Bullets and Tears

Job remained silent, his gaze fixed on the dark liquid in his glass. He felt the weight of Ethan's palms on his back, transmitting his feelings. He tightened the glass tightly, his knuckles whitening while suppressing a mixture of rage and frustration.

Hood quickly got up trying to stop Ethan who was leaving.

 —Ethan, please, we can still talk about this.

—Forget it, I can't work with someone who isn't even able to admit that I screw it up —Ethan said, shaking his hand before leaving the bar without looking back.

Job knew this very well: the rules had to be followed to the letter, regardless of the circumstances. Without those rules, chaos would be absolute.

All for wanting to help Carrie. After all, as Hood said, they were all a team. If she had explained things to the rest of the group just as she did to him, they would have understood his reasons. But by hiding it, Carrie had made it clear that she did not trust them.

Unconsciously, she felt that asking for help meant having to share the loot with others, although she was raising money so that her son received medical treatment, she acted as if everything was under control and even insulted Ethan's friends and colleagues, causing him to be enraged.

Outside the bar, Ethan got into his car and as soon as the engine started, Job opened the passenger door and slipped inside without warning.

—Take me back home.- Job said and then closed his eyes.

Ethan said nothing and started the vehicle.

After a while, neither of them said a word. Until Job broke the silence.

—You know I don't work like that, things got out of control.

— I still don't understand you? —Ethan turned the wheel — You know very well that this has nothing to do with you, because you accept the blame for it.

bJob breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes: 

—So what are you going to do?

Ethan turned his head: 

— With Carrie?

Job nodded.

—For me, she can go to hell and do whatever she wants. —Ethan shook his head —. But I won't do any work with her again. 

Job opened his mouth a little to say something and after thinking about it for a moment he closed it again. He was also upset by Carrie's attitude, just because the son was sick didn't mean he could use his son as a shield.

Savoy Gentlemen's Club. / 10:15 AM.

In Proctor's office, the air was charged with tension as intense negotiations continued. Alex, standing by the table, was holding his leather briefcase so tightly that his fingers turned white.

—I have already made enough assumptions about our agreement, I am offering 10% of the shares of the slot machines and a commission for the management of the Hotel, but I cannot deliver 5% of the preferred shares of the Casino to an Outsider .

Proctor looked at Burton, who seemed somewhat restless, as if on the verge of hitting the man in front of him.

—That 5% of the preferred shares was part of the deal I made with your father. You know that better than anyone since you were with him at the time.

—But ... —Alex got up raising his voice.

—Uncomplainingly. —Proctor interrupted Alex with a gesture from his hand.

He looked at him with a touch of threat in his tone: 

—If you think I'm not worth the price of those shares, I'll find a way to show you the opposite Alex.

Burton got up and took two steps forward.

Alex felt the pressure on his back and grabbed the briefcase with both hands: 

— Is there no way I can hide that amount of money in the account book? The council will soon realize that part is missing.

—Don't worry about it. You will discover that I am very talented in that area. —Proctor also stood up, stretched out his arms and added — I will introduce you to someone to take care of it.

—You better do it. —Alex looked at Burton and pated Proctor in the hand, helplessly.

As he left, Proctor spoke again:

—I suggest that from now on we meet once a week to review the accounts, if you know what I mean.

Alex stopped, his face marked by an expression of conflict, clenching his teeth tightly. At that moment, he had already regretted not having heeded Nola's warnings. Ever since Proctor became his partner, he had been like an insatiable wolf swallowing it without giving him a breather.

I knew that 5% was nothing more than a cheap excuse to show even more their fangs and get more benefits. 

Alex nodded rigidly, then opened the door and left.

As she walked through the club locker room, she paused, quickly looked at Rebecca sitting in a stripper's dresser, she was trying on a translucent bra on her body.

Alex did not notice at all the shirtless strippers surrounding him; her attention was completely fixed on Rebecca, who was wearing a white skirt. He watched as she moved gracefully, and the garment enhanced each of her gestures. Remembering that she was Proctor's niece, an intense sense of malice began to awaken inside her.

