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The Commonwealth was never an Anglo-Saxon state.

Not at first.

The real masters of the Union should be today's Indians. The Anglo-Saxons used blood and cruelty, violence and massacre to steal the land belonging to the Indians.

The dove occupied the magpie's nest and entered the house. After succeeding with brutality and violence, he used the so-called freedom and justice to hypocritically give the Indians one piece of autonomous territory after another, saying that it was to protect their civilization, but in fact it was

They were kept in captivity and used this method to persuade the Indians to forget their hatred.

However, the Anglo-Saxons may have forgotten this unforgettable hatred.

But the Indians did not forget.

Not a moment was forgotten.

Although they were unable to resist, the Anglo-Saxons could be regarded as superfluous and self-defeating.

In the reservations they gave to the Indians, the Indians refused to allow any white people to enter, and they could not enter here under federal law. As long as they came quickly, they dared to kill them.

According to the laws of the reservation, if these intruders died, their death would be in vain.

so……

Even if Gwen wanted to go there, the reservation would not welcome her. Who makes Gwen so white?

Hawke and Lorna were accidental.

Because when Hawke and Lorna came to New York, they didn't come alone. Instead, they rescued an Indian girl when they came here. After first arriving at the Indian reservation in New Jersey, there they

After staying for a while, I came to New York City to take root and settle down.

To put it simply.

Hawke and Lorna gained the friendship of the Indians, at least on the New Jersey reservation.

Two hours later.

An ambulance slowly slowed down as it approached an Indian reservation in New Jersey.

Enter the eyes.

The passage ahead is blocked by a fence with prohibition signs and the words "no entry" written in English.

Nora Lonza, an Indian girl with long black hair, wearing jeans and a leather jacket, with a tall, perfect figure and a pair of sharp eyes, stood on the other side of the fence with her arms folded.

When the ambulance drove from a distance, Nora Lonza, who lowered her head as if waiting for something, looked up at the approaching ambulance.

Hawke was pushed out of the ambulance while he was lying on a stretcher.

The next second.

Nora Langsa's eyes lit up and she hurried over: "Hawk!"

"Hello, Nora."

Hawke looked at Nora Langsa who came over, smiled and said hello: "I'm going to trouble you again."

Nora looked at Hawke's injured right leg and arm, shook her head, and then her eyes fell on Gwen and George who also got out of the car.

Nora's eyes swept across Gwen's body, and then fell on George who was following the car.

"Tip?"

"..."

George lowered his head, looked at his casual clothes, and looked curiously at Nora, who was about eighteen or nineteen years old: "How can you tell?"

Nora sneered, not interested in answering George's questions, and looked at George and Gwen expressionlessly: "We don't welcome you here."

Hawke looked at Gwen: "Look, believe it this time. Don't worry, I will be able to go back in a few days. I guarantee I will be alive and kicking."

Lorna was able to neatly refuse Gwen to follow them.

Not so with Hawke.

Therefore, the next best thing was to ask Gwen to come with them and take a look.

Gwen lowered her head to look at Hawke, who still didn't care about her injury at all, and then looked up at the cold and charming Indian girl Nora in front of her.

Lorna also stood beside Nora, and even winked at her.

Gwen frowned.

George glanced at a community at the end of the road, then looked at Hawke lying on the stretcher, and fully understood what Hawke's plan was.

Tonight, everyone knew that Hawke's right leg was broken, and such an injury was not enough to heal overnight, and at the same time, he could still run out and kill people alive.

Even if he is suspicious, it is already impossible to confirm whether Hawke will still be lying in bed tomorrow.

Hawke ran into an Indian reservation to recover from his injuries.

No matter how suspicious they were, they would not be able to enter the reservation tomorrow to confirm whether Hawke was actually inside.

We have already calculated what kind of situation this is.

George thought to himself, sighed inwardly, came to his senses, and said to his daughter: "Okay, Gwen, let's go."

He's a police detective, a federal detective.

If a federal police detective appears at the gate of an Indian reservation for too long, misunderstandings may arise, or if the Indian reservation takes it as a threat and accuses the media, something may happen.

Gwen came back to her senses and looked at her father, George, who was about to take her away.

Hawke, who had already sat in a wheelchair with the help of two Indian men, once again said to Gwen: "I have to go to school tomorrow. Don't worry, you will be able to see me alive and kicking on Monday. I wish you all the best."

ensure."

Next to them, Lorna and Nora stood silently.

Gwen's eyes passed over Lorna and Nora.

Then Gwen did the bold thing she thought she had to do.

Gwen stepped forward, held Hawke's face with both hands, and then kissed him hard.

Mouth to mouth kind of thing.

A very forceful one.

The wheelchair under Hawke turned backwards.

Lorna, who was standing nearby, saw this scene and her pupils dilated.

The black-haired Indian beauty Nora raised her eyebrows.

The corners of George's mouth twitched severely, almost like a man standing in ambush from all sides.

A long time.

At least three minutes.

Gwen then let go, her face flushed, panting slightly, and said good night to Hawke. Then, her eyes swept across Lorna and the Indian beauty Nora again, and then she walked in front of her father George, speaking calmly.

He boarded the ambulance that was driving over: "Dad, let's go."

She has declared her sovereignty over Hawke.

Gwen did not doubt Hawke's loyalty to her, but there were many bitches out there, especially those who liked to pretend to be innocent to seduce other people's boyfriends.

so……

Just in case, and for the sake of safety, Gwen felt that it was necessary to do this.

Gwen has never been silly or sweet.

soon.

The ambulance turned around and moved away from the Indian reservation.

"Well……"

Lorna blinked her eyes and looked at the taillights of the ambulance in the distance. Only then could she digest the bold scene just now, and then looked at Nora next to her: "I think this white woman is provoking you, Nora!

"

Lorna grew up listening to Hawke's stories about mutants. In order to avoid becoming the love-minded North Star in Hawke's stories, Lorna carefully read the English translation of Sun Tzu's Art of War.

Fanning the flames.

Kill with a borrowed knife.

Lorna can be said to be very skilled.

Hawke, who was sitting in a wheelchair and still savoring the sweet taste, twitched the corner of his mouth when he heard Lorna's words: "Lorna!"

Lorna looked at Hawke and shrugged: "I don't mean anything else, it's just the truth."

Nora, who had a pair of sharp eyes and sexy little lips, stood on Lorna's side and looked at Hawke in the wheelchair: "I think Lorna is right, this white woman was just declaring her sovereignty over you to me.

."

Lorna nodded: "I think you are right."
To be continued...