Procott used to be that way.

Ethan furrowed his brows and waved his hand without hesitation.

"Candy."

He said with a serious face: "I can't do anything to make pills, that business is too harmful." ”

"No, no, no."

The old bartender shook his head again and again and took a puff of his cigarette: "There are some things you don't know, Procott inadvertently revealed his mind a long time ago, and his real target is the mayor of Banshee Town. ”

"You know, our Banshee Town is a strong mayor mode."

"That guy does so many things, wears a suit and tie, and his ultimate goal is to become the mayor of the town."

"With his strength at that time, he will get that position again!"

Speaking of this, Candy couldn't help but swallow his saliva: "Even the godfather of Banshee Town is facing risks at any time, and only with power can he become an absolutely powerful existence." ”

"Everything else will be blown away by the wind and rain, and only political power will take root and live forever!"

The political system of the United States is complex.

There are generally two models, one is the strong mayor model and the other is the strong council model.

To put it bluntly, it is a matter of management mode.

And Banshee Town belongs to the former type, and Ethan couldn't help but be frightened by what Candy said, if Procott who was dealing with at that time was the mayor of Banshee Town, the difficulty would definitely be nightmarish.

The judge was bribed and the magistrate became his man.

Even if the Banshee Town Police Department wants to do something, it's useless, and as soon as you move your ass, others will receive the wind.

And as long as you sit in this kind of position, if you have the wrist and ability in place, it will be no problem to sit for decades, then Proct is the real local hero.

This ambition is extraordinary.

"It's not."

Ethan just brought the cigarette to his mouth, and looked at the candy in a daze: "You mean to ask me to run for mayor??? ”

Just kidding.

It's okay to shoot yourself, and if you manage a town with a few thousand people, you're going to die.

"Why not?"

Candy put his hands on the bar and excitedly said, "I even think it's a good idea, it just happens to be campaign season soon, and believe me, Procott is a very smart guy." ”

"What he wants to do, you just do it."

"With power, it's easier for you to deal with the Aryan Brotherhood."

"Do you want to go back to the Banshee Town Police Station?"

"After going through the town police and the city police, you should understand the importance of wearing an official coat, don't tell me that you don't understand this."

Banshee Town Police Department, of course I won't think about it.

In Chicago, he is also a sheriff, and he can mobilize SWAT tactical teams and helicopter support with a phone call, and the patrol officer is even more beckoning, so he can't return to Banshee Town, and he will be a patrol officer for Brock.

That's too low.

Originally, his plan was to do a business in the town.

But the words of the candy woke him up.

In Chicago, he can show off his might, in addition to his own strength, the CPD badge also brings him a lot of support.

Along the way, they have been wearing all kinds of clothes.

Town police, city police, detectives, and advisers to the Ministry of National Defense, with these identities to cover up, they can do all kinds of things unscrupulously underneath, and they can't do anything now.

And I'm still young.

If you really take down the mayor, if you continue to operate for a long time, you can definitely become a more terrifying existence than Procott.

Thinking of this, he swallowed.

Be a soil emperor.

It seems to be a good choice, and you can't just think about it and run away.

"What then!"

His voice was a little thirsty, and he scratched his face: "I've only been a policeman, and I don't know anything about how to manage a small town." ”

"Besides, I'm not a politician."

"the politicians."

Candy swallowed the whiskey in his hand and said with a smile: "This is just a small town of a few thousand people, what political skills do you think you need, just take care of the people in those key departments." ”

"In some small towns, even a dog can be the mayor."

He nodded and said seriously, "I mean a dog in the true sense of the word, what do you think is so difficult about this?" ”

"The bottom line is that as long as you can please the voters."

"The law and order in the town is terrible right now, and with your previous resume, that's definitely a plus."

"Gordon, he can't."

Gordon Hopewell, former District Attorney.

The current mayor of the town.

The ex-husband of Hood's ex-girlfriend Carly is a bit twisted, but it also proves the complexity of the relationship, and he has dealt with each other before, and he is the image of an old white man.

In fact, it stands to reason that the resume of the Gordon District Attorney.

You shouldn't have made law and order so bad.

"You should at least think about the feasibility." Candy shrugged his shoulders and wiped down the bar with a towel in a friendly manner, "At least in my opinion, it's a good idea, Mayor Morgan!" ”

"You're definitely going to get my vote."

Hearing this, Ethan smiled dumbly.

I wanted to inquire about who I was going to deal with, but I didn't expect it to be involved with the mayor.

"Let's get down to business."

He knocked on the bar and said with a straight face: "What are the physical characteristics of the person who did it to you that day?" ”

I can't do big things for the time being, but it's still no problem to deal with small minions.

The old bartender's wiping stopped.

He looked at Ethan with emotion, but he didn't expect this guy to really come with the idea of being angry for himself.

I want to decline politely.

At this moment, the wooden door of the bar was pushed open.

Two strong white men walked in with heavy steps, wearing sleeveless jackets and swastika tattoos on their arms despite the winter.

A man comes to the bar and puts his hands on the countertop.

The black M9 is particularly conspicuous.

The other walked over and scanned everything in the bar.

Their faces were a little unkind.

This scene made Candy mind in a trance, the same thing happened a few years ago, and it seemed to usher in the same result as then.

"Old man."

The guy in the black jacket and holding the pistol looked at the candy and smiled: "I didn't expect your body to be good, and in just a week, the bar will be reopen again." ”

"But we still have a settling account."

Ethan took a puff of cigarette and a sip of mellow whiskey, tasting it unhurriedly.

Banshee Town.

It's really interesting.

As soon as I came back, I encountered this kind of drama.

"I don't understand."

Candy took a step with a calm face: "You punched me, I don't know what business we can talk about?" ”

Hearing this, Ethan raised his eyebrows.

"Don't move."

The black jacket adjusted the muzzle position of the gun in the direction of the candy's movement: "All the old bartenders will have an old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun under the bar, and I don't know if this is the law of the world." ”

"I really advise you not to do stupid things, though."

"Please believe me, I really don't care about killing a Nigo." (End of chapter)