My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 259 The Female Chief

After Thompson's voice fell, there was a minute of silence at the scene.

No matter how much Alex and George Hunter struggled during their lifetime, after death, they still have to be given the corresponding decency.

After spending more than a minute, Thompson said loudly:

"Throughout the history of the tribe, there have always been heroic leaders who have led us along the way, protected us and continued us."

"And let our culture and tradition continue to pass on in this world."

Thompson turned his head and pointed at Nora proudly:

"Nora Runsid, she comes from the great family of Chief Chino."

"No one has contributed as much to our Chino Tribe as the Langside family."

"Especially Benjamin Ronside, whose contribution to the tribe has been unmatched so far. It is a pity that we have lost this great leader."

When Thompson mentioned Benjamin Runsid, Ethan noticed Nora's hands clenched tightly.

She wouldn't want to be a chief if she could.

She just wanted to keep her father and elder brother alive. Although there were dissatisfaction, differences, and resentment, she also had a bit of family affection.

And now, it's all dissipated in the smoke of sage.

When she was in a daze, Thompson didn't stop talking, he emphasized his tone: "Nora Langside, is Benjamin's daughter, and inherited his bravery and wisdom."

"I believe that she will be able to continue to lead the Kino tribe forward in this complicated era."

Thompson stood up and slowly raised his arms:

"So, here I am calling on you to vote for Nora Runsid as Chief of our Chino Tribe."

The thick voice echoed in the conference room, and the most important moment was ushered in.

Ethan didn't expect that Thompson's bayonet became popular as soon as he came up.

Just a few words and you will see the real chapter. Don’t these people know what it means to talk about homework first and pick up some insignificant things to warm up?
The committee members have long been accustomed to this style of work that has continued since Benjamin's time, and some people followed Thompson and raised their hands one after another.

a ticket.

Three votes.

five votes.

There were a total of eleven valid votes at the scene, and there was only one more vote for Nora to be elected.

Finally, a white-haired elder raised his hand tremblingly.

"Boom."

Just as Ethan let his heart down, the hand that the elder was raising was pressed down by a person next to him, and both palms hit the table, making a muffled sound.

"I object."

The ear-piercing sound resounded through the venue, startling everyone.

"Boom."

Thompson slapped his hands on the table angrily: "Lynch, do you understand the rules, and what objection do you object to?"

The person who loudly yelled against and forcibly suspended the voting was the same Lynch he met outside the door just now.

He bit a thick cigar and said with a grim face:

"I just object, how?"

"Why do you object? Give your reasons." A committee member who hadn't raised his hand just now quickly moved aside.

"Bullshit reason, the number of votes is enough."

Thompson knocked on the table, he didn't want to see any surprises.

"Thompson, don't you even let others say your words?" Two more committee members clamored.

Thompson was afraid of seeing such a situation, so he cut through the mess just now, but they still forcibly found an opportunity.

He was about to say something more, but noticed Nora winking at him.

Thompson could only control himself: "Okay, Lynch, I want to see what you can say."

Lynch flicked the ashes of his cigar and spat on the ground: "No one from the Langside family will be qualified to be a chief in the future."

The white-haired elder withdrew his hand and looked at Lynch:

"Say your reasons and take responsibility for what you say."

"Of course I will."

Lynch took out a document from the briefcase beside him and threw it on the table: "I have the accounts of the Chino Moon Casino here, which proves that Alex Langside made false accounts."

"He lost a lot of money and fiddled with the books."

"If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself." Lynch bit his cigar and said loudly:

"Alex Runside sent a lot of money to Proctor in the casino. I think everyone knows who Proctor is."

"In this regard, I feel that members of the Langside family are no longer suitable to be chiefs."

After the words fell, Lynch looked at Thompson provocatively.

Nora's eyes flashed murderous intent, she quickly grabbed at the head, and a sharp metal hairpin appeared in her hand.

There were so many people present, only Ethan noticed her movements.

Nobody knew except him that Nora was also a murderer.

Nora used the hairpin to swipe the skirt, and then rushed to the long table with a stride.

"Da da da."

The sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the wooden table quickly approached Lynch, and he noticed something was wrong, so he raised his head quickly.

