Follow the stairs to the second floor.

Brock pushed open the first room and took the lead in entering: "Sit casually and drink coffee?" ”

"I bought a brand new coffee maker."

"Thank you."

Ethan lit a cigarette and looked around, and next to the entrance was a small bookcase with many medals of honor and a photo of Brock and his family.

The desk is facing away from the glass window.

Standing there, you can see the people below, and several guys are burying their heads in filling in the information.

Pulling out the chair, Shi Shiran sat down.

On the wall next to the bookcase hangs a photo of Brock and Gordon, both dressed very formally and clasping their hands together.

That's normal.

The executive branch likes to hang up photos with the chief.

"The environment is good."

Leaning back, Ethan bit his cigarette and said, "But there are fewer people below, plus two or three patrol officers, your work can be easier." ”

"Huh?"

Brock put down a cup of coffee, shook his head and smiled, "Is this your campaign promise?" ”

"Say it!"

He returned to his office chair and looked at the young man opposite: "What the hell do you think, why did you suddenly think of running for mayor, this is not a trivial matter. ”

Seeing this guy put on a formal appearance, Ethan sat upright for a few minutes.

"The security of Banshee Town is very clear."

After a moment of silence, he said slowly, "Candy, Emmett, and Bunker were all injured at the hands of the Aryan Brotherhood, right, that kind of fight happened in the strip club the other day. ”

"On the way here, I also saw a few street vendors."

"It wasn't like that in Banshee Town when I left here." Noticing that Brock's face was a little embarrassed, Ethan waved his hand and handed the other party a cigarette: "Trust me, I didn't mean to blame you." ”

"It's true that the police force in Banshee Town is limited, and those people are not so easy to deal with."

Brock's face softened as he said this.

Even if everyone is friends, if they are pointed at their noses and scolded for not doing their jobs properly, then there will be some anger.

It's not like he didn't think about doing it to those people.

But the number and firepower were crushed by the Aryan Brotherhood, and even if they went out on patrol, they only barely managed to keep the situation from deteriorating sharply.

"The Aryan Brotherhood, too, is my goal."

Ethan flicked off the ashes of his cigarette and shrugged his shoulders and said, "Just like we used to do with Procott, we need to take Watts down, you need allies, I need an official status, is this reason acceptable?" ”

"I don't understand why Gordon would watch this happen."

He turned against the guest and showed the momentum of the Chicago sheriff: "The first thing I did when I won the mayor's election was to push the council to increase the police department's budget, increase the number of personnel, and upgrade the police equipment. ”

"Knock knock."

Tapping his fingers on the table a few times, he smiled and said, "You need more power as a sheriff. ”

"There can't be just four or five people who can command."

Unconsciously, Ethan has achieved part of the essence of power, which is peace.

By promise, in exchange for support.

If the first words just moved Brock, then the latter words made him yearn for it.

They are all sheriffs, with only two or three kittens under them, and they are not tough enough to communicate with their counterparts in the next town, and the Chino Police Department, with Nora's support, has grown to ten people.

Now only two people have been injured, and I have to go out on a driving patrol every day.

It's like what's going on.

Others are also sheriffs, but they only occasionally go out for a walk when they are tired of staying at the police station.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but lick my lips.

As long as it is a person, he likes the power in his hands to become bigger.

Brock is no exception.

"My campaign slogan is to calm Banshee Town again." Ethan stretched out his hand and nodded heavily, "Procott is down, but the bad guys behind him are still there." ”

"Those people need to be taken down completely before the town can really return to peace."

This is indeed his wish.

As for Nora's blueprint, the grand plan was just a matter of handicap, and even if it didn't work out, it didn't matter to him.

Looking at the hand in front of him, Brock took a deep puff of his cigarette.

He slowly exhaled smoke.

"Smack~"

The two hands clasped together.

"I'll find a way to help you." Brock's eyebrows furrowed, and he said with some worry: "But it's not enough for me to be alone, Gordon's reputation in the past few years is actually good." ”

"I have a good relationship with a town councilor."

"Evening."

He nodded slowly, thought about it and said, "I'll call him later, and make an appointment to come out for dinner in the evening." ”

"With his help, your chances of winning are better."

In fact, he didn't want to object just now, but he felt that Ethan didn't have much chance of winning, after all, he was young and there was no help, and it seemed a bit like he was dreaming.

It wasn't until I heard those words that I made up my mind to follow along.

After all, offended the mayor.

The work will be more troublesome in the future.

Maybe, there is a possibility that he will be ousted.

"Huh?"

Ethan let go of his hand with a playful expression: "Who told you that there was only one person, by the way, my campaign assistant is Jenny Kendall." ”

"Ahem~"

Brock choked on a puff of his cigarette and quickly slapped his chest.

"Waterfa?"

After coughing a few times, his face turned red and said, "Kendall, you mean the Kendall family?" ”

The guy snuffed out the cigarette with all his might, looking at it expectantly.

Shrugging his shoulders, Ethan said he had heard correctly.

"Damn it."

Scratching his chin hard, Brock said with emotion: "Maybe it's really possible for you to do this, maybe I'll change my name to your boss when the time comes!" ”

Ethan laughed at this.

He leaned back in his chair and spewed out the smoke in comfort.

After the candidacy was confirmed, the small office was officially opened.

Under Jenny's leadership, Ethan began to get to know the town thoroughly, and he continued to visit every house and street in the town, and these experiences made him extraordinary.

He talked endlessly about all kinds of people he didn't know, and passionately told his blueprint for governance, which made his speech eloquence level suddenly improved.

Listening is what he has done the most.

A lot of people don't really want to know what you do, they want to feel like they're needed and heard.

The effect of the ticket is also slowly showing.

Sums of money, large and small, were remitted into campaign accounts by his supporters from all directions, and those money were converted into propaganda signs, newspaper advertisements and other things, which made his popularity even greater.

Time flew by quietly, and ten days disappeared in an instant.

In the middle of the night, the lights pierce the darkness.

The black Ford F150 slowly drove through the silent streets, illuminating the large billboard above.

(End of chapter)