My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 247 Declaring War
Rebecca flicked her fingers, and the cigarette fell to the ground.

She looked at the machete on her neck in horror, with a little blood on it, as if it would cut into her neck in the next moment.

The machete was released quickly, but the hand holding his forehead was even harder.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderous voice sounded:
"Look at me, white chick."

Rebecca looked up, and behind the thick arms was a tall Indian with a shaved head on both sides and covered with tattoos.

"Who are you? I don't know you."

Rebecca asked in horror, trembling all over.

The ferocious power of beating people just now has disappeared without a trace.

"My name is Chetton, Chetton Littlestone."

The Indian looked at the white girl in front of him with disdain. The slender neck seemed to be broken with a little force.

The person who came was Chetton who returned to Banshee Town from New Orleans. After he returned to the tribe, he easily brought the Redbone Gang back into his pocket.

After rectifying the internal affairs of the gang, the first thing he did was to declare war on Proctor.

Cheton let go of his big hand, and then grabbed Rebecca's neck again.

Feeling the pumping of that blood, Cheton also became excited, but he was not interested in doing anything to a little girl:

"I know you are Proctor's niece."

Chetton approached Rebecca's ear and said in a deep voice, "Tell Proctor that Alex will not die in vain, he will pay the price."

Shortly after the declaration of war, Chelton sank into darkness.

Rebecca's feet went limp and she fell to the ground.

For a moment just now, she felt that she was already dead, and in front of this Cheton, she seemed like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

After breathing heavily for a while, she wiped away the tears on her face, and took out her phone with trembling hands.

Ten minutes later, Proctor's Rolls-Royce stopped in a hurry at the entrance of the club. When he walked into the office, Rebecca sat on the sofa with blank eyes.

Seeing Proctor appearing, she hurried over and threw herself into his arms.

Rebecca hadn't recovered from the fright, and her body was still trembling. Proctor patted her on the back, then grabbed Rebecca's arms and asked:
"What's going on?"

"I went to rest at the back door, and that person suddenly appeared, holding a machete on my neck." Rebecca thought of Cheton, gritted her teeth and said:
"That man said his name was Cheton, and he came for Alex, and asked you to wait for his revenge."

Proctor narrowed his eyes. Cheton was no stranger to him. He was one of the few people nearby who dared to challenge him. He had fled to other places before.

Unexpectedly, for Alex's affairs, he returned to Banshee Town again.

Rebecca asked worriedly, "What should we do?"

"Don't worry, I know this person." Proctor walked to the file cabinet and said with a sneer, "He was not my opponent before, and he will not be my opponent in the future."

"But your safety does require attention."

Proctor opened the safe inside and took out a small pistol: "This is a Glock 43. I bought it for your self-defense. I forgot to give it to you."

"Thank you."

Rebecca took the pistol, put it in her hand and looked it over. This pocket-sized pistol fits just right in her hand. The magazine was withdrawn, and there were six rounds of 9mm bullets in it.

Proctor had trained her to use a pistol, and Rebecca checked it out, gripping it tightly.

With a gun in hand, at least there is a certain ability to resist.

"You like to wear skirts, put this on." Proctor took out another quick-draw holster from the safe and handed it to her.

This thing can be tied directly to the thigh to enhance concealment.

With a pistol, Rebecca felt much safer in her heart, and she kissed Proctor on the cheek, and her panic quickly subsided.

She stuffed the pistol into the holster and asked puzzledly:

"Why do those Indians suspect us so quickly?"

Proctor sat back at his desk and breathed a sigh of relief: "Of course they will suspect me. These people are not policemen, and the evidence is not important to them."

"Don't worry, after the matter in Philadelphia is settled, I will get rid of Chetton as soon as possible."

He put his feet on the table and said solemnly:
"Borden is preparing to resume production, the most important thing for us now is to get the channel back.

In the next two days, Ethan and Nora attacked frequently under the leadership of Thompson.

Either know it for profit, or move it with a gun.

Soon, most of the committee members who originally supported the Langside family were brought back. Although a considerable force had been formed, the votes were not enough.

At the same time, George discovered Nora's actions, and he also stepped up his efforts to win votes.

"Be careful."

When Ethan was thinking about what to do next, Hood shouted from the side.

Two big wild boars and a few piglets suddenly rushed out from the side of the road, and he quickly swung the steering wheel to avoid this group of rampaging guys.

Hood flipped through the notebook in his hand, shook his head and said:
"There have been more and more wild boars recently, and several farmers even came to the police station, willing to pay and let us help eliminate these scourges."

Ethan put away his energy and looked to the side:
"You're looking more and more like a sheriff now, do you really intend to keep doing this job?"

"With this salary now, of course I have to do this job well." Hood grinned and scratched his head:

"I don't know, Tifa found me yesterday."

Tifa is the daughter of Hood and Carly, she is just fifteen or sixteen years old, a young rebellious girl.

Ethan held the steering wheel with one hand and yawned:
"Does she know?"

"Yes."

Hood rubbed his head and said with a headache: "I don't know who said it, Gordon or Carly. Since she already knows, I can't just walk away like this."

When Tifa came to the door, Hood was also taken aback.

Knowing that she has a daughter is one thing, but it's quite another when Tifa goes to the police and calls her daddy.

At that time, Hood was at a loss and didn't know how to deal with Tifa.

Ethan patted the steering wheel: "Last time you said that FBI agent Racine already knew your identity?"

"Yes, he saw me in the diamond case back then, but I didn't see him."

Thinking of Racine, Hood curled his lips: "When Carly was released from prison, he found us and revealed my identity, but he died soon."

"I understand what you mean, but I don't think dead people can speak."

"So there is no risk of my identity being leaked for the time being, and I can stay here with Tifa for a while."

Ethan shrugged and said indifferently:

"It's fine if you think it's okay."

At this moment, the radio that had been silent for a long time also rang:

"Sheriff, received a report of a firefight on Highway 15 in Poundfield."

(End of this chapter)