Before Lynch could speak, a cold light flashed.

The ten-centimeter-long hairpin pierced through his jaw in an instant and went straight through his brain.

Nora grabbed his hair again and slammed it on the table so hard that the hairpin completely sank into Lynch's head.

This sudden killing scene shocked everyone except Ethan.

The bodyguard brought by Lynch rushed forward, but retreated even faster.

Ethan didn't know when, he had already appeared beside the bodyguard, kicked the bodyguard several meters away with a fierce straight kick.

"Boom."

When the bodyguard landed, he knocked over a few chairs next to him, rolled on the ground a few times, and vomited blood.

For a moment, everyone dared not move.

Nora knelt on one knee on the table, tugged and dragged Lynch onto the wooden table.

She stepped heavily on Lynch's head, and her slender and powerful thighs protruded from the torn long skirt, full of violent beauty.

"Who else wants to object?"

Nora's eyes were full of murderous intent, she gritted her teeth and growled:

"The dignity of the Langside family cannot be offended, and Alex and my father cannot be slandered."

"If any of you question me, no problem."

"This bastard dared to question my brother, and that's the price he paid."

"Do you still have that motherfucker you want to try?"

Nora's roaring voice echoed in the venue, and the venue was completely silent. The committee members who hadn't raised their hands just now lowered their heads.

The few people who raised their hands to agree to her being the chief cast admiring glances. They were worried that there would be problems with a woman being the chief.

Now it seems that Nora is brighter than Alex.

Seeing that no one was talking anymore, Nora stretched out three fingers and pulled out her hairpin forcefully.

A stream of blood flowed out immediately, she took the hairpin and wiped it on Lynch's clothes a few times, then inserted it back into the hairpin:

"And now, I, Nora Runsid, shall be Chief."

"Who agrees!"

"Who is against it!!!"

This time, no one objected, and the remaining ten committee members raised their hands one after another, unanimously passing.

After everything was settled, Ethan walked over from the side.

He threw one of the broken chair legs on the round table, and threw another one to the bodyguard next to him.

"Everyone has a stick, everyone has a share."

"If anyone doesn't do it, don't blame me for doing it."

Although the tone was light, it was full of murderous intent.

Everyone at the scene looked sideways, and they didn't know where Nora went to find such a person.

The power of Ethan's kick just now subdued everyone present.

Thompson took the lead. Without hesitation, he picked up the stick and hit Lynch who was lying on the table.

The bodyguards in the room, also under Ethan's watchful eyes, lined up to interrupt Lynch's bodyguards.

The so-called bodyguards are actually young men with better skills in the tribe.

Now it's Nora who is the boss and beats people to death in public. If someone doesn't follow, you can only force others to attack you.

This is also the way Ethan came up with in a hurry.

Everyone has a share, so naturally no one will make an opinion on Nora in this matter.

In the sound of the beating of sticks, Nora stretched her long legs on the table, walked towards the top of the long table, and came to the tallest chair.

This is also the chair that my elder brother, father, and ancestors have sat on for generations.

Now, with Ethan's help, Nora also sat down safely.

The meeting ended quickly, and after successfully taking the position of chief, under the leadership of the tribal lawyer, Nora signed one document after another, taking the most important rights into her pocket.

Since Alex had just died, she was reluctant to make a big fuss, and had a simple inauguration right away.

There are prominent figures in the tribe, who have been waiting outside for a long time, and they were all received by Nora. After a night of busy work, she was very troubled.

But the matter is not over yet. A few days later, partners of the Chino tribe and prominent figures nearby will be invited to a reception to celebrate the new chief of Nora.

It can be easily handled internally, but not externally. This involves the issue of the image of the tribe.

A low-key and luxurious reception is essential.

At the same time, Nora also asked the lawyer to draft a share transfer agreement, but the place for signature was still blank.

As long as Ethan and Nora sign, and hand it over to the lawyer to complete the change procedures, he will get 5.00% of the shares of the company that belongs to the Chino Moon Casino.

Ethan understood what Nora meant, and she fulfilled her promise.

