Light pierces the darkness.

The two cars drove into the snow one after the other, and the tires crushed the dead branches, causing a crisp sound.

The sound woke up the little creatures in the hollow.

The squirrel poked its head out, looked curiously at the two big guys slowly opening underneath, and then picked up a huge pine cone and kept nibbling it.

In fact, this night can pass normally without turning on the lights, and the snowflakes have stopped falling.

The moonlight shone down like water.

Ethan spun the wheel and stopped by the lakeside cabin.

He didn't get out of the car in a hurry, but quietly watched everything in front of him, his house had been turned into an igloo, with a thick layer of snow on the eaves, and a white carpet on the flat ground outside.

Banshee Town.

I usually don't think much about it, but the closer I got, the more I can't hold back the excitement in my heart.

Now looking at the silent mountains and forests, my heart is relieved.

Because of the large amount of goods they carried, they hardly stopped on the way except for a stop to let Rebecca rest for more than an hour.

Good luck on this trip.

There were no accidents, and after they controlled their speed, they were not stopped by state police.

Documents from the Ministry of Defense also did not come in handy.

Finally, at eleven o'clock in the evening, we arrived at our destination.

"You stay in the car first."

He put on the parking gear and looked at the co-pilot: "Wait for the temperature in the house to rise, you can go in again." ”

"Hmm."

Rebecca reclined in her seat covered with a woolen blanket and nodded in spirit.

The serious injury has not healed.

The journey of more than 1,000 kilometers was a difficult test for her, but fortunately she persevered and her body did not appear to be in any abnormal condition.

Mental head-up, that's for sure.

After driving for more than ten hours, I also looked a little sluggish.

Push open the door and put your foot in the snow.

The air in the mountains and forests of Banshee Town is not comparable to Chicago, refreshing, take a deep breath, and exhale a long puff of white mist.

Stretched, his body crackling.

He turned his waist in comfort.

He threw another cigarette into his mouth and threw one to the side.

"Thank you."

Borden's eyes were quick and he took the cigarette steadily: "What's in the car?" ”

"Let's put it first."

Ethan lit a cigarette and replied, striding onto the porch:

"Just take your luggage off."

The security of this place is only a few cameras, and his heart is not so big, throwing tens of millions of cash into a wooden house, if someone really wants to steal his home, that is, he wants to cry without tears.

Pushing the door open into the house, there was silence.

Siobhan actually only came by occasionally to take a look and maintain the basic facilities.

So most places, cover with a dust cloth.

With Borden's help, the two of them cleaned up, turned on all the electric heating equipment, and threw wooden blocks into the fireplace in the living room, igniting a raging fire.

The temperature in the room rose rapidly, and soon fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

The duffle bag was thrown to the floor, and Rebecca was picked up in a wheelchair and pushed to the fireplace.

"You're going to stay here tonight."

Sitting on the wide single sofa, Ethan patted the armrests with satisfaction: "I'll change places tomorrow, as for what to do later, it depends on the situation." ”

"Borden."

Looking at the guy who was meticulously sitting on the couch, he continued: "I know that you must be full of anger in your heart, but now is not the time to act, I don't want to see you mess around. ”

"See what I mean?"

"Understood."

After a few seconds, Borden nodded silently.

"Don't worry, I'll help you get revenge." Ethan extinguished the cigarette in the glass jar: "But not this time, you must be silent, the opportunity will always come at the right time." ”

"Both of you are wounded."

"You can't let the Aryan Brotherhood know now that you've returned to Banshee Town."

"I'm not afraid of struggle."

He looked at Rebecca again and shrugged, "But there's no point in fighting without strategy. ”

Killing, it's simple.

But the Aryan Brotherhood is not one or two, they are one force.

This force is not limited to Banshee Town.

When a large-scale murder breaks out, it will attract the attention of the federal department, and you can't hide as a wanted criminal in the future in order to avenge them.

"I understand, too."

Rebecca pursed her lips and nodded, "But change places?" ”

"Is there anything safer than you?"

"Of course."

Ethan looked at his cabin, shook his head and smiled, "There can be a large group of people who can break in here, although we can defend ourselves, but we can't deal with waves of attacks." ”

"Residency."

He stood up, spread his hands, and said, "You can hide well there." ”

The Aryan Brotherhood is all white.

And they are all ultra-white, so they hardly haunt the territory of the Indians, and even if they appear in the Chino tribe, they will be expelled.

The situation in the place of residence, those people must not know.

Perfect for Rebecca and Borden to hide.

The two also remembered that the guy in front of them had something to do with the Chino Moon Casino, and arranging a place to live in the residence was a trivial matter, so they glanced at each other and nodded one after another.

"You guys take a break."

Ethan grabbed the Ford key that Borden had dropped on the table: "I'm going to get rid of the things in the car." ”

"I'll be back later."

So a lot of money was thrown in the car.

I don't sleep well.

"Wait."

Borden hurriedly stopped him and placed M1911 on the table: "I only have this, and I can't deal with emergencies." ”

"Got it."

Ethan walked out of the house briskly, and soon returned with two long travel bags.

"Bang."

When placed on the floor, there is a muffled sound.

"There's enough stuff here." He waved his hand, grabbed his coat and walked out again.

The roar of vehicles rang out.

The black van turned a corner and quickly left.

The two men in the room glanced at each other again, and Borden quickly lifted a bag onto the large wooden table, opened the zipper with a thud, and a dark assault rifle appeared in front of him.

Underneath, there is a box of bullets.

These guys, I can't surprise him.

After all, Procott used to have no weapons in his arsenal, and even cold weapons were varied.

He picked up the brand new AR15 and unloaded the magazine.

It was stuffed with yellow-orange-orange 5.56mm bullets, and the sharp warheads were glowing coldly in the light.

"Miss Bowman."

Borden slapped the magazine back and smiled at Rebecca, "I'm starting to think it's a good idea to ask Mr. Morgan for help now!" ”

In front of the people who get along day and night, this guy has finally become normal.

"It's always a good idea."

Rebecca looked at the crackling firewood in the fireplace, the light of the fire dancing in her face, "If there's anyone who can help us, it's him." ”

"I even have a hunch."

She turned back to her loyal men and said earnestly, "He can do better than his uncle." ”

(End of chapter)