— Can I help you with something?

Rebecca noticed that Alex by full-length mirror in front of her, quickly lowered her bra and turned dissatisfied.

—No, see you later.

Alex suppressed the momentum and turned to leave.

Rebecca was well aware of Alex's cowardice, and a glimpse of mockery appeared on her lips. He threw the bra over the dresser, got up, and walked to his uncle's office.

After Alex closed the office door, Proctor scoffed, it was almost a bummer to have to deal with a coward like Alex. I walk to the bartender as he loosened the last button on his shirt, serving a glass of brandy.

— Have you received any responses from our partners in Philadelphia?

—Yes, they expressed dissatisfaction with the lack of product, it is certain that they will look for a new supplier if we do not restore the supply quickly. —Burton replied, adjusting his glasses —. I already conveyed your apologies.

Proctor rubbed his head temples with both hands, feeling a little migraine, whoever had flown his laboratory had caused him many problems. 

—I will rush to find a new place to build a new laboratory, contact our partners and tell them that we will resume supply as soon as possible and make up for losses when the time comes.

 —Understood, sir.

 Burton wanted to say something else, but at that moment Rebecca opened the door and entered. Proctor took the initiative and asked:

 — How is the investigation of the explosion going?

Burton gave Rebecca a glass of Brandy: 

—The bomb was detonated remotely. from a mobile phone. There were remains of C-4 in the rubble, it was someone with many resources, perhaps a competitor who was looking to take our clients.

— Is there no way to track it?

—No, the phone was ruined and nothing could be rescued.

Proctor's face darkened, hitting the table with the tips of his fingers for a while:

—We must do an internal search, I have been operating with the brick factory façade for several years and no incident has ever happened, someone must have opened their mouths.

—Clear —Burton agreed — There is one more thing.

—Tell me

—The slaughterhouse has had power outages several times in the middle of the night these past few days and much of our meat has been spoiled.

— Damn that bastard! —Proctor clenched his teeth and grabbed the glass of wine and crashed it against the wall. — She was just a damn ordinary woman. I didn't expect that bastard Hood to choose this moment to be fucking with me.

Although there was no evidence, he deduced from the frequent patrols of the Banshee Police Department, they had to know what was in that place and that the brick factory belonged to him, but they never acted beyond regular patrols in the area.

Rebecca took a sip of wine and asked quietly:

—So what should we do now? Keep sending people to cause riots to keep them busy?

—It is not necessary, you just want to infuriate me and make me wrong.

— What about our losses?

Proctor hit the table in a deep voice:

—We will have our chance to get revenge, but for now we must keep a low profile, the meat is only pennies compared to the casino, first of all I have to end my deal with Alex Longshadow.

Proctor got up and put on the suit jacket: 

—But a proper warning is essential. We can't let a stupid dead woman ruin my arrangements. —He looked at Rebecca. — I'll talk to Hood, wait here.

When the room was empty, Rebecca approached the desk and stroked the table. He approached the large chair in the office, hesitated for a moment, and sat down slowly. Sitting in that position, an inexplicable desire for power arose in her heart, and her lips smiled slightly, imagining herself as the owner of everything.

Just as Proctor went looking for Hood, Carrie also woke up early in the Motel Valley. She and Gordon had been living apart since she was released from prison, so she took the initiative to move out and arrived at the motel alone, her husband had also forbidden her to see her children, but since they found out that their youngest son was ill the things had softened a bit between them.

After taking a shower, she took the opportunity before going to work to drive back home, the place that I once call home, but which had now become strange to her.

Carrie regained her mood, opened the car door, and walked quickly down the sidewalk to the house. Surely at that time, the two children must be having breakfast in the kitchen before going to school, and she just wanted to talk to Gordon and leave as soon as possible.

Hearing Deva and Max's voices speaking from inside the house, Carrie's fingers couldn't help but tremble when inserting the key into the door lock, the locks had not yet changed.