Next, as long as Proctor dies, Nora will sign the pledge, and he will be able to obtain this annual income worth 200 million.

The pie is not only painted, but more than half of it is ready, it depends on how you eat it.

The fillings are tempting enough, but the crust is extremely gritty, and I don't know if I can chew it.

Even if he had prepared early, he was busy with all these things, and it would be the middle of the night.

The new Standing Committee member Thompson showed no sign of fatigue, he excitedly sent Nora and Ethan out the door:

"Are you sure you don't need me to take you back?"

"Need not."

Ethan waved his hand, put on his helmet, and straddled the motorcycle.

Nora was tired with a hint of excitement, she sat on the back seat of the motorcycle and hugged Ethan tightly.

After a few roars from the exhaust pipe of the motorcycle, a thug in a suit carried an Indian beauty in a tattered dress into the night.

The next morning, Ethan came to work at the police station whistling.

Although the share reward has not yet been obtained, the beauty's reward has been spared no effort. With Nora's strong cooperation, he fully enjoyed the joy of conquering the new female chief.

"Ethan, here's a document."

Alma stood up from the front desk and handed Ethan a yellow file bag with the words FBI SECRET written on it.

"what is this?"

Ethan weighed the bag, it was light and there was a rectangular thing inside.

"Who knows."

Alma spread her hands and said, "A detective in a black suit came over early in the morning and asked me to hand this item over to a police officer."

Ethan took out the dessert hidden behind him: "Please, Alma, when did I become a random police officer?"

"My fault."

Alma smiled as an aunt, and quickly took the cake: "You are the most handsome police officer in Pennsylvania."

"That's about the same. Am I the first one to come today?"

Ethan looked inside, but there was no one.

Alma dug out a large piece of cake: "The sheriff is off today, and everyone else hasn't arrived yet."

"Okay, take your time and enjoy."

Ethan waved his hand and returned to his seat with the yellow file bag.

Just as Ethan pushed open the glass door of the police station, the wooden door on the second floor of the barn next to Davis Bar was knocked loudly.

Hood covered his ears with a pillow, intending to sleep on, regardless of who came.

Unexpectedly, the sound of knocking on the door became louder and louder, which made him extremely irritable, and he yelled outside:
"Nobody's home."

The knock on the door paused for a moment, then continued.

"Shet, who the hell is that bastard?"

Furious, Hood pulled on his jeans and strode toward the door.

He flung open the door, about to get angry.

The muzzle of the gun in front of him calmed his anger, and he slowly raised his hands.

A middle-aged man in a cheap black suit and tie, holding a Glock pistol, appeared outside Hood's door.

His hair is slightly bald, and his eyes are like torches.

On him, Hood smelled a familiar smell.

Not at the physical level, just like a mouse meeting a cat or a natural enemy, his heart also fell to the bottom.

The man in the suit walked into the room step by step, and Hood also slowly retreated step by step.

It can be seen from the eyes of the other party that if he resists a little, he will shoot without hesitation.

"You don't seem surprised at all that you're being pointed at."

The man in the suit closed the door and said with great interest: "This shows that you have been very cautious all the time."

Hood forced himself to calm down, and asked in a deep voice:
"who are you?"

"I'm Special Agent Robert Phelps." The visitor lifted the corner of his clothes, revealing the badge on his belt: "I belong to the FBI's internal investigation team."

Hood blinked and decided to take a gamble. He put his hand down pretending to be relaxed:

"Are you mistaken? I'm Sheriff Lucas Hood of Banshee Town. Please, put the gun away, please?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Phillips' mouth, and the muzzle of the gun remained untouched:

"I like you, you're a funny guy."

Hood shrugged and smiled: "I didn't even know there was an internal investigation team in the FBI."

"Because you're not a policeman."

Phillips' light words froze Hood's smile and confirmed his guess that the other party had already checked out his details.

Hood gritted his teeth and didn't want to make any more unnecessary struggles, so he asked simply:
"Okay, you got me, what's next?"

The special agent Phillips was very satisfied with Hood's performance, and he flicked the muzzle slightly:
"It's going to be interesting. I want you to put on your clothes first. We'll have a lot to talk about."

(End of this chapter)