Inside the bar, the blood was rampant.

Calvin moved forward with all his strength, and the breath that kept coming out of his mouth stirred up the dust on the floor.

Looking at Colt who was close at hand, there was a hint of joy on his flushed face.

The next moment, his eyes straightened.

I saw a heavy combat boot, stepping on it steadily.

Followed by.

The hot muzzle of the gun also pressed against the back of his head.

“NO~~~”

Calvin let out a desperate roar, and the hand that reached out to the handle of the gun slammed hard into the floor, only to be scratched by him for several claw marks.

His chest heaved violently, and he twisted his head to look up.

The creature was suddenly overwhelmed by astonishment, followed by incredulity, and finally the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably.

At his highest moment, he didn't expect this guy to slap himself back.

Anyone can arrest themselves, but the other party can't!

"Hahaha~"

Hysterical laughter resounded throughout the Iron Cross bar.

Calvin's face was as red as a pig's liver, and the bulging green tendons and his hideous smile made him look extremely crazy.

Bunker just stared blankly at this reaction.

The eyes are extremely complicated.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

Ethan and Brock scattered left and right, the former shaking the muzzle of his gun, and a white supremacist hiding in the corner dropped his firearm in horror.

Brock looked around nervously, his shotgun shaking.

Inside the house, corpses were strewn all over the place.

Not only the wooden walls, but also the bar's various furnishings were torn apart by the two waves of bullets just now, and the blood stains everywhere were as bright red as the tattered flags on the walls.

There are only two people here who have the ability to move.

The rest of them either fainted with broken hands and feet, or they were not far from death.

No one was immune to this all-round strafing.

Picking aside the pistol that the scared guy had thrown, Ethan swept his eyes to Calvin, his red face covered in sweat and his shoulders and stomach bleeding profusely.

It looks like it's in very bad shape.

The hysterical laughter died down after a while, and Calvin stared at Bunker like an angry bull.

"Calvin Bunker."

The latter gritted his teeth and said in a muffled voice: "Because of the suspicion of murdering Watts, now that you are officially arrested, you can remain silent, but what you said." ”

"Kill me!!"

Calvin's bloody hand grabbed the hot barrel of the gun, pushed his head up, and said, "Isn't that what you wanted to do last night?" Curt, you killed me! ”

The roar almost toppled the roof.

"Poof~"

The aftermath continued, and a mouthful of blood erupted from his mouth.

The man's tendoned neck curled and he looked at Bunker steadily.

The whole person became only angry.

There is no air intake.

"Bump~"

The hand holding the muzzle of the gun fell weakly, and Calvin's eyes were still staring upward, but his eyes were forever fixed at that angle, completely lifeless.

Even the well-informed Ethan was stunned on the spot and couldn't help but touch his nose.

Calvin was so angry that he died!

The deathly silence didn't last long, and Bunker finally realized what was happening, and he slumped on the floor, trembling to touch his brother's face.

But it was retracted like an electric shock.

The red eyes fell on Brock, and then at Ethan, and the big tears rolled down.

Hate or be relieved!

With Calvin's death, it all went up in smoke.

Waving goodbye to several departing Chino Police Station patrol cars, Ethan turned to look at the rookie patrol officer who was throwing up violently in the corner.

When the shooting was fired, it was cool, but cleaning up the scene was not so pleasant.

"Newcomer, huh?"

Slowly exhaling a puff of smoke, he shook his head.

"Hmm."

Brock shrugged his shoulders and said unconcernedly: "This kind of scene will definitely take a little time to get used to." ”

"Still."

He looked at Ethan and scratched his head, "What do you think about Calvin's last words?" ”

I was silent just now, but my heart was already surging.

In that case, Calvin obviously didn't have to lie, and combined with what happened last night, Brock was almost certain that his men were doing something shady.

He believed that Ethan must have heard it.

So there was this inquiry, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.

"No idea."

Ethan took a cigarette in his mouth and spread his hands out: "The news that the sheriff of Banshee Town ran to Lehigh County to burn a pill factory is too scary and not conducive to maintaining your glorious image. ”

"So, I can only ask your men to do it together."

"I hope you don't mind."

"Ahem~"

Brock choked on a few puffs of his cigarette and looked at Boshi with a resentful expression: "So, the mayor of Banshee Town ran to burn down a factory, and the news is not scary, right?" ”

"Do I have to thank you for thinking about my image?"

When he speaks, with a hint of complaint.

After all, such an important thing did not receive the news until after it happened.

"I'm sorry."

In order to take care of his emotions, Ethan patted Brock on the back: "It's not that I deliberately hide it from you, it's just that the police station is planted with ghosts, in order to make you look natural in front of the undercover." ”

"There are things that can only be handled like this."

"Waterfa?"

Brock was so excited that he snuffed out the cigarette in his hand.

Before the news was digested just now, another blockbuster news came, and the whole person suddenly felt bad!

"Hiss~"

He quickly reacted: "Cruz??? ”

"That's right."

Ethan waved his hand, reminding the person who had just come over because of the sheriff's rudeness to continue working, and nodded slowly: "She was sent by the New York Black Police Organization to get inside the police department for the Aryan Brotherhood." ”

"Shet."

Brock's expression became even more resentful: "You should have told me about this kind of thing earlier, no wonder the police operations often don't work." ”

Shaking his head helplessly, he accepted this fact:

"And what are you going to do with her?"

"Let's talk about it."

Ethan pursed his lips and flicked the cigarette butt away with a wave of his fingers.

After a few turns with a trace of embers, a cloud of sparks splashed on the ground, which was trampled by the ambulance personnel who walked by on a stretcher.

Blue light flashes.

There were more than a dozen black body bags in a row outside the Iron Cross Bar.

And that's just part of it.

There are many more waiting to be bagged inside, while the weapons, ammunition, and unique items found in the bar are densely packed in the corridors, and various seizures are still being counted and searched.

This was a great victory for the Banshee Town Police Department.

After the annihilation of the core members, most of the remaining peripheral elements are not able to make the climate.

None of the links are connected.

At this point, the white supremacy gang that has been entrenched in the town for many years has officially come to an end. (End of chapter)