—I don't know why, but I'm even more nervous than when I opened that damn safe last night ..- I think as I turned the key.- 

He opened the door in silence and arrived at the living room. Without her at home, the place was a mess, with clothes scattered everywhere, dishes and books scattered throughout the room. She sighed, took a large paper bag out of her bag, and put it on the chair where Gordon normally sat.

As she walked to the door, she couldn't control herself and stopped at the corner. Carrie's eyes turned red as she saw young Max having breakfast alone and in silence, and her sister Deva standing on tiptoe by the closet to reach the milk carton. placed on it.

She dried her tears and came out quickly. Just as she touched the door handle, a deep voice rang behind her.

— What is this Carrie?

Carrie turned around slowly. Gordon was holding the paper bag she had just left and also holding a few bundles of bills in her hand. 

Carrie whispered almost inaudible:

—They are to pay Max's medical bills.

— Where did you get so much money from? —Gordon took a few steps forward, the bag in his arms weighed.

—You don't want to know —Carrie shook her head — Just take it for treatment for Max's medical bills.

He opened the door and wanted to leave.

—Wait a minute. — Gordon said with a complicated countenance, and the hand holding the paper bag tightened. After a while, he still asked:

— Have you had breakfast?

Carrie couldn't believe what she heard and covered her mouth in surprise.

— Are you sure it's okay?

Gordon sighed and nodded.

—Whatever happens, she is still the mother of my children. What else can I do? I can only give you another chance for the sake of our children.

Sugar Bar

Proctor's Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the Davis bar. With his ability, it was not difficult to discover where the Sheriff's car was parked. After getting out of the car, he smoothed his suit and walked to the bar door.

Hood was eating sausage eggs at the bar at the bar and chatting with Sugar. From what happened last night, neither of them was in a good mood. At that moment, the wooden door of the bar opened, and they looked out at the same time, the morning light illuminated the dark bar.

Sugar saw Proctor appear at the door and rose nervously:

—Good morning, Kai.

Proctor ignored Sugar and walked to the center of the bar.

Burton followed closely, looking at the two men inside, especially Hood.

—I can understand the affairs of the club. If one of my employees engages in illegal activities, it is normal for you, as the police chief, to take any action and investigate everyone.

Proctor walked over to the bar and looked at Hood.

—But I don't understand why mess with my slaughterhouse. What do you want?

Sugar breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Proctor had discovered that they had blown up his laboratory.

He quickly took out a glass, poured whiskey on it, and placed it in front of Proctor.

—I don't know what you're talking about, but if you're here to file a complaint .. — Hood looked at the clock hanging on the wall —. Sorry, I'm still not on duty.

Hood used a fork to play with the inside of the plate, then took a piece of egg and brought it to his mouth.

Proctor had no intention of touching the glass of whiskey. He crossed his hands over his chest, looked at Hood and said:

—I have over 200 kilos of rotten meat in my refrigerators, what good will it do you to ruin my meat because of Kate?

Hood ate the eggs with big bites, looked at Proctor nonchalantly and said vaguely:

—Mr. Proctor, I have no idea what you are talking about. But you can file your complaint with the police station, I will gladly assign my best agents to investigate it.

—Don't pretend to be stupid. If you want to avenge that woman named Kate, I get it. If losing a couple of pounds of meat can calm the police chief's anger, I think it's worth it.

Proctor curved his fingers, hit the table hard with his fist closed.

—The relationship between us right now is too complicated. But I like to keep it simple. I hope you can accept my kindness.

Hood grabbed the fork and got up.

He looked at Burton, who was standing in the distance, moved his hands behind his back.

Then he looked at Proctor again, from top to bottom.

—You're wrong Kai, the relationship between us has always been very simple —Hood said with a smile —. I am a police officer, you are a criminal, it's that simple.

After his words, Sugar held his breath and looked at Proctor nervously.

After a while, Proctor couldn't help but laugh. As he laughed, Sugar's eyes looked down uncontrollably. There was a two-gun shotgun under the bar.

