By the time he realized something was wrong, his head had been pushed up by the hot muzzle of the gun.

The flower turban shook all over, and the trouser pocket quickly became wet.

Ethan smelled a smell of urine and frowned, this kind of cowardice, he didn't bother to shoot again, it was better to be humane, send him to the prison to pick up soap.

Picked up the butt of the gun and smashed it hard, knocking the flower turban unconscious.

Dense footsteps rang out, accompanied by Siobhan's loud shouts, "Brock, are you alright?" ”

Brock put away his gun: "It's okay, Ethan is there, come in." ”

Emmett and Siobhan took a fighting stance and walked quickly through the entrance with their pistols in hand.

Inside the Sava Gentlemen's Club, it has been beaten by a shootout.

There were several corpses on the ground, empty bullet casings all over the ground.

On the walls, on the equipment, there were bullet holes everywhere.

It is estimated that without ten days and a half months of renovation, the Sava Gentlemen's Club will not be able to reopen.

Ethan greeted Siobhan, took the handcuffs she handed him, and locked up the flower bandana.

As for the wad of cash in his pocket, Ethan wiped it and disappeared without a trace, all because Proctor did not provide him with a reassuring service.

With Emmett's evacuation, guests and staff inside the club left the scene in a hurry.

Garber nodded to him and quickly left.

Ethan walked over to the dance floor and grabbed Tommy's face and took a look.

A shot hit the center of the eyebrows, and he was already dead.

No way, it's still fast.

An hour later, inside the Sava Gentlemen's Club

The shiny black shoe stepped on a bullet casing, and after being crushed back and forth a few times, it was kicked away by the owner of the leather shoe.

Empty shells fell to the ground, clanging.

The crisp sound echoed.

At this time of the day, it is absolutely impossible.

The club was filled with cheers and strippers.

And now, the place is as quiet as a ghost.

It can be seen with the naked eye that a large amount of equipment has been damaged, not counting other losses, and the cost of replacing equipment alone is an astronomical amount.

The crooked spotlights, like mockery, barely emitted a hint of red light.

The red light was reflected on the face of the owner of the leather shoes, and his face was expressionless.

"Who's taking the lead?"

A voice as cold as frost sounded.

"According to the police, it's Tommy Ritstone, and he's been shot dead." Borden took a step forward and said in a deep voice:

"He's Cheton's brother."

Procott clenched his fists, and he turned around, his eyes full of murder:

"Even if he is dead, I have to kill him again, this is my warning, this is the price of daring to touch my things."

"Understood."

Borden nodded, a flash of sharpness in his eyes.

Rebecca sat in a chair that was still in good condition, quietly watching the club look like it was.

It's just that her sharply undulating chest exposes that her heart is not at peace.

Proctor understands how she feels, and she's put a lot of heart and soul into it since he handed over this club to Rebecca.

And now all these hard work have been ruined.

"Let's go."

Rebecca raised her head, ignoring Procott's outstretched hand, and said with a stubborn expression:

"I'm going to be with Borden."

Proctor was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Rebecca grabbed his palm and stood up, and after a hateful glance back, she left the club with Procott.

The next day, the back door of the Banshee Town Hospital.

A brand-new Mercedes stopped in the shade of a tree on the side of the road, and after waiting for two hours, Rebecca impatiently pulled out her cigarette.

As soon as I lifted the lid of the lighter, it was taken away by the person next to me.

In her stunned gaze, a blank Boden casually shoved the lighter into his pocket.

Thinking that he was a cleanliness fetish, Rebecca shook her head helplessly.

She simply pushed the door open and got out of the car and borrowed a fire from a passerby.

I didn't expect to be so boring with Borden on a mission, I didn't let her touch the steering wheel, and I didn't say a word for a long time, which made her stuffy.

Just as Rebecca was spewing smoke, a red van slowly drove in the distance.

She narrowed her eyes and tapped the window with her left hand.

Borden looked up and noticed that it was two Indians driving the car, with tattoos of the Red Bone Gang all over his arms and the corners of his mouth upturned.

"Bang."

The sound of the door closing, Borden pointed to the inside of the car: "Get in the car and wait, I'll take a look." ”

Rebecca nodded, dropping her cigarette on the ground and stomping it out.

As Borden walked towards the back door of the hospital, Rebecca smiled and walked over to the driver's seat.

She reached for the car door and sat in unceremoniously.

A few minutes later, Borden hurried back, and the red van in front of him was slowly pulling out.

Seeing Rebecca sitting in the driver's seat, Borden's face froze and he looked at her blankly.

"Get in the car, what are you waiting for?

Borden squeezed his hand and sank his face: "Let me drive, you don't have enough driving experience." ”

"Trust me."

Rebecca stopped talking nonsense and reached out to raise the window.

Looking at the red van in the distance, Borden had to walk quickly to the co-pilot, pull the door and get into the car.

"Are you sure they're here to get Tommy Ritstone's body?"

Rebecca asked in a deep voice and started the car.

"Hmm."

Borden just snorted and didn't speak

With a smile on her lips, Rebecca stepped on the gas pedal and followed the car in front of her all the way to Route Six.

The road is the gateway to the Chino Tribal Settlement, and there are no other forks in the road for miles.

She glanced in the rearview mirror, turned the steering wheel, and slammed on the accelerator.

The black Mercedes quickly threw the red van behind and continued to drive forward at a rapid pace.

Borden put down his gun: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Have some fun."

Rebecca replied casually, slowing down and quickly turning the steering wheel.

The car quickly turned around with the movement of her hand, and after leaving a few black marks on the concrete pavement, it stopped in place.

After a while, the vehicle carrying Tommy's body appeared in view.

Seeing that the Mercedes-Benz that was still behind him just now stopped in the middle of the road, and facing him, the red van also quickly stopped.

Rebecca remembered the ruined club, and Mercedes suddenly roared a few times.

The tires also rubbed frantically against the ground, emitting puffs of white smoke like an angry bull.

The red van did not show weakness and responded with double flashing lights.

Borden looked at Rebecca, who was excited, and silently fastened her seat belt.

After a frantic grind, the two cars rushed towards each other like arrows from a string.

Rebecca grinned as she clung to the steering wheel.

The two cars got closer and closer, and Borden could even see the pimples on the face of the man driving the vehicle opposite, and he nervously held the armrest.

At the last moment, the driver on the opposite side could no longer face his inner fear.

His hands swung uncontrollably around the steering wheel, and the two cars passed by, bringing out a ray of sparks.

"Bang."

The van suddenly lost control and flipped out of thin air.

(End of chapter)