The blue glow lit up in the snowy night.

Outside the campaign office, several patrol cars and ambulances were parked.

Even though it was late at night, there were still a lot of onlookers.

Among them were Ethan's supporters.

"Mr. Morgan, are you alright?" Concerned inquiries were made.

"Don't be afraid." Someone also held up a wine bottle wrapped in a paper bag and shouted, "No matter what those bitches want to do, they are doomed to fail." ”

The campaign office was attacked, and that was a big deal.

As supporters, they are now quite indignant, and there is no doubt that some people do not want to see Morgan elected.

"Listen."

Ethan strode over and looked at the few people standing outside the cordon, especially the man with the wine bottle: "You're right, those who can't defeat me will make me stronger. ”

"I don't know whose interests I'm offending."

"But this incident convinced me that what I was doing was the right thing to do, and I will definitely stick to it."

These men were farmers.

Judging by their appearance, they must have just returned from a party, and their faces were already crimson from drinking.

"That's right."

"That's what it is."

The red neck, who was holding the bottle, had always supported Ethan's hard-line policy, and after a few words of applause with his friend, he looked at the bleeding arm worriedly: "We can't let those miscellaneous things get their way." ”

"But like you, will tomorrow's rally still go on normally?"

"Mr. Regan!"

Ethan recognized the guy who had donated a hundred dollars to himself and smiled at him, "If you're willing to help me open the cap, then I think everything will be back to normal." ”

In the face of the farmer, it is necessary to show a heroic side.

Just treat them as friends.

"Hahaha."

Several people burst into laughter, and the red neck excitedly unscrewed the cap: "It's my pleasure, Mr. Morgan." ”

"That's right, like a tough guy, what's it to bleed!"

As several people looked at him expectantly, Ethan took the bottle of rum.

The liquid is golden and the smell of wine is rushing to the nose.

It was undoubtedly a strong rum of 50 degrees, but he didn't care, and in the shocked expressions of those people, he poured half a bottle of liquor in one go.

Can kill, dare to drink.

Conquer several farmers in an instant.

"How?" Ethan exhaled heavily and handed the bottle back, "Guys, would you like to have a drink with me?" ”

"Of course."

Redneck took the wine bottle and said excitedly: "You are not a high-ranking official, I am sure of this. ”

Gulping down Rum, he wiped his beard:

"Tomorrow I will call everyone I know, rest assured, there are many people standing with you."

"That's right."

The person in the back also excitedly took the bottle.

In a short time, they drank all the bottles of wine, and at Ethan's beckoning, they stopped stopping and drove away in a pickup truck shouting campaign slogans.

Drunk driving, something that doesn't exist.

Small-town law enforcement is quite resilient.

Under normal circumstances, acquaintances will turn a blind eye, not to mention that this is Ethan's supporter.

You must know that now when the Banshee Town police go out on patrol, they will wear a cap printed with Ethan's campaign slogan on their heads, and the support can be described as full.

"Mr. Morgan."

The first responder in the back helplessly spread his hands: "I think you should go to the hospital, your wound needs to be stitched." ”

"Wait a little longer."

Ethan waved his hand and strode over to the corpse that he had knocked to the ground.

Until then, he needs to understand who did it to him.

The Banshee Town Police Department was all in the way, busily investigating the scene, and if it wasn't for Ethan's attack, the attack on the campaign office was a horrific thing.

As a magistrate, you have to show your own attitude.

"There is no doubt about it."

Brock squatted hard, twisting his hooded head to the side, revealing the swastika around his neck: "Aryan Brotherhood, it seems that they are quite unhappy with your campaign philosophy. ”

For some time now, Ethan's speeches have all focused on law and order.

Crack down on unique products, control violent crimes, etc.

There is no doubt that the fundamental interests of the Aryan Brotherhood have been violated, but I didn't expect them to do it directly.

This guy's death was very tragic.

It was beaten like a hornet's nest, and it was stained red on the sidewalk.

This scene made the Indian policeman Raven a little dumbfounded, it was one thing to hear the rumors of the other party, but it was another thing to really see what happened.

Sure enough, it was the same as rumored.

None of the people who were against their former peers could easily escape.

"I should be fine shooting in self-defense, right?"

Ethan shook his stinging hand and asked with a frown, "After all, I was attacked." ”

"No problem at all."

Brock stood up with his knees on his hands, and said nonchalantly: "This is legitimate and reasonable self-defense, your marksmanship is still as accurate as before, and you have done a good job." ”

He didn't even bother to do a legal gun test.

Although the other party is a retired police officer, his gun license is at the same level as himself.

If this thing is canceled with resignation or retirement, then the police system will have to rebel, and those who have offended and arrested the gangsters will not give up the idea of revenge just because you don't do it.

Former police officers must also have the appropriate force to protect themselves.

"Boss."

A slightly sluggish voice approached, and Bunker walked over briskly with a small black notebook: "The staff's transcript has been completed, if you guess correctly, this is a death warning." ”

The guy has been discharged from the hospital.

And when he started to go to work, even though all the buttons of the uniform were screwed on, some horrible scars could still be seen under the neck.

Subconsciously, Ethan also turned his head.

I thought I was shouting at myself.

"That's right."

Nodding at Ethan, Bunker looked at Brock again: "According to those people, the gunman didn't choose to shoot in the first place. ”

"And the firing positions are all on the high side."

"Based on our inference, it should have been just a warning shooting."

"That's right."

Siobhan also strode out, and said with a solemn expression: "It's just that these guys didn't guess that Ethan fought back so quickly, so they lost their lives, and I suspect that a second wave of attacks will be ushered in at any time." ”

"You go to the hospital first."

Brock waved his hand and said to Ethan, "Just leave it to us here." ”

"Hmm."

There's nothing he can do to stay here, Ethan winks at Bunker and heads to the ambulance.

If you don't retaliate, how can that work?

He didn't care what the goal of those people was, what he had to do was to find out and kill the three people who were driving with him just now, and all those who dared to do it to him would not end well.

The name of the murderer is re-established from now on.

(End of chapter)