After a long time.

The door opened, and Calvin walked up the steps with heavy steps.

He already had a plan in mind, but he still needed to think about it, it didn't matter if the factory was destroyed, he already knew who did it.

The only way now is to find out who is responsible.

Regardless of whether Curt was killed by himself just now, he had to find the people around the other party, and the guys who attacked the factory just now were most likely the ones behind the Aryan Brotherhood.

As long as you find those people, there is still room for redemption.

Not to be defeated.

With a heavy snort, he walked into the room.

In the living room, cartoons are playing on the TV, and Maggie and the child sit on the sofa, laughing at the sharp-billed squirrel chasing pine nuts frantically.

"Hey~"

Noticing footsteps behind her, Maggie looked back at Calvin, "I thought you would be back in a few days." ”

"Hmm."

Calvin snorted and opened the refrigerator.

This dejected look made Maggie frown, but the other party often looked like this, and she was used to it.

Grabbing a handful of popcorn and putting it in her mouth, she continued to watch cartoons with the child.

Taking out the ice bucket, Calvin came to the basement with a gloomy face, he had just experienced a life-and-death crisis, and he urgently needed someone to relax and relax, and pulled out a bottle of tequila from the wine shelf in the corner.

Pour most of the cup into the cup and pour it into your mouth.

As a line of fire rushed to his abdomen, his restlessness finally calmed down a bit, and he grabbed an ice pick and poked it aimlessly in the keg.

"Boom~"

Thick blocks of ice, defenseless in the face of sharp steel cones.

As he poked down, the ice quickly shattered.

With trembling fingers, he grabbed a handful of crushed ice and threw it into the cup, and then poured the tequila into it, Calvin held the bar with both hands, and stared intently at the undulating ice cubes in the cup, his face expressionless.

I don't know how.

The thought that Curt Bunker was most likely dead under his own gun made him feel an inexplicable sense of joy.

Let him describe.

It's like a big stone that has been pressed on the chest for twenty years, and it has finally been smashed by his own hands.

From childhood to adulthood, everything was Curt.

The peers admired Curt, the seniors did not hesitate to praise Curt, and the beautiful girls in the fraternity always favored that guy, and he was a dispensable little transparent who lived in the shadow of the other party.

When I mentioned myself, it was always Bunker's brother.

Until the other person leaves.

The shadow slowly dissipated.

He also began to gain a foothold with all kinds of ruthless methods, and married Curt Bunker's favorite woman back home.

It's all there.

It's all about proving that you're stronger than Curt.

But as the guy returned, the shadow began to hang over his head again, and the voices of Curt became more and more mentioned, and no matter what, the two shots just now finally shattered the nightmare in his heart.

Thinking of this, Calvin had an eerie smile on his face.

"Bump~"

Heavy footsteps sounded.

The tall figure stepped down the wooden staircase, and his cold gaze fell on Calvin.

"Huh."

Watts looked at Calvin standing behind the small bar, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "So after the factory was attacked, what you can do Calvin is to hide in the basement and drink like a mouse?" ”

The tone was flat, but it suppressed the ultimate anger.

It was as if the gaze could breathe fire.

In order to win more benefits for himself, he invested almost all the working capital of the Brotherhood into buying land, and now he is waiting for the batch of goods in the factory to return to blood.

Unexpectedly, a phone call came, and the factory was attacked.

Another phone call, and it was burned again!

This is all informed by others, and the good son-in-law hides in the basement of the house to drink.

Staring at Calvin, he wanted to kill him.

"Tell the truth."

The corners of his mouth turned up, and Watts said with a hint of a smile: "I can't figure out one thing, why did I marry my daughter to you at that time. ”

Calvin, whose face was flushed, wanted to explain something just now.

I want to tell you what I found.

But after hearing the other party's words, the flush on his face quickly dissipated, and under the illumination of the light, his face took on a trace of paleness.

The mouths were also tightly pursed.

Footsteps moved, and Watts shook his head and walked to the wine rack.

He took out a bottle of red wine from it, weighed the weight of the bottle, and felt very comfortable:

"Compared to Bunker."

Those two words made the green tendons on Calvin's head instantly pop up.

He glanced blankly at the steel poke in the ice bucket and grabbed it with lightning speed, followed by a flash of cold light in midair.

"Huh!"

"Bang~"

The raised red wine bottle fell and shattered on the ground.

The liquor flew up and stained the trouser cuffs red.

Watts involuntarily tilted his head to the side, and the instinctive reaction of his muscles made him crush the ice pick, but because of the piercing in the neck, his body could no longer support him to make any counterattacks.

His eyes stared at the wine cabinet.

The rows of wine bottles on it reflected the illusory face of his son-in-law.

"I don't want to hear that again!"

Calvin held the ice pick and whispered in Watts' ear, "You have a foul mouth, and tell you a little secret, the attack on the factory tonight." ”

"It's Curt Bunker who makes you feel amazing!"

"There's good news." Grinning, Calvin shook his head slowly: "In the future, there will be only one Bunker in the world, and that is Calvin Bunker." ”

"Huh~"

The arm jerked back hard, and the ice pick, which was more than ten centimeters long, was pulled out of Watts' neck.

A drop of water splashed on his face.

Boom sounded.

The head of the Aryan Brotherhood in Banshee Town fell down with ease, and Watts covered his neck with his palms with all his strength and struggled to climb in the direction of the stairs.

The gushing blood kept flowing from between the fingers.

Watching the other man struggling to the death, Calvin sneered and threw the steel cone back into the ice bucket.

He watched with interest as Watts moved forward, and took a sip from his glass, the spicy taste of tequila made him feel extremely fragrant.

As the glass of wine was drunk, the person who fell to the ground also stopped moving.

Put down the empty cup.

Calvin hummed a little song and walked to the side, pulled out a plastic sheet from the cabinet, laid it neatly on the floor, and dragged Watts onto the plastic sheeting.

Then he took off his clothes and pulled out a machete from the bar.

"Old fellow."

Flicking the knife in his hand, Calvin looked hideous: "You should have died a long time ago, and the Brotherhood will be mine sooner or later!! ”

"Poof~"

The silver moon fell, and the sound of chopping sounded.

The sound crept up the stairs and into Maggie's ears on the living room sofa, and her hair stood on end, and her neck stiffened as she turned to the door leading to the basement.

"Mommy."

The little boy was reluctant to take his eyes off the TV: "What's that sound?" ”

"Shh

Maggie's eyes instantly reddened, and she covered her son's ears tightly with her hands: "Let's watch TV." ”

The sound of chopping came down at once.

The woman's shoulders twitched to the rhythm, and tears continued to flow from her eyes. (End of chapter)