Rebecca stepped on the brakes to the end, and Mercedes-Benz dragged out a long brake mark.

The car swayed violently a few times, and then came to a sharp stop.

She quickly turned her head and looked behind her.

The red van was still rumbling backwards, like a hoist, leaving behind broken glass and broken plastic parts all over the floor.

Rebecca took a few heavy breaths and flapped the steering wheel in displeasure.

Borden's heart was also beating violently, I didn't expect Rebecca to play so crazy, as long as the other party also hit each other desperately, I couldn't tell who was dead and who was alive.

When she was relieved, Rebecca pushed the car door hard.

Together with Borden, she strode to the back.

The high heels clattered on the ground, and over the plastic pieces and glass shards on the floor, the two men came to the van, which had stopped rolling and was completely deformed.

The red van was flipped upside down, and white smoke was still billowing from the engine.

Rebecca crouched down and looked into the cab.

The two aborigines inside, staggered and bloody, one of them had his neck twisted at a strange angle.

Only the driver was left, his chest still heaving violently.

His head shook, and blood was still gushing from the wound on it.

Rebecca smiled charmingly at him, gave her middle finger and stood up.

There was the sound of water hitting the ground nearby, and the sunlight was a little harsh, and she blocked her eyes with her hand and looked at the place where the dripping sound sounded.

The van's fuel tank is ruptured, and the gasoline inside is leaking out along the rupture.

The ground was already soaked, and the smell of gasoline was in the nostrils.

She shrugged her shoulders at Borden and held out her small, white hand.

Borden pulled a lighter out of his pocket and handed it to her, walking briskly out of the gasoline range.

Rebecca lifted the lid and turned the lighter, and with a bang, a small flame erupted.

Take a few steps back and toss the lighter in your hand.

The lighter fell into the gasoline in a perfect arc with the flames, and the flames instantly flew high and spread rapidly along the concrete road.

In the desperate eyes of the Bone Gang driver, flames swept towards the car.

Rebecca and Borden ignored the heart-rending screams behind them and strode towards the black Mercedes dozens of meters away.

By the time they drove away, the flames had engulfed the van and black smoke was billowing into the sky.

Ethan looked at the empty sheriff's office and took a sip of coffee.

Hood is still on vacation today, and he doesn't answer the phone for the same day, in fact, he knows that he will definitely choose to leave this time, but he still needs a little time to say goodbye.

He's definitely still in Banshee Town now, but he's not sure if he'll be back to work tomorrow.

Hurried footsteps sounded, and Brock strode over:

"I just got a call from the fire department and there was a car accident on Route Six."

"And then?" Ethan put down his glass.

"Both of the dead were members of the Red Bone Gang, who brought Tommy Ritstone's body back to the residency today."

"There are no surprises."

Ethan stood up and picked up his duty belt: "I bet you ten dollars for ten dollars, it was sent by Procot." ”

"I know I'm going to bet on you if I lose, am I such a stupid person?"

Brock gave him an angry look: "Let's go, go to the scene and take a look at the situation." ”

All the way to the scene of the accident, in addition to the fire truck, there was also a police car from the Chino Police Station parked next to it.

This is the junction of Banshee Town and the Chino Tribe, and both sides have jurisdiction.

However, for some well-known reasons, the Chino Police Department can ignore it.

Usually only one person can come to the scene.

I stopped the car, and sure enough, I saw Amy King holding a record book, crouching next to a car that was facing the sky.

Ethan closed the car door and let the firefighters who were rolling up the hose walk over to Amy King, the smell of burnt in the air.

"Hi, Amy."

Ethan crouched down and looked at the blackened two people in the cab, "Is there any clue that can be used?" ”

"I thought I was having a bad day today."

Brock saw the charred corpse curled up and lifted his duty belt, and his whole face wrinkled.

Amy turned around and looked at Brock dissatisfied, no matter what, it was the clansmen who died, and her face naturally would not look good.

"I'm sorry."

Brock knew he was speechless and spread his hands.

Amy sighed, then stood up: "The driver is Hakan Evans, and today is the body he signed in the morgue." ”

"The identity of the other deceased needs to be confirmed by a dentist's record."

Ethan buckled his belt and looked around: "I guess there shouldn't be any witnesses in this place, right?" ”

"Obviously, we don't have that luck."

Amy took off her sunglasses and showed her big bright eyes: "The second set of brake marks proves that there were other cars here at the time, but they didn't work. ”

Brock pouted: "Could it be an accident?" ”

"It can't be an accident."

Ethan and Amy said in unison, the two looked at each other, and Amy continued excitedly:

"It's clear who did it, and Cheton will take it as a declaration of war against him."

Ethan spread his hands: "Amy, calm down, the war has already begun, and the two of them have never stopped." ”

"All we need to do is manage the intensity and not let them harm civilians."

"Really?"

Amy sighed heavily and put her sunglasses on, "I heard you killed Tommy." ”

"Yes."

Ethan nodded, "I'm just doing my job, you know." ”

Amy clasped her hands together, her chest heaving.

"But Cheton won't understand, he's going to have his eye on you, and he's going to get revenge."

Ethan's eyes lit up, and after Amy picked up her hands, she tightened her clothes, but she didn't expect her small body to contain a lot of energy.

Amy noticed Ethan's gaze and hurriedly lowered her hand.

Ethan coughed and continued to gaze without squinting, admiring it generously.

He patted the holster on his waist with his hand and said unceremoniously:

"I'll wait for him, and I've been waiting for him."

Amy's cheeks flushed slightly under her sunglasses, she didn't say anything more, and turned to walk towards the police car.

Looking at her twisted waist, Ethan was stunned, he didn't even realize that this little policewoman was also a treasure.

"Ahem."

A heavy cough sounded, and Brock walked to his side: "It's already far away, don't look at it." ”

Ethan said with a serious face, "Don't get me wrong, I'm just studying the difference between the Chino Police Department's radio and ours. ”

Brock touched the radio hanging above his ass and gave Ethan a thumbs up.

"No matter what, it's Brother Cheton who died this time, he must have some crazy moves, let's cheer up these two days."

Ethan patted Brock on the shoulder and turned back into the police car.

(End of chapter)