The urge to take it was quickly suppressed and murmured:

The laughter stopped suddenly and Proctor went from smiling to being expressionless.

The hand that hit the worktop trembled hard, and the glass in front of him suddenly flew toward the wall.

— Pop!—The glass hit the wall and broke into several pieces, the whiskey fell to the ground, filling the air with its alcohol scent.

Sugar's heart was pounding, and she swallowed hard.

Proctor did not look at Hood at all. The corners of his mouth rose; He reached out and touched Sugar:

—You disappoint me Sugar, I thought you would be smarter.

After talking, he went out with Burton from the bar. Back in the car, Proctor was silent for a moment. She had come here to prove Hood's attitude, but she did not expect him to be determined to go against her.

Looking at the gleaming landscape outside the window, he stirred the wine in his sleeve:

—Burton, we will close the slaughterhouse for today. Gather all the carriers we've been using to move our product to Philly tonight.

Burton adjusted his glasses and nodded.

Back at the bar, Sugar took the broom in silence, picked up the broken pieces of the glass, and threw them in the trash.

—Being your friend is ultimately high risk.

Hood threw the fork over the plate and was in no mood to eat the remaining eggs.

—He seems to be suspicious of me, and if he finds out it was Matt Sharp who turned him in, it wouldn't last long before he found out about us, we knew of his small stasis business.

Sugar hit the broom to the ground.

—That means Proctor will soon know that it was you who did it. Are you ready?

—No.

Hood tightened his belt and left the bar.

—So I still have to act first.

Sugar pushed the broom, looked at the empty bar, and shook his head helplessly. 

In front of the Banshee Police Station, as soon as Ethan parked the police car, Hood's blue truck approached him. The two looked at each other, turned off the engine and got out of the car.

Coincidentally, Carrie opened the car door not far away, with a smile on her lips, as if she had come across something happy.

Hood greeted Carrie, but she ignored him and walked to the Miles restaurant without looking at him for a second.

Hood withdrew his hand, embarrassed, and said to Ethan:

—As for what happened last night, she realized that what she did was wrong.

—Please, we are no longer children. Do you really still want to apologize for it? —Ethan shook his head and closed the car door.

When he was about to walk to the Miles restaurant, Hood stopped him.

—Proctor came to Sugar's bar to find me a moment ago.

Ethan stopped and turned the key in his hand. Hood continued:

—I want to find Miranda again, see if she has any clues we can use to finish off Proctor.

— The stripper?

—Exactly.

—I will go with you later. I still haven't had breakfast.

—Okay.

Hood waved and entered the police station.

As soon as they entered the Miles restaurant, they saw Emmett and his wife, Meg, sitting face to face in a booth, with happy smiles on their faces. Ethan approached directly and pushed Emmett to make room for him. Emmett entered hopelessly, and Meg covered her mouth to laugh.

— What are you talking about? —Ethan smiled and joked — Every time I see them together, I relive my hope in true love.

Meg put her hand on her belly and smiled.

— Really? Do you want me to introduce you to a friend?

—Honey, don't fall for his tricks —Emmett waved his hand quickly — This boy only longs for love, not marriage.

— Why do you say that? —Ethan covered his chest, pretending to be hurt —. Dude, I felt your contempt.

—So what do you want? —Emmett played along.

—Only one breakfast —Ethan hugged him and kissed the beautiful girl behind the table —. Give me a sandwich, thanks.

Daria, who was behind the bar, winked at him and continued her task.

—My dear, you see it for this guy my salary vanishes —Emmett held out his hands, helpless, while Ethan stole his breakfast.

Meg smiled, relieved to see Ethan and Emmett joking. Emmett was usually too serious, and she sometimes worried that he wouldn't get along with his colleagues. Seeing them like this gave him peace of mind.

After finishing breakfast, Meg stayed enjoying a quiet time at the restaurant, while Ethan prepared to speak to the stripper named Miranda with Hood.

Suddenly, he heard a soft scream from the opposite side. Ethan got up quickly and saw Siobhan with half a cup of spilled coffee. Emmett and Burton were on patrol, and Hood was in his office. Alma, sitting far away, knitted a sweater on the reception desk.

