Night falls, Chino Police Station.

In the evidence room, on a table in the middle, there is a humanoid object wrapped in a white cloth.

The oil that seeped out of it had soaked the white cloth.

It's yellow and black, and it looks creepy.

Amy King was leaning against the evidence shelf, staring blankly at the corpse on the table, and she knew what that meant.

As the person who dealt with the Red Bones the most, Amy knew that Tommy was the last shred of Cheton's humanity.

Now that this humanity has been destroyed, I am afraid that Cheton will make a crazy revenge move.

Footsteps sounded, and she looked up.

Sergeant Yaz of the Chino Police Station walked in while wearing a coat.

Amy's eyes were complicated: "Are you going to get off work?" ”

"Hmm."

Yazzy zipped up, looked at the corpse on the table and shook his head.

Amy clenched her fists and asked uncontrollably:

"You know they'll come in a minute, why don't you stay and dissuade them, you know you're a sheriff."

"If you want to take care of the Red Bone Gang, whatever you want, don't take me with you." Yaz said with a nonchalant expression, "I'm going home." ”

"Even if this house is on fire, don't call me."

Amy was angry, walked forward quickly, and grabbed his clothes: "For the sake of the gods, we are policemen." ”

"Let go of your hand."

Yaz slapped her hand away and said angrily, "You're not a sheriff yet, do you want to take care of me?" ”

"I don't understand what you mean?" Amy was at a loss.

"Don't pretend, Bichi." Jazz shoved her, knocking Amy to the ground:

"I don't care whose relationship you have, as long as I'm still a sheriff, it's not your turn to dictate to me."

Nora Langcid has been in power for a few days, and Yaz has already inquired through her connections that her sheriff must be out of play.

And what replaced him was actually a small policewoman under his command.

Originally, he planned to endure it and pass, but he didn't look up and see him in the future, but he didn't expect that before he stepped down, Amy pointed at himself.

I have been a sheriff for more than ten or twenty years, and even if I step down, I believe that the other party can't do anything to himself.

Amy was completely confused at this point, and she didn't know what Yaz was talking about.

What hasn't been a sheriff yet, what has climbed up to whose relationship.

She'd been trying to figure out the whereabouts of the Red Bone camp for the past few days, and she had no idea what was going on.

Jaz was about to say something, when suddenly he felt like a beast was standing behind him.

The hairs on his neck stood up, as if he had been targeted by a brown bear when he went hunting.

Before Yaz could turn around, a thick palm grabbed his neck steadily, and Yaz's scalp tingled from the rough palm.

The palm of his hand quickly loosened, and he tossed him to the side of the wall.

It was none other than Cheton, who was wearing a traditional Indian waistcoat with a gloomy face.

Amy stood up and was about to say something.

But when she saw Cheton's murderous eyes, she closed her mouth in a daze.

Cheton walked over to the table, stared blankly at Tommy, who was wrapped in a white cloth, and reached out his palm to touch the position of his head.

It was icy cold, without the slightest temperature.

The younger brother who had been jumping around behind him since he was a child, the younger brother who was full of sunshine when he laughed, had now become a half-charred corpse.

Cheton stood in place for a few minutes, no one knowing what he was thinking.

Yaz didn't dare to breathe, and his eyes stared straight at the ground.

After a few moments, Cheton carefully inserted his hands under the white cloth and picked up Tommy Ritstone's body.

Not only Yaz, but Amy didn't do anything to stop it.

The Indians had their own set of rituals, and it was only natural for Cheton to take Tommy as his only relative.

Cheton walked outside with Tommy's body in his arms, and a dozen or so members of the Red Bone Gang in the evidence room made way of a passage.

These dozen people, and the weapons in their hands, are the reason why Yaz didn't dare to say a word.

It wasn't until the chaotic footsteps died away that Yaz forced herself to tidy up her clothes.

He left Amy alone and turned and walked out of the evidence room.

In the blink of an eye, only Amy, whose head was in disarray, was left in the room.

In an open space in the Red Bone Gang camp, more than a dozen cars formed a circle, and the headlights turned on, illuminating the middle place as if it were day.

A tall pile of dead branches has been piled up here, and a simple wooden frame has been made above the branches.

The bodies of Tommy Ritstone and another member of the Red Bone Gang had been placed on a wooden shelf, surrounded by dozens of people, all grim-faced.

With a torch in his hand, Cheton looked at the corpse lying on the wooden shelf, his eyes filled with sadness.

The sound of leather drums sounded, and a sad chant echoed through the trees.

After a few minutes, the chanting stopped.

There was silence, except for heavy gasps.

Cheton stepped forward with heavy footsteps and came to the wooden frame, where the branches were already drenched with gasoline.

He waved his arm and threw the torch out.

The torch spun twice in the air and fell on the pile of branches.

"Boom."

The fire grew in size in an instant, engulfing the two corpses that lay on the wooden shelf.

Cheton didn't take a step back, letting the flames fire fire in front of him, the light of the fire beating in his eyes, turning into flames of vengeance.

He waved his hand to extinguish the sparks on his body and walked back.

Taking the AK from his men, Cheton looked around and painted red and blue on his face.

Cheton's eyes were cold, and his abdomen made a thunderous sound:

"These white people have not stopped persecuting us, and they will never stop doing this."

"The Banshee Town Police Department must pay the price, and Procott must also pay the price."

He raised the rifle in his hand alof: "Revenge." ”

"Huh."

Dozens of long and short guns were raised around them, and everyone shouted, "Revenge." ”

"Da-da-da-da."

Cheton pulls the trigger and AK spews tongues of fire.

For a time, dozens of guns fired at the night sky at the same time, and the sound of gunfire shook a large flock of night birds.

After firing the bullets in the magazine, Cheton took the lead and jumped into a jeep.

The door slammed shut, the engines roared, and a dozen cars roared out of the woods toward Banshee Town.

Barn, 2nd floor.

The floor next to the bed was littered with beer bottles, and the room was filled with the smell of smoke.

The sound of rushing water sounded in the shower next to it, and it didn't take long for the sound of water to stop, and Hood stepped out of it.

He took advantage of the last bit of sunset to carefully shave the stubble off his face in front of the mirror.

The wound above is still a little swollen, but overall it heals well.

He threw away the razor, picked up his jeans and put them on, and found a fairly clean shirt.

When he saw the badge on the cabinet, he hesitated.

Instead of taking the badge, Hood directly picked up his Glock gun.

He had already made up his mind to leave, and before leaving, he decided to give Banshee Town a gift.

(End of chapter)