Brock looked at the new mayor in bewilderment, wondering why he was bringing this up.

"That's right."

Ethan flicked the ashtray into the ashtray and said seriously: "Among the department heads in Banshee Town, the only one I believe in is you, and I also regard you as my own in my heart. ”

"So, I'll be straight to the point."

He smiled slightly, and said directly: "You must not feel offended. ”

"To be honest, the income I get from this job may not be enough for a month's drink, and I will definitely invest in other businesses in the town."

As he said this, Brock's waist quietly straightened.

Looking forward to what the other person has to say.

"How so?"

Ethan took another deep puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke: "I don't just like to get rich myself, but I like to bring my friends to get rich together." ”

"If you want, if you have the right business, I'll count you in it."

This guy knows the roots, and he has known each other for so many years, but Ethan feels that it is not strong enough just by feelings, and if he has a common interest relationship with Brock, it will be very stable.

Go out by sharing a little profit, and turn the sheriff into his real subordinate.

Ethan thinks it's a good deal.

Seeing his serious expression, Brock swallowed with difficulty.

This is an opportunity.

An opportunity to change your situation.

The other party's degree of wealth may have exceeded his imagination, not to mention the car he drove, the mansion that is being built by the lake can't be beaten without five or six million, and it is impossible not to say that he is not envious.

But he knows what he can do, and being a sheriff is almost the same.

Making money is really not a strong point.

didn't expect the other party to say such a thing, so that he could get out of the situation of being poor after paying alimony.

Although he didn't know what the guy meant by business.

But with the other party's mind, it is definitely no problem to make money.

"Honestly, thank you very much."

Brock exhaled lightly, his expression a little solemn: "You know my financial situation, I don't have the money to invest in any business, in this case, you must have taken a fancy to something about me." ”

"For example, this!"

He raised his hand and tapped it twice against the badge hanging on his chest.

"Other than that."

The bald sheriff looked at Ethan meaningfully: "I don't think I have anything else valuable, so, what illegal business do you want to do?" ”

"Unique, you definitely won't touch it."

"Guns?"

"Or is it a branch girl?"

Ethan had a smile in his eyes, there were many fools in the world, but Brock was obviously not one of them.

Sure enough, you can't underestimate anyone.

But he didn't speak, just quietly looked at the guy in front of him, smoking a cigarette without a puff.

In the mayor's office, it became silent.

This quiet appearance made Brock completely muttered in his heart.

He can guess what the other party means, and it is clear that the opportunity is given, and he will not explain so much to you, and he will not give himself too much time to think about it if he wants to get on the boat.

In the sheriff's opinion, the flashing cigarette butt is the countdown.

Maybe when the other party finished smoking half a cigarette, the door of this opportunity would be closed, thinking of this, a trace of sweat broke out in his head.

Ethan was still smoking a cigarette quietly.

I don't know how to explain anything, and if I want to follow myself, I have to do it without hesitation.

His move is also to establish a psychological and status advantage, if he struggles to explain for a long time, it will become his own begging Brock to do it with him, and it will become him and his own work.

But after firmly grasping the initiative, it is the other party who wants to seize the opportunity he gives.

Then there is no doubt that it is he working for himself.

One and, one for.

These are two very different approaches, and it's clear that Ethan prefers the second one.

After a moment of silence, Brock bit down on the cigarette butt and stared at Ethan: "If you don't mind, I'm willing to do anything for you, Boss!! ”

He looks glamorous to outsiders, and he's the sheriff of Banshee Town.

It can be regarded as a high authority.

But Brock knew what his situation was, and the words of the construction worker today didn't mean that in his heart, the steady stream of bills was about to crush his finances.

He needed such an opportunity.

The most important thing is that with his own knowledge of Ethan, Brock knows that this person still has a bottom line.

I don't think I would do that kind of thing that goes against my conscience.

So I made a decision.

shouted that boshi, his whole body seemed to have unloaded some burden, and his trembling hand that had just held the cigarette became steady.

"Hmm."

Ethan nodded in satisfaction and stretched out his hand to Brock: "Please believe me, I will never mind." ”

"Smack!"

The Sheriff of Banshee Town did not hesitate to hold the hand of the Mayor of Banshee Town, and also grabbed it hard, showing his firmness.

That's what I want.

Ethan grinned, grabbed the other party's hand, and said, "Remember what I said in your office that you want to rid Procot of all the scourge left behind by Banshee Town?" ”

"Uh-huh."

Brock nodded and said to the small piece of town flag erected on the table, "Isn't that what you've been doing?" ”

"Be mayor and find a way to bring them down."

"Actually."

Showing his white teeth, Ethan's smile took on a hint of hideousness: "I'm already doing it, are the girls in the Seqing Shooting Workshop okay now?" ”

With what the other party just said, something can be told to Brock.

The first is to see the other person's reaction.

On the other hand, this kind of thing will be indispensable in the future.

If there is an informed police chief who cleans up the mess for himself, he can reduce the possibility of his own exposure, and he will not be inexplicably confronted by the police, to be honest, he was still a little worried about being almost blocked before.

That's where Brock comes in.

As he said that, the hand he was holding suddenly tightened, and the sheriff's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Damn it."

Brock was shocked: "You did it?" ”

"I know, Shet, this is really something you can do, God, are you crazy!"

"Wait."

His eyes widened again: "The strip club was robbed? ”

is worthy of a sheriff, and the reaction is really fast.

Ethan smiled and let go of his hand, shrugging his shoulders in obligation.

"God."

The question was confirmed, and Brock jumped up from his chair excitedly, the message that had a much bigger impact on him than the other party's campaign for mayor.

Boy.

On the surface, he occupies an official identity, and when the time comes, he uses his power to suppress those people.

Strike hard behind your backs and kill criminals.

He played like this, it was no wonder that the Aryan Brotherhood people were not trapped, and this guy's methods were too dark, Brock excitedly left his chair, paced back and forth on the carpet, and his eyes swept to the guy who was sitting calmly in the office chair.

He is a sheriff, and the other party dares to admit to killing in front of him.

This means, coupled with this guts.

Follow the right person!

"Bang."

The sheriff sat back in his chair and looked at Ethan with his saliva: "You should have told me earlier, after all, it's too dangerous to do that alone!" ”

"What if I hurt you?"

Hearing this, the latter picked up his coffee cup and glanced at him with a slight disdain.

"Ahem~"

Brock scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Damn it."

He cursed in a low voice to express his shocked mood now. (End of chapter)