—Ethan took some scarves and walked over to help Siobhan clean the coffee from his uniform, which was quite tight. After a few moments, Siobhan bit his lip and pushed Ethan's hand away.

—Martin's dry cleaner has my spare uniform. Go get it and hopefully I'll let you see as I change. —whispered to him before giving him a quick kiss.

Siobhan headed to the dressing room, where the station showers were. The dry cleaner was near the end of the street, and Ethan figured it wouldn't be too late to go out and find Miranda later.

With a smile, Ethan greeted Hood and ran away.

Not long after Ethan and Emmett left, Meg also finished her breakfast and headed to the dry cleaner on the next street. Although he couldn't carry heavy things, he could pick up some clothes. Also, walking a little was good for the fetus.

Passing through a flower shop, she bought a bouquet of small yellow flowers and put it in her bag to make flower arrangements when she returned.

He soon arrived at the dry cleaner and carefully folded Emmett's uniforms into a bag. He thanked the employee and left. There was a dark green truck parked nearby, but it didn't pay much attention to it.

After a few steps, a man in a tight blue shirt suddenly appeared from behind the truck. Her hair was divided and a swastika tattooed on the corner of her eye. Another bald man, in a black vest, also appeared from the back bucket, with his hands in his pockets.

Both had swastika and lightning tattoos. Meg lowered her head and quickened her pace, trying not to look.

—Madam, I'm so sorry.

The man in the blue shirt came up and blocked his way. He took her hands with false courtesy.

—Excuse me, could you answer a simple question for me?

Meg stopped and looked at the man in the vest, nervous.

—Of course. Tell me.

The blue shirt scratched the tattoo out of the corner of his eye with his finger and approached with a crooked smile.

— When did you become a traitor to the white race?

There was no trace of a smile in his eyes. Meg immediately understood that she was in danger. She squeezed her bag and took a couple of steps back.

—Listen, I don't want trouble. Could you leave me alone?

—Oh look what we have here —The one in the blue shirt raised his voice to the truck — Sharp, come see this! This traitor is pregnant!

Suddenly, he touched her belly and said with contempt:

—Don't tell me there's a mongrel in there.

—Plaf!—Meg, furious, slapped him in the face.

The slap immediately surprised the man in front of her. He did not expect a pregnant woman to dare attack him. The bald man in a black vest next to him laughed when he saw him being beaten.

The man in the blue shirt, enraged, hit her back with the back of his hand squarely on his face. Meg didn't have time to defend herself before taking the blow to the face.

A thread of blood flew off as she fell to the ground.

Soon his attacker touched his face and looked at Meg's belly, with a dangerous light shining in her eyes.

He took two steps forward, smiled at Meg, who was lying on the ground, and said:

—This is a gift for the bastard you carry in your belly, you're welcome.

—Please don't do this —Meg put her hands to her stomach, horrified, begging for mercy.

— Fuck you, bitch! — answered the man nonchalantly, raising his foot and directing him forcefully towards Meg's belly.

—Bang!— At that critical moment, shots were heard.

A bullet flew from a distance and was firmly embedded in his kneecap on the arm of the white supremacist. The impact instantly broke pierced the bone.

— Aah ...! —screamed, reeling as blood spilled on the pavement.

—Bang bang bang!

The shots continued, several bullets flew and hit his knees one after another. Each shot formed a blood cloud, and several hits directly destroyed half of his legs.

Meg's face was spattered with blood, and she closed her eyes tightly. The instant the shots rang out, the man in the black vest looked back, terrified.

In the distance, a city policeman dressed in a dark blue uniform and holding a pistol walked slowly towards them, like a god of death. Ethan advanced as he pulled the trigger, shooting relentlessly.

The sudden sound of the shooting caused the crowd to disperse in all directions. The muzzle of the gun rose gradually, and one shot hit the chest of the man in the blue shirt.

