The door closed, and the hustle and bustle outside was immediately blocked.

Heavy footsteps sounded.

From time to time, Watts glanced at the man whose head had been blown off, and then his gaze fell on Calvin, who had torn his clothes, and compared to his delicate face, this guy was exceptionally strong.

Muscles bulged, and the swastika rose and fell with his breathing.

"Smack!"

The big slap whistled and fanned, and Calvin's head was slapped crookedly.

A few nosebleeds splattered onto the floor.

"Whew~"

Calvin took a heavy breath and straightened his head.

His hands were still behind his back as they had just been, but his fists were clenched.

"Papa~"

Several more slaps fell, and the left and right bows hit him so that his whole face was swollen and his body became shaky.

"If it weren't for the fact that you married my daughter."

Watts flicked his wrist and stared at Calvin coldly: "I promise that I will clamp you to death with a pincer, no one can resist my order, a few slaps can easily end, understand?" ”

"Yes, sir!"

Calvin let the nosebleed drip and muffled in response.

On the surface, he looked very calm, but his heart had already turned upside down, he lowered his head slightly, gritted his teeth and said, "I just think that maybe we should change the way." ”

"Oh?"

Watts stood in front of him and asked lightly, "In what way?" ”

"Violence is what we do best."

Wiping a handful of nosebleeds, Calvin looked at Watts with red eyes: "We should do what we do best, not be humiliated like this, the whole Banshee Town knows that you have been beaten by the new mayor." ”

"Bang!"

Watts lifted his foot and slammed it into the chest.

Which pot is not opened, which pot is mentioned.

In a fit of rage, he kicked Calvin over, resisted the urge to draw his gun, and shouted at the guy, "Never question my decision, you can never compare to Bunker with a mind that only thinks about eating and violence." ”

"Don't forget that our people are already with Morgan, it's all temporary."

Watts wanted to kick it again, waving his arm angrily: "We can get all the losses back." ”

"Look away, fool."

"Daddy!!"

At this time, the woman's exclamation sounded: "What are you doing here?" ”

The incense breeze came.

A blonde woman walked briskly into the room and stopped in horror when she saw the man caught in the pincers.

"Please."

Watts flickered, blocking her gaze: "Maggie, you shouldn't have come in." ”

The voice that was extremely cold just now was extremely gentle at this time.

Completely devoid of the momentum of asking for human life, the head of the Aryan Brotherhood would only show this tenderness in front of two people, one was his daughter Maggie, and the other was his grandson.

"Hmm."

Maggie, the blonde woman, couldn't help but glance at the pincers blocked by her father, and stammered:

"Calvin hadn't come home that night, so I came to him."

The man in the back is undoubtedly dead.

Maggie's face turned a little pale.

Fingers were shaking, too.

"Take her back." Watts suppressed his anger and looked at Calvin who was lying on the ground with his stomach covered with a calm face: "In a few days, you will go to the factory to supervise the work, and you will not be allowed to come here again until your head becomes clear." ”

"Understood, sir!"

Calvin bit his cheek and snorted, struggling to his feet.

Maggie wanted to step forward to help, but he stared at her coldly, and could only walk out with the other party at a loss.

Leave this place that scares her immensely.

The life of the mayor of the town, Ethan adapted very well.

With Jenny's help, everything went very smoothly.

After the banquet, he led his assistants to go around one by one, and it took a few days to finally figure out the various situations in Banshee Town.

The town covers an area of nearly 130 square kilometers, which may not sound very large, but combined with a population of several thousand, it is a typical sparsely populated area, and the main economic industries are agriculture and animal husbandry.

Fiscal revenue mainly depends on taxes, property taxes and income taxes.

To his surprise, a considerable part of his income is from the police department, which is also one of the important ways for the town to generate income.

But it's normal.

There is a small town of more than 200 people in Louisiana, and the fine alone makes a million a year.

The mayor and the judge are the same person, and even the sheriff is a relative, who directly pinches the finance, justice and law enforcement, and makes the traffic ticket into an industrial chain.

But it cannot go unpunished.

In this way, he has been the emperor of the soil for more than ten years, and because of local regulations, there is nothing he can do about them.

Of course, Banshee Town can't do that.

However, due to the low public expenditure, the fiscal burden is also relatively light.

For example, there is no bus service in the town, and the fire brigade is shared with the surrounding towns, so the financial situation is very healthy, and although there is not much industry, there is a lot of surplus every year.

So Ethan also made good on his promise.

With a stroke of his pen, he signed his name on the budget list that Brock had handed over.

This includes the purchase of three Ford Interceptors, an update of weaponry and an increase in the number of police officers, expanding the current six-person police station, including Brock, to ten.

That is, four more officers were added at once.

It doesn't seem like much, but think about the time when Hood was there, there were only five people with Ethan.

That's a pretty good increase in headcount.

Even if Brock sat in his office all day long, he could handle the daily patrols, and there was no problem with personnel rotation, and the workload was obviously much less than before.

However, the Banshee Town Police Department is not relaxed, and it is not for them to increase equipment and manpower.

We all know what the new mayor wants to do.

They are also preparing for each other to make some big moves.

Near noon, Ethan picked up a cigarette and left the city hall building to walk to a nearby restaurant.

He, the mayor of the town, doesn't have to clock in to work, and he doesn't need to be 9 to 5 in the morning.

It also looks relaxed.

People, as long as they don't want to be busy, they can't always be busy.

"Hey, what do you want to do?"

As soon as I turned the corner, I heard a low shout.

I saw that Cruz, who was dressed in civilian clothes, was hit hard by a white man, the paper bag in his hand fell to the ground, and the red apples rolled around.

"Look at the point, Bichi!"

The man raised his middle finger and sneered, then ran away, seemingly deliberately provocative.

The policewoman got up angrily, ignoring what had fallen on the ground.

Mouth out of the mouth curses.

Chase after the man.

"Don't chase!"

Seeing this, Ethan hurriedly shouted, but the two disappeared one after the other at the entrance of the alley in front.

With a scolding sentence, he also rushed forward quickly.

Quickly approach that alley. (End of chapter)