At the rally of a thousand people, Ethan was not timid.

"It turns out."

He shook his head and made a gesture of shooting: "This works very well. ”

"Until they were sent under six feet, the two kidnappers' mothers, Jalan Fake, were very cooperative, and did not complain at all, and of course, they did not have that chance."

"Hahaha~"

Immediately, the room was full of laughter, and everyone was overjoyed.

The pastor in the crowd laughed and reluctantly drew a cross, asking God for forgiveness for his sins.

"I'm sorry."

Ethan also hurriedly followed the cross: "Pastor, please forgive me for adding so much work to you, you need to clean so many people's ears on Sundays. ”

"Especially children, I can't learn what I said just now."

"Haha~"

Another burst of laughter.

Pastor Ramsay was so pleased with the other party's reference to himself on this occasion that he hurriedly told him that God would forgive such words and actions.

"Why am I saying this?"

Ethan's face straightened, and he said in a sonorous voice: "It turns out that some barbarians cannot communicate with them with words, a few years ago, and the same last night. ”

"This shot."

He slapped his left arm and shouted, "Not on me." ”

"It's an attempt to destroy our good desire for peace."

"I can't tolerate it!"

"There is no need to tolerate !! either"

With his right hand clenched into a fist, Ethan held it up in the air: "We need to use batons and handcuffs to tell those people to stay away from Banshee Town, we don't need to be alone, we don't need them to poison our children." ”

"Tell me."

He amplified his voice, which rolled through the microphone into a wave in the gymnasium: "What do we need?" ”

"Let Banshee Town calm again."

Several farmer brothers raised their arms and shouted.

"What do we need?" Ethan raised his arms again.

"Let Banshee Town be calm again!!"

Everyone shouted the campaign slogan in unison, and the voices gathered into a torrent that gushed out of the stadium and echoed far away.

Listening to the movement, Gordon slowly raised the window.

Frustrated, he stepped on the accelerator and drove the car towards the town hall building.

Vehicles whizz past the intersection.

A pickup truck parked next to it was splashed with a lot of snowflakes, but several people inside didn't care, just looked at the gymnasium not far away with expressionless faces, and the bursts of cheers sounded very harsh to them.

Sitting in the driver's seat was a tall white man in his fifties.

He has short blonde hair and a hooked nose.

The ice-blue eyes stared at the big billboard on it, as if to keep the resolute man in mind.

"Watts."

The white man in the passenger seat held the hood and a submachine gun in his hand, and his expression was a little excited: "We need to surprise those guys!! ”

This guy is ordinary-looking.

It looks like a somewhat well-behaved face, but at this time it looks extremely hideous.

"Idiot."

Eagle Hook Nose shook his head slowly, and said with a gloomy face: "This is not the right time to attract the attention of the federal department, this is just another Kendall, a waste who only shouts slogans." ”

"But this piece of waste killed one of us last night."

The well-behaved white man roared angrily, "We need to warn. ”

Both of them had dry and quiet faces.

Only with the sleeves rolled up can you see the hidden swastika tattoo, unlike the two people sitting in the back row, which are tattooed directly on the face.

"Calvin."

Hooknose Watts looked coldly to the side, grabbed the steering wheel and asked, "Are you questioning my decision?" ”

"No, sir."

The man in the passenger seat had a stiff face, gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

There was still a look of madness flashing in his eyes, and he felt a trace of dissatisfaction with being suppressed.

"It's just a political slogan."

Watts hung up the gear with a blank face and slowly turned the steering wheel: "After these politicians come to power, they will soon forget what they have said, and all they think and do is make money." ”

"And."

He glanced coldly at Calvin, and said with great dissatisfaction:

"Last night's action was so stupid, I don't know if you had poop in your head, you'll never learn to think like Bunker, and you can do it by attacking the campaign office?"

"Those three people give them low-key jobs."

"Hide."

"During this time, our people need to be quiet, first, to avoid this Ethan Morgan limelight, and I will talk to him afterwards, as long as there is money, we can always reach a cooperation."

"Second."

"Now I'm in a deal with players in South America, and I can't afford to make any mistakes."

"Bump."

Another slap on the steering wheel, Watts exclaimed: "The most important thing now is not to provoke politicians and set up more enemies, but to seize the time to find out the people who attacked the club that night." ”

"And Zat."

"Wherever he goes, I'll give you three more days to bring him to me."

"No one can take my stuff and run away."

Fack!

Calvin raised his head viciously and pounced on Watts, his fist raining down like madness: "I'm also Bunker, why do you only call that guy Bunker and call me Calvin." ”

"My Calvin is no worse than Curt, he's just a few years older than me, what's the big deal."

"What's in your head is poop."

Punch after punch, constantly hitting the opponent's face.

The bridge of the nose is discounted, and the flesh is splashed.

Not enough to relieve his breath, Calvin grabbed the submachine gun and pressed the trigger hard against the opponent's chest, and the bullet was all sent into Watts's trembling body.

The splash of blood made him feel extremely happy.

He pulled out another chainsaw.

With a thud, the rapidly rotating sawtooth pressed hard against the leader of the Aryan Brotherhood, and the car instantly turned into a slaughterhouse, and the blood stained everything it could touch red.

It's not enough, Calvin has an extra RPG in his hand.

Aim the warhead at Watts' head.

Pull the trigger hard.

Bang.

The tail flame erupted, and the fire was everywhere.

Everything was torn apart by fire, and the roar and roar mingled into a miraculous and beautiful music.

Calvin !!

A loud shout rang out.

The extremely chaotic fantasy was quickly retracted, and seeing the ice blue eyes staring at him, Calvin was frightened for a while, and quickly lowered his head: "I know what to do, rest assured, Zat's whereabouts have been found." ”

"Then bring him back to me as soon as possible."

Watts stepped on the gas pedal hard, and a cold voice rang out, "I'm going to see who dares to steal our Aryan Brotherhood's money." ”

"Got it, sir."

Calvin replied in a muffled voice.

The handle of the submachine gun was already soaked with sweat from his hands at this time.

The vehicle broke through the snowflakes and quickly drove off the street.

Only the extremely noisy gymnasium behind it was left behind, making waves after waves, and the Banshee Town was about to usher in new changes in this cheer.

(End of chapter)