My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 272 Revenge
As night falls, Chino Police Department.

In the evidence room, on a table in the middle, there was a humanoid object wrapped in white cloth.

The oil seeping out from inside had already soaked the white cloth.

The top is yellow and black, which makes people feel creepy.

Amy Jin was leaning against the evidence rack on the side, staring blankly at the corpse on the table, and she knew exactly what this meant.

As the person who has dealt with the Red Bones the most, Amy knows that Tommy is Chelton's last trace of humanity.

Now that this humanity has been cut off, I'm afraid that Chetton will take crazy revenge.

At the sound of footsteps, she raised her head.

Sergeant Yazz of the Chino Police Department walked in while putting on his coat.

Amy's eyes were complicated: "Are you going to get off work?"

"Ah."

Yaz zipped it up, looked at the corpse on the table and shook his head.

Amy clenched her fists and asked uncontrollably:
"You know that they will come over in a while, why don't you stay and dissuade them, you must know that you are the sheriff."

"If you want to take care of the Red Bones Gang, do whatever you want, don't take me with you." Yaz said indifferently, "I'm going home."

"Even if the house is on fire, don't call me."

Amy was out of breath, and walked forward quickly, grabbing his clothes: "For God's sake, we are the police."

"Let go of your hand."

Yazi slapped her hand away and said angrily: "You are not the police chief now, do you want to control me?"

"I don't understand what you mean?" Amy was at a loss.

"Stop pretending, Bitch." Yaz pushed her violently, pushing Amy to the ground:

"I don't care who you're connected to, as long as I'm still the sheriff, it's not your turn to tell me what to do."

Nora Ronside has been in office for a few days, and Yaz has already found out through her relationship that her sheriff must be dead.

And the one who replaced him was actually his little policewoman.

Originally, he planned to endure it and go there, but he didn't look up and look down in the future, but he didn't expect Amy to point at him before he stepped off the stage.

I have also been a sheriff for more than ten or twenty years. Even if I resign, I believe that the other party can't do anything to me.

Amy was completely dazed at this moment, and had no idea what Yaz was talking about.

What has not become the sheriff yet, what has climbed up whose relationship.

She has been busy trying to find a way to find the whereabouts of the Redbone Gang camp for the past few days, and she has no idea what happened.

Yaz was about to say something, but suddenly felt like a beast was standing behind him.

The hair on his neck stood up, as if he was stared at by a brown bear when he was hunting.

Before Yaz could turn his head, a thick hand firmly grabbed his neck, and Yaz's scalp was numb from the rough palm.

The palm was released quickly, and he was pushed to the side wall.

It was Chiton who came. He was wearing a traditional Indian waistcoat with a gloomy face.

Amy stood up and was about to say something.

But when she saw Cheton's eyes full of murderous intent, she closed her mouth angrily.

Cheton walked to the table, stared blankly at Tommy who was wrapped in a white cloth, and stretched out his palm to lightly touch the position of his head.

A piece of ice cold, without the slightest temperature.

The younger brother who had followed him alive and kicking since he was a child, the younger brother whose smile was full of sunshine, has now turned into a half-burned corpse.

Cheton stood there for a few minutes, no one knew what he was thinking.

Yazi didn't dare to breathe, his eyes were fixed on the ground.

After a while, Chelton carefully inserted his hands under the white cloth and picked up Tommy Littlestone's body.

Not only Yaz, but Amy didn't do anything to stop her.

The Indians have their own set of ceremonies. As Tommy's only relative, Chelton picked him up as a matter of course.

Just like that, Chetton carried Tommy's corpse and walked outside. More than a dozen members of the Redbone Gang in the evidence room gave way to a passage.

The dozen or so people and the weapons in their hands were the reason why Yaz was afraid to say a word.

It wasn't until the sound of chaotic footsteps disappeared that Yazi struggled to straighten his clothes.

He ignored Amy, turned and walked out of the evidence room.

In the blink of an eye, only Amy was left in the room with her head in a mess.

In an open space in the Redbone Gang camp, more than a dozen cars formed a circle, and their headlights were turned on, illuminating the center as if it were daytime.

A high pile of dead branches has been piled up here, and a simple wooden frame has been built above the branches.

The corpses of Tommy Littlestone and another member of the Redbone Gang had been placed on wooden racks, and dozens of people surrounded them in a circle, all of them with solemn faces.

Chetton held a torch in his hand, and he looked at the corpse lying on the wooden frame, his eyes were full of sadness.

The drum beat, and a mournful chant echoed through the trees.

After a few minutes, the singing stopped.

There was silence, only heavy breathing could be heard.

Cheton stepped forward with heavy steps, and came to the wooden frame, where the branches were already doused with gasoline.

He waved his arm and threw the torch.

The torch spun twice in the air and fell on the pile of branches.

"boom."

The flames intensified in an instant, devouring the two corpses placed on the wooden frame.

Cheton didn't take half a step back, and let the flames burn in front of him. The flames danced in his eyes, turning into flames of revenge.

He waved his hand to extinguish the sparks on his body, and walked back.

After taking the AK from his subordinates, Chelton looked around and painted his face with red and blue paint.

Cheton's eyes were cold, and a thunderous sound came from his abdomen:
"These white people, never stopped persecuting us, and they never will."

"The Banshee Town Police Department must pay, and Proctor must pay."

He raised the rifle in his hand high: "Revenge."

"Shh."

Dozens of long and short guns were raised in unison around them, and everyone shouted loudly: "Revenge."

"Da da da."

Chetton pulled the trigger, and the AK burst into flames.

All of a sudden, dozens of guns fired at the night sky at the same time, and the sound of the guns sent a flock of night birds flying away.

After finishing the bullets in the magazine, Chelton took the lead and jumped into a jeep.

There was a bang bang bang, the engine roared, and more than a dozen cars roared out of the woods and drove towards Banshee Town.

Barn, second floor.

Beer bottles were strewn all over the ground beside the bed, and the room was full of smoke.

There was a sound of rushing water from the shower next to it. It didn't take long for the sound of water to stop, and Hood came out of it.

Taking advantage of the last light before the sunset, he carefully shaved off the stubble on his face in front of the mirror.

The upper wound is still a little swollen, but overall healed well.

He threw away the razor, picked up his jeans, put them on, and found a shirt that was reasonably clean.

When he saw the police badge on the cabinet, he hesitated.

Without a police badge, Hood directly picked up his own Glock gun.

He had already made up his mind to leave, and before leaving, he decided to give Banshee Town a gift.

(End of this chapter)