Early the next morning.

Confused, Ethan was awakened by a strange sensation.

It feels like walking on the clouds.

When he opened his eyes, the futon on his body bulged high.

Fall, puff up again.

Twisting his head to look to the side, the other party was wearing dark blue pants.

A pair of black police combat boots.

"Hmm."

He coughed slightly, lifted the futon, and met Siobhan's bright eyes, who were busy with it.

On his body, he was also wearing a town police shirt.

What an ecstasy policewoman.

"Leave me alone!"

Ethan narrowed his eyes and slowly lowered the quilt, "You continue to fulfill your duties and serve the townspeople!" ”

Just as he had instructed, the female town police officer began to devote herself to serving the sick townspeople, the thin bed was overwhelmed, and the screws shook slightly, making a screeching sound.

An hour later, Siobhan slumped open the curtains.

The harsh sunlight suddenly poured into the room, dyeing the few strands of hair beside her ears golden, and the policewoman's face was as red as an apple.

"The weather was nice."

Ethan walked up behind her in a hospital gown and squinted out the window:

"I have a hunch that there will be a big harvest today."

"Don't move."

Siobhan slapped his hand away, and sat down on the sofa next to him with his legs limp: "Let me rest for a while, and then call the nurse to come and help you put on a new bandage." ”

"Don't."

Hurriedly waving his hand, Ethan declined her kindness: "My harvest depends on this." ”

The policewoman looked dazed.

Completely unaware of what he was talking about.

"Where's Bunker?" There was no need to explain something, Ethan turned around and lay back on the bed: "When did you come over?" ”

"He's gone to the rally."

Siobhan pouted, picked up the fruit knife and peeled the pears he bought: "Last night's incident has spread, and many people have said that whether you are there or not, you have to go over and support. ”

"A lot of people are expected to be there."

"Brock, they've all rushed to school, and they've brought a few people from the Chino police station over to help keep order."

"You know, you're afraid of accidents."

"喏~"

She pointed to the side with a fruit knife, shook her head and smiled, "Emmett also asked me to bring you a bulletproof vest, but I don't think it's very useful." ”

"If those people dare to come, they will probably be beaten to death."

The dexterous fingers peeled the pears clean in the middle of speaking.

The cold light flickered.

The snow-white plough meat is divided into evenly divided pieces on small trays.

"Click."

Siobhan picked up a piece of plough meat and grinned and bit down on Ethan.

Banshee Town High School.

Gym.

Although he was a little panicked, Brock excitedly lifted his duty belt when he saw the scene in front of him.

Spare no effort to stand behind Ethan's platform.

His future is also tightly tied to the other party.

Cars were driving in front of me, honking their horns incessantly, and all of them were plastered with campaign slogans that would calm Banshee Town again and Ethan's campaign portrait.

A red flag, sticking out of the window.

Constantly waving.

One by one, people wearing campaign slogan caps got out of the car, and they all wore wide red T-shirts, turning the outside of the stadium into a sea of red.

The restless red wave stands out in the snow.

There are all the elderly and children.

Many of them were all families.

There was a rumbling sound, and Brock looked in the other direction in surprise, and six tall farm tractors came one after another, and the people on them were crowded, and flags several meters high were swaying back and forth.

"GO, Morgan !!"

"GO, Banshee !!"

While these people cheered, their expressions also looked quite indignant, and they kept shouting slogans to calm Banshee Town again.

The school on the weekend did not seem peaceful.

It's as hot as a volcano.

Even if it's Banshee Day, there's no time in town like this.

Brock clutched his belt tightly, showing his most energetic side, and according to the sight before him, the position under his ass could not be more stable.

When he was excited.

On the street corner not far away, several people looked like ashes.

The mood was like the blue flag in front of them, wilting and listless.

"Actually."

The assistant standing behind Gordon clasped his arms in front of him, gritted his teeth, and said, "Could this be the show that Ethan Morgan directed and performed to show the whole town the image of his victims?" ”

"Damn it."

He kicked heavily at the snowdrift next to him, raising a puff of white mist: "If today is voting day, then there is no doubt that 90% of the votes will belong to that guy." ”

Hearing this, several people next to him nodded in agreement.

Among them were lawmakers, secretaries and people from Gordon's campaign office.

their mood.

It's as cold as this weather right now.

"Don't say anything like that."

Gordon crossed his hands on his hips and said a little deflated: "Don't forget, there was a dead man last night." ”

"Someone would put on a show of this kind of thing?"

A few fluttering words choked the few people behind him and didn't know what to say.

That's right.

Don't say it's a mayoral election.

Even in the gubernatorial election, I have never heard of anyone who can give his subordinates a life to help him ascend to power, let alone confirm that the person who died is a white supremacy.

That group was constantly attacked in Morgan's speeches.

Those people should hate him to the bone.

How could it be possible to do such a thing to help that guy.

"Lucky bastard."

But those white supremacists did this kind of thing to help that guy, and one of the town councilors couldn't help but let out a low curse when he thought of this.

Cursing sounded one after another.

Oh, yes.

That's a lucky bastard.

If it weren't for this, how could they have fought back and forth.

Now all the previous efforts have been in vain.

As far as the kind of support they see, unless Gordon gets shot, but if that happens, no one will believe it, even if it is not intentional.

A sigh sounded quietly.

Inside the gymnasium, in the back office.

Ethan sat upright in his chair and let the makeup artist fiddle with it, not so much as to be more energetic, but to do it in the direction of his pale face.

Luckily, this makeup artist is a friend of Siobhan's.

Otherwise.

It's really hard to make a request.

No way, self-healing ability is too good sometimes a problem, Ethan after a night of rest is in good spirits, he can't see the slightest injury he has suffered, and he can only use his hands and feet in makeup.

Music was playing on the stereo outside, and it sounded like a big party.

"That's it."

The makeup artist nodded in satisfaction and put the mirror in front of the other party: "How do you feel?" ”

(End of chapter)