Motorcycle Club Bar.

When the new mayor and the chiefess are in full swing, it is also very lively.

Men and women with various white supremacy tattoos nearly filled the bar, swastika flags hung on the walls, and portraits of art students were displayed in the most conspicuous places for worship.

The bar was smoky, with the smell of cigars and cigarettes blending together.

The sound of billiard balls banging, and in the big TV in the corner, the documentary of the art students' military parade is an eternal program.

Flour and pills were messily laid out on the tables.

There are many people who have no time to go to the bathroom, and they play social games directly on the table, which seems to be a common thing in a small bar.

No one was surprised, but a few cheers.

Next to the bar.

A person was drinking sullen wine alone, and the brandy was poured into his stomach one after another, completely unable to blend into the lively atmosphere.

"Bang~"

The glass slammed into the countertop, and the man shouted, "One more glass!" ”

"Please."

The barmaid in a small vest shook the towel and wiped the bar, shook her head and said, "Calvin, you've drunk enough, go back and rest early, Maggie is waiting for you at home!" ”

As she wiped the table, two clumps of soft flesh with swastikas tattooed on them swayed back and forth.

"Bichi."

Calvin grabbed the bartender's wrist and said with red eyes, "I said, give me another drink!" ”

"OK~ let go."

The bartender was in pain and struggled hard.

"Bang."

The bar door opened, and two burly white men walked in with a guy, one of whom shouted excitedly: "The guy who came to our territory yesterday has found it, and this kid dares to show up today." ”

With a bang, the whole small bar continued to shout and swear.

During this time, they seized the market of several surrounding towns and counties, and made a lot of profits from it, and this kind of behavior was absolutely not allowed.

"Bang~"

The glass slammed into the wall, splintering in all directions.

"Take him in."

Calvin left the barstool and yelled viciously at the two white men.

Trousers, white shirt.

The face is delicate.

But under the influence of alcohol, his delicate face became hideous, and his half-open clothes were covered with terrifying tattoos.

The two nodded, dragging the skinny white man into the back room.

Calvin strode in.

And there were also a dozen good deeds in the bar, and they also picked up their beers and poured in.

"What do you want to do?"

The thin white man was horrified, and before he could react, Calvin, who was in a bad mood, was carried to a tong table inside, his body was pressed down, and his head was clamped between two iron plates.

The slightest resistance is a punch.

"Bastard."

Calvin grabbed the iron rod on the splint with both hands and shouted, "This is what happens when you reach out indiscriminately!" ”

After speaking, his hands twisted vigorously.

"Squeak~"

The frightening sound of bolts turning, and the two iron plates tightened inward.

"Ah!!h

A violent scream rang out, and the tingling sensation of his head about to explode made the skinny white man with his hands and feet tied struggle desperately.

This shout made the group of people who walked in excitedly gasp.

"Hey."

One of the strong men who brought the people in rushed forward and hurriedly pushed Calvin aside: "Damn, what are you doing here, he is the same color as us, there is no need to use this method." ”

"Watts said it was just a warning, and we need to get him to deliver the message."

As soon as the warning came out, Calvin's face turned red.

"Bang!"

In front of the guy who pushed himself away, he picked up his arm and punched the other party over, and then raised his foot excitedly, kicking frantically again and again: "Warning, why do you always have to warn??? ”

"What are we doing, huh?"

"Either to this person or to that person, can I warn me?"

The anger of being beaten and ridiculed today came to his heart for a while, and he kicked and kicked the strong man like a mad dog, constantly venting the anger in his heart.

This crazy scene frightened the people of the Brotherhood around them into silence.

They looked at each other, and no one dared to step forward to stop them.

There is a clear hierarchy in the Aryan Brotherhood, and as the only captain-level person on the scene, no one dares to pull Calvin, who will only be beaten for nothing.

Although everyone knows that this guy is venting his anger today.

"Lift him up."

Calvin kept the last shred of clarity, gasping for breath and stopping his movements.

He stared viciously at the strong man who had been kicked for a few seconds, and it was not until he saw the submission in the other man's eyes that he returned to the side of the clamp, grabbed the iron rod and turned wildly with red eyes.

In full view of everyone, the thin white man was quickly squeezed to the point that blood flowed from his eyes and nostrils.

Immediately after, there was a muffled click.

The head was crushed and deformed, and the whole person became a puddle of mud.

"Ah!!h

Calvin then felt comfortable, clenched his fists and roared.

"Smack~"

Grabbed the shirt with both hands and tore it hard, and the buttons jumped.

"That's it."

He slapped the tattoo on his chest and swept it towards everyone in the small room with a hideous face: "Those who have these totems are our own people, and everyone else who dares to oppose us is the enemy." ”

"Enemies of our Brotherhood do not deserve to be warned."

He waved his arm, pointed hard at the guy who was caught alive by himself, and roared: "They can only have one end, death!! ”

Someone who can join a fraternity and embrace this philosophy.

There's a hint of madness in them.

Calvin's declaration, and the madness, instantly detonated everyone in the room, and he let out a frantic roar with him, even the man who had just been beaten by him waved his arms excitedly.

If you feel aggrieved, he is not alone.

During this time, they have endured various attacks one after another, and the people of the Brotherhood have long been holding back the fire in their bellies!

Today I have suffered that humiliation again.

But Watts could only ask them to endure it again and again.

Calvin's words ignited the dissatisfaction of these people, they came out to mix, why should they always scruple about this and that.

"Bang."

The wooden door of the small room was slammed open, and a tall figure appeared at the door, and the movement made the roar inside suddenly cease and become deathly silent.

"All out."

Watts' sharp eyes fell on the man who had been strangled to death, and he said coldly, "Except Calvin!" ”

The excitement was suppressed in an instant, and the people in the room gritted their teeth and walked out, and as they passed by Calvin, many people reached out and slapped him on him, which was to show his support.

Calvin folded his hands behind his back, stood solemnly and raised his chin slightly.

He unceremoniously met Watts' gaze.

There was no fear. (End of chapter)