The cell door was opened to clear the trouble for the Banshee Town Police Station.

After all, just now several civilians saw Proct locked inside, and now that the door is open, he himself didn't run out, and he was killed by a stray bullet, and no one else is to blame.

Ethan looked at Procott's corpse with a sigh.

For a person like him, he was trapped in an iron cage without even having a chance to fight back, which was too embarrassing.

Originally, he wanted to create an opportunity for him to be beaten to death by the Red Bone Gang.

It's crisp and clean.

Before Ethan could figure out what to do, Procott was killed by a stray bullet, which was an unexpected surprise.

Pull the sleeve and the bullet is loaded.

The voice woke them up, and Ethan said in a deep voice:

"We had to take the initiative, and now it seems that the roller shutter won't be able to hold back that long."

"What's your idea?" Brock's face was bloody, and he had just been cut by the flying red bricks.

Ethan looked at the small hole in the roller shutter, and the figure flickered.

'It's clear now that the front door is Cheton's main attack.

"Call Siobhan and Amy up to help, and Hood and I try to hit the back door."

"That's what I thought, too." Hood is not a master who sits idly by, and would rather go out and kill than die in a suffrage like Procott here.

Who knows if the people of the Red Bone Gang, whether there is a second M60 machine gun.

Brock hesitated: "Wouldn't it be too risky." ”

"No, it won't."

Hood said categorically: "You go and call the two of them up, hurry up." ”

Brock gritted his teeth, put away his gun and ran to the basement.

Basement, next to the passage.

After Emmett had set up the generator, he returned to the stacked crates and replaced Siobhan.

The passage was unusually quiet, just like usual.

Bunker moved his shoulder, sweat seeping in, a tingling pain.

There was a lot of space up there, and there was still residual cold air, and everyone was sweating, not to mention the basement, and his little back of Moxican was wet.

Bunker wiped the sweat from his face again, "I can feel you staring at me all the time." ”

Without waiting for Emmett to speak, he continued:

"I'm not the kind of person I thought I was now."

"Really?" That's great. Emmett scoffed: "I guess you've changed, right?" ”

"That's right."

"Do you think I'll believe it?"

Emmett glanced at him, and the swastika in the corner of Bunker's eye pierced his heart, and he looked at the back door and said:

"My father believed that everyone is equal before the law."

"Even a black person at the bottom of the ladder can get the same opportunities, you just have to believe in the system."

"He didn't just believe, he did it."

"Until one day, his boss withheld his salary for no reason, and my father couldn't stand it and took the boss to court."

Emmett looked at Bunker, "Do you know how the court decided?" ”

"Compensate your father's salary, fine." Bunker thought for a moment and said seriously.

"White people."

Emmett smiled dumbly and shook his head: "The judge told my father that he must have a conscience and not bite the hand that fills his stomach." ”

"Not only did he lose the lawsuit, he also lost his job."

Bunker closed his mouth and blinked, not understanding why such a verdict had been made.

"A few years later, he bought his first car, which was stolen."

Emmett looked at the police badge in front of him and sighed: "My father, like other law-abiding citizens, found the police. ”

"Do you know what the police say?"

Bunker was clever this time, did not speak, and listened silently.

"In the mouth of the policeman, the reply he got was: Boy, don't you know that we have more important things to do than to find a car for Nigo?"

"The point is, my father believed in the system until he died."

"It's funny that no one stood up for him until he died."

Emmett's eyes became resolute: "Because of this, I chose to become a police officer in the hope that I could help people like my father." ”

"So that those who are good will not be victimized by people like you."

"And people like you have always existed."

"Not long ago, my pregnant wife almost had a miscarriage because of someone who has the same tattoo as you."

"Sharp, have you ever heard of that name?"

Bunker nodded silently, that used to be his little brother, and he was no stranger.

"That's good, you come and tell me."

Emmett squinted at Bunker, anger spewing out of his eyes, "Why do you want me to trust you." ”

"Tell me, Bunker, what is it that can make a man so full of hatred that he tattoos it on his body permanently, declaring his hatred to the whole world."

Bunker was silent for a moment, then let go of a hand that grabbed the black vest on his body, pulling it away.

Inside was a large shocking scar, the scar blurred a large swastika out, and after confirming that Emmett saw it, he put down his vest:

"I've made changes, but it's going to take time."

"When I was little, my father was the most powerful man in my life."

Bunker said in a sluggish tone, "He used to beat me and my mom a lot, especially when he was drunk. ”

"So whenever I have the chance, I try not to go home."

"Maybe that's why I had a very bad stutter when I was a kid, I barely spoke, and everyone called me dumb."

"Except for one man, Tonke."

"He lives near my house, he's big, he's tattooed, he's what you call a villain."

Bunker lowered his head, his eyes complicated, and remembered those things from before:

"He never bullied me, he would talk to me every time he saw me and tell me that I had the power to change my situation."

"Tonke introduced me to his brothers, and it was only among those people that I could feel that there were still people in the world who cared about my existence."

"One day, my father got drunk and beat me again."

"Tom took me straight home, grabbed my father by the throat, forced him to apologize, and made him promise not to do anything to me again."

Bunker turned his head and looked at Emmett:

"Tock said to my father, 'Your son, from now on, is a member of the Brotherhood."

"There was fear in my father's eyes that I had never seen before."

He turned his head, gritted his teeth, and said:

"Since then, my father has not dared to touch a finger of me."

"It was the first time in my life that I felt empowered and cared for."

"After I realized it, the tattoos were all over my body, and I did a lot of things that I regretted."

After his words fell, Emmett said in a dull voice:

"Don't make any excuses for what you do, what is wrong is wrong."

"I understand."

Bunker's tone was sluggish, and he said word by word: "I'm just letting you know what kind of person I am." ”

(End of chapter)