The Glock 17's large ammunition capacity demonstrated its advantage at this time. With 17 + 1 bullets, Ethan continued to fire more than a dozen shots.

His cold eyes, he aimed again and shot directly at the head of the blue shirt. His body stopped shaking and he fell backwards, his eyes blank.

Excited to get Siobhan's uniform, unexpectedly, turning the corner, Ethan witnessed a scene that made him lose any racinium, saw Meg lying on the ground, her belongings scattered, and the two guys she found in the abandoned car recycling plant were close to her. The one with a swastika by the eye was even about to kick his belly.

Without hesitation, Ethan pulled out his gun and pulled the trigger. For those who dare to attack the families of agents, emptying the charger was the only answer. As the man in the black vest hesitated between running or kneeling and surrendering, his entire body shuddered and a small hole appeared on his forehead.

He fired a few more times until the magazine was emptied onto him. Matt Sharp was in the car when he saw the police approaching. The moment Ethan shot, he turned the wheel, stepped on the gas, and came out at full speed.

As the man in the vest fell to the dead ground, the truck had already advanced more than ten meters. Recognizing that Matt Sharp was the one behind the wheel, Ethan put away the Glock, reached for the cover, and in an instant his Beretta was in his hand.

He aimed at the truck and pulled the trigger.

—Bang bang bang ...! —six bullets 9mm special parabellum they were shot in a second. His strong arms allowed him to firmly control the extra load of gunpowder in the bullets.

The back door of the truck and two rear tires exploded. Despite this, the truck moved rapidly unstable. Ethan, looking at the vehicle tens of meters away, clenched his teeth.

In full view, he kept his gun in the holster under his armpit. He pulled out the Glock 17 again, replaced the empty magazine with a new one.

After completing this series of actions, he returned to Meg's side.

Ethan knelt down and pulled the hair off Meg's face. Her face was covered in blood and she trembled on contact.

He held her by the shoulders and reassured her gently:

—Easy, it's me Ethan. Everything will be fine now, they will never hurt you again.

Meg slowly opened her eyes, terrified, until she saw her familiar face and calmed down. Confirming that Meg was out of danger, Ethan looked around and pressed his radio:

—Emmett, Meg was attacked at Martin dry cleaner, you should come quickly. Alma calls an ambulance for Meg please.

Emmett's voice sounded horrified:

— What are you talking about?

—A couple of junk plant subjects attacked Meg, she has minor injuries but no care. There are two dead and one of them escaped, apparently it was Matt Sharp.

Ethan continued:

—The dark green truck with the burst rear wheel fled to the outskirts of the city. I don't have a car, so come quickly.

Alma replied quickly:

—The ambulance is on the way.

The radio fell silent, but soon a piercing siren approached at high speed.

Hood came first. Without stopping, he obeyed Ethan's order and chased Matt Sharp in the direction of the escape. Emmett and Brock arrived soon after, after passing several red lights. Seeing the two assailants fallen to the ground, Emmett's face was filled with anger.

Seeing Meg covered in blood, her legs faltered. With red eyes, he wiped the blood off Meg's face, scared.

When he realized that the blood belonged to the men killed by his side, he sighed with relief. He hugged Meg tightly and looked at Ethan with gratitude.

Ethan left him in charge of Meg, got into Brock's car, and continued the chase.

As Matt Sharp stepped on the gas, he heard a metallic sound in the car. His first reaction was to hold on to the wheel and bend down. The truck spun frantically to avoid approaching cars while frantically accelerating.

Sharp touched his shoulder, and his hand was stained with blood. The board and steering wheel were broken. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and bent down, or he would have seen God very soon.

— Damed! —exclaimed Sharp, holding the wheel and screaming enraged.

At first, they just wanted to scare the woman. Who knew that Ben would attack his belly?

Debian was very unlucky because by chance a police officer intercepted them and now everything had gotten complicated. He drove to the scrap metal plant. I could only go back to get money and run away from Banshee

While thinking about his next move, another car suddenly appeared on one side. A strong impact shook the truck, overturning it on the side of the road, and destroying all its glass.