After a moment of silence, Brock remembered something.

"Hood."

He took a step forward, his face nervous: "The emergency exit in the basement, there is no gate. ”

Only then did Hood remember that Siobhan was alone in the basement now, and it was easy to break in if someone touched the back door.

He patted his head, "Emmett, you and Bunker and Alison, go to the basement to help." ”

The basement leads to the emergency exit, which is a narrow passage.

Although Alison is of little use, she has four guns guarded and is foolproof.

"Okay."

Bunker grabbed a handful of shotguns that had been placed on the table next to him and put them in his pocket, then looked at Emmett.

Before Emmett could speak, Allison was the first to object, and she said in a disgusted tone:

"I'm not going to act with this guy, don't even think about it."

Bunker pursed his lips and clenched his shotgun, "I don't mean to disrespect you, ma'am, I know my appearance can be misleading. ”

"Forget it, don't talk about this nonsense." Alison interrupted him, staring at Bunker:

"I've seen a lot of people like you in my life."

"Don't pretend to be repentant, people like you will never repent, there is only hatred in their hearts."

"Hey."

Ethan stopped her: "Are you sure now is a good time for infighting?" ”

"If you want to help, then help."

"Okay, I'll help." Alison slapped Glock and stared at Bunker viciously:

"Let me be clear, I'm just a newbie, and if someone makes any misleading moves, my gun will easily go off."

Ethan looked at Bunker, who nodded silently.

Emmett was about to take the two of them to the basement when Ethan grabbed her arm:

"Give this to Siobhan."

Looking at the last AR15 and two bulletproof inserts in front of him, Emmett said hesitantly:

"And what do you do?"

"Don't worry, I still have a gun in my drawer."

Ethan patted Glock on his waist and firmly handed the AR15 to Emmett for Siobhan.

In the hands of Hood and Brock, who also had two rifles, plus his own pistol, it was not a big problem to hold on to them, and he was very confident in his marksmanship.

Emmy nodded, took the AR15 and strode away with Bunker.

Ethan patted his holster and walked briskly to his desk.

Reaching out and pulling open the drawer, there was an extra python revolver and two loaded fast loaders.

After a moment's hesitation, three more grenades came out of the drawer.

This is the leftover from the last time I went to New York, and it has been kept in the space, and it can come in handy today, but the excuse is not easy to find.

He rolled his eyes and raised his head:

"Sheriff."

"What's the matter?"

Hood walked over with his gun in his hand, and when he saw the contents of Ethan's drawer, his face was overjoyed.

Ethan put the grenade in a file bag, handed it to Hood, and whispered:

"This is the last time I went to Fei Ao to get it, you have a reason."

"I understand."

Hood didn't know what Ethan was doing with a few grenades in his drawer, but he didn't bother to think about it that much at this time.

This stuff can come in handy when it matters most.

He casually took the bag and walked towards the office.

Ethan took out the quick loader from the drawer and put it into the duty belt, and the revolver was placed directly on the table.

Looking up, Brock was nervously looking in the direction of the door, and Procott and his lawyer, Jackson, were whispering and discussing what to do.

"Click."

The lighter ignited.

Ethan leisurely lit a cigarette under the stunned gazes of several of them.

Brock felt a thirst in his throat, and he coughed:

"What should we do now?"

"Wait."

Ethan puts the lighter in his cigarette case and tosses it to Brock.

Hood tinkered for a moment in the filing cabinet behind the sheriff's office before strolling out.

He took the cigarette from Brock and lit it, took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke heavily, and opened his palm to Brock again.

Looking at the round thing in Hood's hand, Brock choked on a cigarette.

"Ahem, ahem."

After a violent cough, Brock's eyes were splashed.

He wiped the corners of his eyes and asked incredulously, "Where did you get this from?" ”

Hood shrugged his shoulders and pouted at Procot, but did not speak.

Brock immediately made up his own brain, the last time he searched Procott's arsenal, there was a large pile of these grenades in it.

Could it be that Hood stole a few of them himself, and thinking of this, Brock gasped, he was so bold.

But thinking that the person in front of him was Hood, he smiled and shook his head.

The one in front of him was the most reckless sheriff he had ever seen, and he didn't think it was strange that he had done anything.

Now that he has this thing, Brock is suddenly much more confident.

"You can use it."

Brock pushed his hand away, saying that it was enough for him to have an AR15.

"I still have it."

Hood tapped his pocket carefully, and there were also two bulging guys inside.

Brock rolled his eyes and took the grenade:

"I'm serious, what should we do now?"

"Find a good position to disperse, find good cover, and shoot anyone as long as they break in." Hood left a harsh word and walked towards Ethan.

The grenade spun around, and when it came back to his hand, there was only one left.

But it was better than nothing, and he bit his cigarette and stood behind a pillar and looked at Procott in the cell.

Proctor was pacing back and forth in the cage like a trapped beast, and his lawyer was crouching beside him, like a pet.

It's just Jackson's eyes, looking at the bunch of keys that lay on the table from time to time.

It was Siobhan's key, which she had forgotten to bring when she went to the basement, and which could open the iron door to the detention room.

Jackson noticed that Ethan was looking at him and quickly looked away.

Ethan slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes flickering.

Nora, along with Amy King, searched for days, but couldn't find the whereabouts of the Red Bone camp.

I can't always dig up rats to find Cheton, the settlement is so big, there are forests everywhere, they just put away the tent, and there is nowhere to find it.

Now Cheton has come to the door on his own initiative, and tonight is the best time to do it.

After tonight, Cheton will definitely flee, and he will not be able to return, which is also an opportunity to take both Procott and Cheton in one fell swoop.

"Hood."

There was a loud roar outside the door, it was Cheton's voice.

Several people glanced at each other, and Hood strode over to the roller shutter and hid behind the wall: "I'm listening." ”

"I know Kay Procott and Ethan Morgan are in there."

Cheton's voice came through the roller shutter: "You hand them over, and I promise you, I won't hurt the others." ”

"Let me think about it."

Hood tried to stall for time, which was what they needed most right now.

"I'll give you two minutes."

Cheton knew what he was going to do and issued a final warning.

Outside soon fell silent again, and Hood took a few steps back, looking at Procott without saying a word.

Jackson stood up, he wiped a handful of sweat from his head:

"Sheriff, you're not really thinking about handing Mr. Proctor over to that madman out there, are you?"

Before Jackson could reply, Proctor said calmly:

"Don't worry, Cheton doesn't just want me."

(End of chapter)