The chaos outside the police station quickly fell silent.

Eyes kept falling on Ethan, and everyone knew that Ethan Morgan was the only one talking here.

Neither can Brock.

After all, Amy King was on an equal footing with him, and there was one more in numbers, and the people at the Chino Police Department knew who they were here for, and if it was just the Sheriff of Banshee Town who made a request, it would definitely be different.

Being able to come over with two or three people is already quite face-saving.

This will never be the case.

Almost all of them were dispatched.

"Your people are connected to this channel." Ethan took the walkie-talkie handed by Bunker, told Amy King the number, and then signaled to the vehicle: "Get in the car first, and the specific action will be deployed later." ”

The situation is urgent, and the time for those members of the Brotherhood to get together is very rare.

Let's get over there first.

With his order, everyone present got into the car one after another.

"Bump~"

Ethan sat down with Brock's police interceptor and waved his hand in front of him, who quickly put on the gear and stepped on the gas pedal in excitement.

Police cars started one after another, and a long line roared forward.

Iron Cross Bar.

Located on the outskirts of town, it's a remote corner of the white gathering place at the bottom of Banshee Town.

In a place like this, the usual patrol routes of the Banshee Town Police Department will be directly ignored, and it is one thing to be unpopular, and there is basically no tax for Banshee Town here.

This aspect is quite realistic.

If there is no tax, there will naturally be no service.

Of course, there are necessary municipal services, but they are limited to basic living needs.

Of course, this so-called bar doesn't have any business licenses or anything like that, everything is illegal, but it's remote and for other reasons, no one cares if it's illegal or not.

A bungalow in the middle of a grove.

In the open space in front of the bar, there are many motorcycles and old pickup trucks parked, and from time to time there are vehicles roaring over.

It was supposed to be a quiet morning, but it was full of hustle and bustle.

A number of tattooed guys high-fived each other and yawned as they walked to the bar, but some of them heard what had happened last night and their expressions turned to anger and swearing.

In the noisy bar cubicle, Calvin picked up a beer bottle and drank it silently.

In front of him, two corpses lay on the ground.

There was still a head in the clamp on the side, and the degree of deformation was obviously breathless.

The room was filled with a faint smell of blood.

He pursed his lips and drank the beer from the bottle in one gulp.

All three were Watts hardcores.

When he arrived at the Iron Cross Bar, the first thing he did was gather his friends who supported him, showed Watts's head to them, made up some lies, and made promises of profit distribution.

This crazy move, albeit jaw-dropping.

But it soon gained allegiance support as well.

The second thing is to use Watts's mobile phone to lure the other party's die-hard supporters.

Without any communication, just kill.

After all of this was done, and then contacted the Brotherhood to come over, and felt that things were under his control, Calvin enjoyed the coolness of his beer.

The door opened, and the noise poured in.

When closed, the sound is much weaker.

"Boss."

There was a pause in the voice, and an extremely burly bald man looked at Calvin: "The people outside can't wait, they need an explanation, and the ones who should have arrived have basically arrived at the scene." ”

“OK。”

Calvin was very satisfied with the other party's salutation, and extinguished the cigarette butt vigorously: "You go out first, scatter to all corners and control the situation, I will not allow any objections to be heard." ”

"It's over."

He licked his lips and looked at the six people in the room, and said in a deep voice, "Slaughterhouses, strip bars, restaurants, pills and other businesses. ”

"Let's all delineate according to the share just now."

"I, Calvin Bunker, am definitely not a person who eats alone, and we will make money together in the future!"

A few simple words made several people in the room breathless.

Eyes sparkle.

Imagine a bright future with a bulging wallet!

"Of course."

"It's up to you, Bos."

"We'll listen, Mr. Bunker."

A pandering sounded one after another, and after those few people showed their attitudes, they walked out of the door one after another.

"See?"

Calvin looked at the black plastic bag placed next to him, his cheeks twitched slightly: "Old fellow, I will definitely do a better job than you, and the brotherhood will grow in my hands." ”

"The facts will tell you everything!"

A faint sound echoed through the room where several corpses had been toppled upside.

Another minute passed before he grabbed the plastic bag.

Once you have settled down, open the door.

The strong smell of alcohol and the smell of low-quality tobacco immediately poured into the nasal cavity.

There were more than twenty people in the bar, which didn't seem like much, but the people here were all internal members of the Aryan Brotherhood, and the outsiders were not qualified to be notified by him at all.

Looking at these people, Calvin did not have a smile on his face.

You know, two months ago, there were more than 50 people here.

The crowd was unusually noisy and chaotic.

All of them were discussing the events of last night, and many of them were gulping down their wines, looking extremely angry, and the dead were all brothers and sisters who had sworn to the flag.

"Calvin."

Someone noticed his appearance and hurriedly shouted: "What happened, tell us." ”

"Why is it being attacked?"

"Damn, what's going on?"

"Where's Watts?"

"Why did you gather us all here, isn't it time for revenge?"

"Fakyu, who are you looking for revenge?"

The shouting attracted the attention of everyone present, and the drum noise sounded one after another, and the sporadic saliva sprayed on Calvin's face, so that the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching slightly, and he pressed the urge to hit someone.

Jump past the crowd and come to the bar.

He didn't stop, jumped up on a barstool, and stood straight on the bar.

With a plastic bag in his hand, his eyes swept coldly towards the people in the bar.

The condescending glance made him particularly domineering, and the guys who were swept by the gaze closed their mouths one by one, and the room soon became quiet.

"What the hell is going on?"

After two seconds, Calvin's voice came out of his throat: "It's not just you, even I'm curious about this!" ”

"Last night, it was me who fought hard."

"Last night, I was in the face of enemy gunfire."

"Last night, I watched the Aryan brothers fall to the ground, in pools of blood."

The roar of rage was higher than the other, sweeping through the bar like a tidal wave.

Suppress all those people below.

also attracted everyone's eyes to him.

(End of chapter)