After some exchange, Ethan succeeded in breaking down Gordon's hostility.

Politics is not sometimes a matter of life or death.

It's not a desperate struggle.

If you lose the election, you will lose, and if you want to live or die because you lose the election, and you will see the winner as a thorn in the flesh, then in a year, I don't know how many people will die in the struggle with each other.

There are still benefits to maintaining a decent one.

Besides.

The fight between him and Gordon was not so bad as to hack each other.

So there's no personal vendetta to talk about.

Not to mention that he was the one who was shot, and in the eyes of outsiders, Ethan was the one who needed to be angry.

People go to empty cups.

Deliciously draining his coffee, he pressed it under the cup with his tip.

Gordon asked for this cup of coffee.

Back at the campaign office, Ethan strode to the wall with a calm face and patted the map around Banshee Town hanging on it: "Everyone stop what they are doing, and I announce something." ”

Seeing that his face was not good, several people present hurriedly stopped.

Jenny, who was in the office inside, also walked out quickly.

"That's right."

Closing the glass door outside, Ethan paced back and forth a few times with a gloomy face: "I don't know if everyone can bear this news, don't be too excited." ”

This operation lifted everyone's hearts.

"About this election."

He stopped, and a smile instantly appeared on his face: "Our competitor has decided to withdraw from the election." ”

The voice fell, and the office was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Several people all stared blankly at Ethan.

Beth plucked out her ears, as if suspecting that she was having auditory hallucinations.

"Just tomorrow."

In the eager eyes of the gang, Ethan said with certainty: "Gordon will announce his withdrawal, and I will be the only candidate for mayor this time, and we have won the election!! ”

"Oh my God."

Beth sat down in her chair, not knowing how to react.

The same goes for everyone else.

After half a month of high-intensity work, I encountered a terrorist attack again, but I didn't expect the sweet fruit to suddenly fall off my head like this.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do.

"Congratulations."

Instead of the expected cheers, Jenny stepped forward solemnly: "Mr. Morgan, this is very good news, we deserve it, and you deserve it!" ”

Looking at her hand stretched out earnestly, Ethan held it firmly: "Thank you very much!" ”

"There is no help from you."

"I can't do it all."

It's a time to celebrate, and it's a moment to take seriously.

He shook hands with his campaign office and thanked each other for their efforts, and although it was not yet time to vote, he could already celebrate a little as the sole candidate.

Night falls.

Ethan banged on the steering wheel and parked the car on a remote wasteland on the side of the road.

Over here.

It is the favorite place for the patrol officers to touch the fish.

Unless you're a local townsperson, passing cars tend to overlook this corner of the tree-shaded corner, which is the perfect place to come when it's time to complete a ticket.

The sound of tires crushing gravel sounded.

A patrol car slowly turned in and parked next to the Ford F150.

"Huh."

The window was lowered, and Ethan looked to the side.

"Mr. Morgan."

Bunker also lowered the window of the car and handed out a document bag in his hand: "Information has been found about the people who attacked you that night, a total of three people, who were operating near the slaughterhouse. ”

"If you're not mistaken."

"Because of what happened the other day, they were transferred there by the Aryan Brotherhood."

As Ethan opened the file bag, Bunker continued, "That place is a fraternity astringent film studio, and these three men have been there to help with the filming!" ”

"Oh?"

Looking at the photo in his hand, Ethan raised his eyebrows and asked, "The Brotherhood still has this kind of business?" ”

"Hmm."

The male town policeman nodded silently, gritted his teeth and said, "It may also involve illegal confinement, forcing minors and the like, and I will submit the information to Sheriff Lotus in an hour." ”

"This should be enough time for you to do it!"

It's one thing for him to retaliate, and the police need to crack the case as well.

Leaving a gap for Ethan is a double win.

Three prison photos, bald, bald and short black hair, all white men with swastika tattoos on their necks, which is the standard symbol of those people.

Further down is the information of these three people.

Fights, robberies, violent injuries, etc., are common in gangsters.

Address.

Also marked out.

Near Procott's former slaughterhouse, the town's few industrial plants are scattered there.

They all have criminal records, and it is not surprising that they can find information about these people.

The difficulty is the difficulty.

Where are the people.

Siobhan actually communicated with him about the case, and through the surveillance video that night, he could probably determine one of them and his partner who often messed around together, but he never found the whereabouts of the person.

Dare is hiding like a mouse.

The fraternity also rewarded meritorious deeds and arranged a good errand for the three of them.

Ethan put away the file bag and couldn't help but wonder, "How do you know the whereabouts of these people?" ”

"The informant heard it."

Bunker's eyes flashed with a hint of embarrassment, but he said in a muffled voice with certainty: "You can rest assured that there will be no mistakes in the information." ”

Seeing that the other party didn't want to say, Ethan didn't bother to ask.

It should also be a friend that the other party met in the fraternity before, anyway, as long as he can give what he wants, how he gives it, who gives it, it doesn't matter to him.

"Okay."

Nodding, he raised the window: "You will leave later, don't let people see it." ”

"Thank you!"

"Needless to say."

Bunker nodded in response, raising the window as well, keeping the fluttering snowflakes out.

A secret cooperation was quietly completed.

The two of them take what they need.

The Ford pickup truck turned on its headlights and sped out of the wasteland, plunging headlong into the night of Banshee Town, headlong in the direction of Chino's Moon.

Ten minutes later.

A Toyota with a fake license plate came to the vicinity of the Procott slaughterhouse.

The LOGO on it has not changed, but there is a different owner inside, as the only slaughterhouse in the town, it provides a high-quality meat supply to Banshee Town and surrounding towns and counties.

It's a good place to launder money and arrange for your subordinates to work.

The income is not much, but it also provides a stable income from energy sources, and its biggest advantage is to be able to settle people.

And the trucks that transport livestock.

It can also be loaded with some goods that others can't imagine.

In the slaughterhouse, which is still busy, there are a large number of white supremacist guys, and this industry, which once belonged to Rebecca, has also been taken over by Watts.

Things come the same way.

Ethan smiled and lowered his cap and drove the vehicle staggering across the railroad.

(End of chapter)