass door of the police station, the wooden door on the second floor of the barn next to Davis's Bar was also knocking.

Hood covered his ears with a pillow, intending to continue sleeping, regardless of who came.

Unexpectedly, the knocking on the door became louder and louder, which made him extremely irritable, and he yelled outside:

"No one is home."

The knock on the door paused, then continued.

"Shet, that bastard, the hell."

Hood angrily put on his jeans and strode towards the door.

He pulled the door open, ready to get angry.

The muzzle of the gun in front of him made him angry and slowly raised his hands.

A middle-aged man in a cheap black suit, black tie, and a Glock pistol in his hand appeared outside Hood's door.

His hair was slightly bald, and his eyes were like torches.

On him, Hood smelled a familiar smell.

It's not physical, just like a mouse meets a cat and a natural enemy, and his heart falls to the bottom.

The man in the suit walked into the room step by step, and Hood slowly retreated step by step.

From the other party's eyes, it can be seen that if he resists a little, he will not hesitate to shoot.

"You don't seem surprised at all when you're being held at gunpoint."

The man in the suit closed the door and said with interest: "This shows that you have been very cautious all along. ”

Hood forced himself to compose himself and asked in a deep voice:

"Who are you?"

"I'm Special Agent Robert Phelps." The visitor lifted the corner of his shirt to reveal the badge hanging from his belt: "Belongs to the FBI's Internal Investigations Team." ”

Hood blinked and decided to take a gamble, and he put his hand down with pretended ease:

"Are you mistaken, I'm Sheriff Lucas Hood of Banshee Town, please, get the gun out of the way?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Phillips's mouth, and the muzzle of the gun did not move:

"I like you, you're a funny guy."

Hood shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "I didn't even know there was an internal investigation team in the FBI. ”

"Because you're not a police officer."

Phillips' fluttering words froze Hood's smile and confirmed his guess, and the other party had already found out all the details of himself.

Hood gritted his teeth, not wanting to struggle any more pointlessly, and asked very dryly:

"Okay, you've got me, what's next?"

The special agent Phillips was very pleased with Hood's performance, and he flicked his gun slightly:

"It's going to be fun, I want you to put on your clothes first, we'll have a lot to talk about."

(End of chapter)