His eyes came back to life slightly.
Looking at Kyle who was still wiping tears and thanking him, he patted his shoulder.
"Alright kid, it's over. The most important thing you should do now is to take your family back and have a good rest."
"And this incident was caused by me. Every thank you you give me now sounds like a slap in the face!"
Kyle explained anxiously: "No! Boss, I definitely didn't..."
"Of course I know you don't mean that." Colin interrupted, shaking his head. Looking at Colin with a hint of hardship in his eyes, he sighed slightly.
"Listen, what you need to do now is take your family home and forget about this incident completely."
"And I will try my best to prevent anyone from causing trouble for you because of this matter."
"Of course, I can't guarantee it completely now, but if someone asks you, you don't need to hide it for me, just tell the truth."
"Normally, as long as I'm still alive and you cooperate, those people won't do anything to you..."
As he was speaking, Colin suddenly stopped talking.
Because he found that as he spoke, the Kyle family not only did not feel relieved, but their fear became even worse.
He knew what was going on and was feeling a little irritated. He no longer had the mood to explain slowly. He put on a stern face and ordered, "You will be fine, and neither will your family! Now, take your family home!"
Obviously, Colin, who had just killed someone, was still very intimidating in Kyle's eyes.
Seeing that he seemed angry, she swallowed all her words back into her stomach, supported her mother, and took her younger brothers and sisters, and left the tavern in a hurry.
Colin followed them out as well. After seeing Kyle's family get into a taxi and leave, he also waved to stop a taxi and got in.
In the car.
After briefly answering the driver's question about the destination, Colin closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat.
The killing had no effect on him.
Perhaps the scene was not bloody enough, or perhaps there were too many cruel scenes in the inherited memory.
Killing his own kind with his own hands did not cause any ripples in his heart.
However, the news he got from the man with glasses made him feel indescribably irritated.
The original owner, no, there was no bigger secret behind the death of his parents.
He simply saw a drug deal that he shouldn't have seen, and he was simply killed. It was simply disguised as a car accident, it's that simple.
All the involvement and all the culprits had been dealt with by his previous killings.
But now he would rather have more enemies and involve greater forces. That way, at least he wouldn't feel so empty and uncomfortable.
Colin took a deep breath and calmed himself using the necromancer's unique way of regulating emotions.
He has no time to be sad here. Following his previous killing spree, it is foreseeable that the surging wave will soon hit him head.
Even though he killed all the KKK members in the area and put the bodies into his backpack, he did his best to prevent the matter from being leaked.
But in the best case scenario, it can only last a week.
In the future, any clues related to him will definitely be investigated by the forces that are paying attention to this matter.
After all, he had too many flaws.
The death of his parents, the kidnapping of Kyle's family, the store he closed at this time, the taxi he took...
Any one of these pieces of evidence is enough to make him a suspect, but when all of them come together, it can almost be said that he is the one who did it.
And his response at this critical juncture may even determine his future.
“I don’t want to be a weakling.”
After closing his eyes and thinking for a long time, Colin suddenly spoke calmly in the car.
The black driver in front heard this and curled his lips in disdain.
In his opinion, the yellow man behind was a fool.
He didn't say anything after getting in the car, and didn't even know that he had circled the road several times. And now, he's saying that he doesn't want to be a weakling.
If he had not left the gang and started a legitimate career, he would have been robbed without any negotiation in the past.
laugh…
Brakes squeaked and the vehicle stopped in front of a store near Black.
The black driver held out his hand and asked, "Fare, $65."
Colin got out of the car, glanced at him calmly, and threw him two ten-yuan bills.
"Hey! Didn't you hear me? I said..."
The black driver was yelling. Colin looked over and saw a real pressure on the black man. He said calmly, "It only costs $20 to get from there to here. Do you have any problem?"
The driver said stiffly, "No, no."
"That's good." Colin nodded and turned to walk towards the store.
The black driver came to his senses and cursed himself for being scared by a yellow monkey, but he didn't dare to get out of the car to ask for it.
He secretly spat, stepped on the accelerator, and ran away.
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Ku Klux Klan headquarters.
A motorcycle suddenly stopped in front of the pub.
Joseph turned over and walked down, looked at the sign of the tavern, touched the gun on his waist, gritted his teeth, and walked inside.
"Colin, you bastard, if I can rescue you safely this time, I will treat you to a hundred meals!"
He muttered to himself to cheer himself up, ignored the sign on the door saying "Closed" and pushed open the door of the pub.
To be honest, he still had a little confidence when he came here this time. After all, no matter how much the Ku Klux Klan looked down on him, the police uniform on his body was a protective talisman.
Of course, he was also prepared to fight to the death.
No matter how much of a jerk Colin is, he is still a brother he recognizes and a family member he will never give up.
If he really encounters the worst situation, he can only fight for his life.
"God bless!"
Muttering to himself, Joseph walked into the tavern.
Contrary to what he expected, there was no one in the tavern, and there were traces of a gunfight everywhere.
He suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist, and after carefully checking it, he felt a little relaxed.
Although there were many bullet holes in the pub, surprisingly there was not a trace of blood.
Judging from the faint smell of gunpowder still lingering in the air, the gunfight should not have lasted very long.
Although there are many unreasonable things here, it is basically certain that no one should die here.
With an investigative mindset, Joseph walked into the tavern cautiously.
After checking several rooms along the way, he came to an empty monitoring room. As he fiddled with the mouse to rewind the video for a while, he was stunned when he looked at the image on it.
Thanks to Xiaobo, the Chinese native dog, for the 100-point reward!
It’s been almost ten days since I published the book, and I finally have my first fan. I’m so excited!!!
(End of this chapter)