The empty shells fell to the ground, and Hood's nervous mood relaxed.

That damn thing, presumably got it by Ethan.

Phillips was stunned for a moment when he heard what he said, but when he saw his dark blue uniform, he smiled and shook his head.

Obviously, the town police officer in front of him already knew Hood's identity.

The three of them walked towards the highway like a remnant of a defeated army.

With the exception of Ethan, both Hood and Phillips were covered in blood.

Phillips, in particular, looked extremely embarrassed when he had just dug a pit and was sweating and doused with blood.

But the worst was Hood, who was directly knocked out by the electric shock glove.

He still feels a little breathless and smells of blood in his nose.

Back in the big truck, seeing Brantley nailed to the couch, the corners of Phillips' eyes twitched.

Ethan stepped forward and pulled his cane off with a hard hand.

Phillips looked at him with a wink, he originally thought it was Hood's extreme counter-kill, but now it seems that it is clearly not.

Brantley's head hung down, and there was no more ferocity just now.

The shadow that hung over Ethan's heart also dissipated, and he was as if he had opened a shackle, and his whole body was relaxed.

"Catch."

Ethan tossed his cane to Phillips: "You should be able to handle things here, right?" ”

"What do you mean?"

Phillips grabbed the cane and pointed to himself: "Are you going to give me all the credit?" ”

He knew that Hood would not dare to take the credit, but Ethan clearly did not have such concerns.

"It's all credit."

Ethan patted Phillips on the shoulder: "As a deal, the story is better, take the two of us out, is there a problem?" ”

"Absolutely."

Phillipston smiled, today is really a big ups and downs, who would have thought that while saving his life, he could also make a great contribution.

The three of them searched in the car and soon found their gear and personal belongings.

When Phillips returned Hood's badge and pistol, he solemnly admonished him not to leave anything to chance, this time it was luck, but he couldn't always hope for luck.

Phillips turned a blind eye to the beautiful double-barreled shotgun that Ethan had been carrying behind him.

People give themselves such a big credit, and it's nothing to play with a double-barreled shotgun.

If it weren't for the fear that missing too many things would cause him trouble, he wouldn't even mind Ethan moving all of Brantley's collection.

Before leaving, Ethan exchanged phone calls with Phillips.

Getting to know a special agent who knows everything is also a resource, and maybe it will be useful in the future.

Where they are now, they've left Banshee Town.

Ethan got on the motocross bike and drove Hood all the way back.

Next to the barn, as soon as the sound of the motorcycle engine went out, Candy walked out of the back door of the bar.

Seeing the two of them with blue noses and swollen faces, Candy asked in surprise:

"I just saw the police car parked outside, and I couldn't find anyone, what's wrong with you?"

Hood waved his hand and staggered up to the second floor of the barn.

After this time, the idea of leaving Banshee Town continued to grow in his heart, and since Felix could find him, it proved that this place was not safe now.

He just wanted to be alone for a moment now, thinking about what to do next.

Ethan looked at his head in the rearview mirror of his motorcycle, and the wound had stopped bleeding, but he still had a bag bulging.

He lit a cigarette and talked to Candy about what had just happened.

Candy sighed heavily and took off his hat: "Perhaps, he really needs to leave." ”

"It's up to him."

Ethan pulled out the key of the motorcycle and threw it to the candy: "This car is for you, and if you dispose of it, it will be enough for you to sell a batch of wine." ”

"Really?"

"Don't want it?" Ethan gestured to get the key back.

"Of course not."

Candy hurriedly took the key and excitedly reached for the handle of the motorcycle.

I don't know the brand Ethan either, but looking at Brantley's gang, they won't use bargains, even if they can only sell for one or two thousand dollars, it will be worth how many glasses of wine they have served out of candy.

After smelling the smell of blood and gunsmoke, he said hello to the candy and drove home to take a shower.

Camp of the Red Bones.

Tommy Ritterstone stood behind a white line with an AK47 and pulled the trigger at a distant beer bottle.

After a few days of practice, my marksmanship has improved a lot.

Looking at the beer bottle that had been blown up by his own gun, Tommy felt like he could do it again.

After practicing his marksmanship for a while, he put down the gun in his hand in frustration and walked to the table next to him and sat down.

There are also a few nails in the rotten ship, not to mention that he is also Cheton's younger brother.

Under Tommy's men, there are also a group of little brothers around him.

Seeing Tommy's lack of energy, a flower turban handed over a bottle of beer:

"What are you thinking?"

Tommy lifted the lid of the beer with a straight face: "No matter how good your marksmanship is, you don't shoot here every day." ”

The flower turban patted Tommy on the shoulder: "Don't worry, Cheton let us grab so many guns and come back, it's not for nothing, sooner or later we will deal with Procott again." ”

At the mention of Procott, Tommy's heart was on fire, and he slammed the beer bottle in his hand to the ground:

"If I had been there last time, Procott would have died."

Speaking of the events of the first two days, several people sitting at the table pulled down their faces, and the little brother who could follow Tommy was seventeen or eighteen years old.

They were talking about it when they didn't know the height of the sky.

For the failure of the operation, I only think that the few people who go can't do it.

If you change it to yourself, it's guaranteed to be fine.

Tommy became more and more annoyed the more he listened, so he picked up the AK47 and loaded it into the magazine, walked to the shooting range, and shot at the beer bottle inside.

After emptying the magazine, he was finally in a better mood.

There was laughter from behind, and Tommy turned around, and two Indian girls walked behind him, one of them innocent-looking, with little hot pants showing his white legs.

The small vest on the body tightly wraps the fullness of the chest, and the flat lower abdomen carries a touching vitality.

Tommy's eyes were straight, and he hurriedly walked over with the AK:

"Anna, where are you going?"

The innocent girl named Anna turned her head and found that it was Tommy, a trace of contempt flashed under her eyes, and she said to Tommy with a smile:

"Little Tommy, is there anything I can do to help you?"

The sensitive-minded Tommy instantly caught that flash of contempt, and little Tommy's title was particularly harsh.

He smiled reluctantly and reached out to the wooden table next to him:

"It's okay, I just wanted to invite you to a drink."

"No thanks."

Anna smiled and shook her head in refusal, and continued to walk forward with the girl next to her.

They were still laughing and laughing, and there was a faint voice.

"Why would you say no, this is Tommy Ritstone."

"He's not Cheton..."

(End of chapter)