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Roland turned around in shock, and saw a man behind him, with his hands raised high, holding a long iron rod tightly, and the iron rod was aimed at the direction of the back of his head.

There was a bloody hole in his head, and even though he was holding the iron rod, he still fell on his back lifelessly.In the moonlight, it could be seen that he was also a white man, his eyes were wide open at this moment, and his face was full of ferociousness.

Roland was afraid for a while——

This person appeared next to Roland, and Roland didn't realize it at all. If someone hadn't killed him in advance, and now the person lying on the ground with blood on his head should be Roland.

When she approached the Yankee again, she saw him lying with his eyes open in the moonlight, and his eyes could still move. She saw her approaching, his lips moved angrily, as if he was uttering the last curse in his heart.

"lady--"

Old Henry's voice sounded in the distance, and the veteran coachman limped over with the support of another person.

The person supporting Henry was tall and burly, and his face could not be seen clearly under the moonlight, but it could be seen that his eyes were clear and energetic.

Roland didn't dare to confirm at first, until the man walked in, she murmured his name:

"Reid?"

It's Rhett, Rhett is back?

No, the fact that he can appear by her side at this time can only prove one thing: he has always stayed in New Orleans, and he has always been by her side.

Everything she did, he watched silently, never thinking of adding icing on the cake, but only sending charcoal at such a critical moment.

The person who came was indeed Rhett. He carried old Henry to Roland's side, made him stand still, and then went to check the people who fell on the ground by himself——

"They're all white...that's troublesome."

Rhett sighed, and he was still holding a pistol in his hand, which was exactly the same as the one in Roland's hand.Obviously, it was he who fired a shot from a distance just now, saving Roland's life.

When Roland heard the words, he suddenly realized: There have been several criminal cases against white people in New Orleans recently, and the Local Affairs Bureau attaches great importance to this.Roland had also heard of these cases, but the consequences were more serious if the lives of white people were injured.

This matter is not trivial—the two that Roland killed could be said to be self-defense.But the third one Rhett killed was threatening Roland's life at the time. Rhett's killing him was not considered self-defense.

However, due to the relationship between these recent cases, the scale of the jury is too tight. Even if it is defense, it is not impossible to be judged as excessive defense.

And they have no chance to "destroy the corpses and wipe out the traces". The whistle belonging to the New Orleans Mounted Police has already sounded in the distance.They heard the gunshots and hurried over.

"Red!"

Roland held out his hand, "Give me your weapon."

"Everything here is done by me and has nothing to do with you."

Roland said to Rhett with a stern face.

This matter has nothing to do with Rhett from the beginning to the end, those white people only have a feud with her, there is no need to involve Rhett in it.

Looking at her serious face under the moonlight, Ruide actually smiled.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, that's impossible."

"I can't hold you alone to take full responsibility for this."

He leaned forward, turned his face, and whispered in Roland's ear, "Scarlett, long time no see."

Then his lips touched Roland's cheek lightly.

Roland's heart seemed to miss a beat, and then it started beating uncontrollably.Before she could wake up, the pistol in her hand was taken away by Rhett.

As the light grew brighter, the New Orleans Mounted Police approached with torches.Seeing the situation in front of him, the mounted policeman on horseback gave a "wow" and commented: "There is a big case."

"Don't panic, the weapons are all with me."

Rhett threw the two pistols in his hand on the ground in front of him, then raised his hands high, indicating that he was completely harmless.

The mounted police did not dare to neglect at all, and all the weapons and guns in their hands were aimed at Roland and the three of them.

"Come slowly!"

One of the leading mounted policemen asked Rhett loudly, "Did you kill all these people?"

"It's me." Rhett replied leisurely.

"Then you have to pray to God." The leading mounted policeman reined in, ordered his men to dismount, and put handcuffs on Rhett.

Roland added loudly: "No, it's not him—"

Rhett suddenly coughed loudly, and whispered pleadingly: "Scarlett—"

"Madam, could it be you?" The leading mounted policeman said with a smile, "Stop making trouble, even if you want to take the blame for him, no one will believe you."

Roland was almost overwhelmed: Why is patriarchy so serious these days?It's fine if a woman doesn't be believed in any achievement, even a woman who shoots and kills in self-defense...isn't believed?

Rhett's broad body was turned in front of her, his hands were twisted behind his back, and handcuffs were put on.

"Scarlett—"

But he was still grinning: "For this kind of thing, it's better for me to come forward."

Roland: ...

She felt like a mess in her heart: she hadn't seen her for a long time, and the first time she met, it was such a horrifying scene. He saved her life at a critical moment, and then took the whole thing on her body without caring.The key is to act nonchalantly.

"Why are you doing this?"

Roland really couldn't figure out whether she should be grateful or angry.

"Silly girl..."

Rhett suddenly laughed.

He was originally a very handsome man, with sharp and angular features, but now he raised his eyebrows and smiled, which made people feel even more heroic.

"You still don't understand?"

Roland stared at him, with an answer ready to come out from the bottom of his heart.

Old Henry the coachman added honestly: "Madam, I think he is in love with you—"

"Yes, Scarlett, sometimes feelings can be overwhelming."

Even Rhett himself said so, but Roland still stared at him.

Several mounted policemen came up and pushed Ruide forward.

Reid turned around halfway, and laughed at Roland: "So I also want to see myself, can I enjoy the treatment that others are giving me regardless of their own lives?"

Roland: ...

She just watched Rhett being taken away by the mounted police in front of her eyes.

Two other mounted policemen approached Roland and Old Henry, and politely asked them to follow them to the Local Affairs Bureau.Although the two of them are not directly listed as suspects like Ruide, they are at least important witnesses.

Along the way, Roland was depressed, thinking about the words that Ruide left behind.

On the surface, it sounds like Rhett is talking about whether he can get her emotional response.

But in this matter, Rhett should not be so boring——

Even if Ruide was a stranger she didn't feel at all, and he could make such a sacrifice for her, she would never throw him in the Local Affairs Bureau like this, and she had to go "desperately" to rescue him!

——Yes, it's "rescue", Roland suddenly figured it out.

Rhett took off her pistol to keep her from getting involved, not for anything else but for at least one of the two of them to stay outside and run around.

As for why Braide chose to bear the responsibility of killing himself, it was because he believed in her and believed that she had the ability to help him clear up any grievances and rescue him from this case.

She needs to think of all ways and use all her connections to rescue Braide.He killed to protect her, and she couldn't just watch him go to jail.

In the Local Affairs Bureau, Roland and old Henry were separated, questioned by the patrolmen respectively, and their statements were recorded.

Roland spoke very briefly, only saying that she was the one who was attacked. First, she saw old Henry fall from the car, and then she saw Rhett stepping forward to protect her when her life was in danger.

"Ma'am," it happened to be the good-natured patrolman who asked her, and they had a lot of dealings before.

"That's a bit of a problem. You know? There have been several similar cases in New Orleans courts recently, and the jury has found that the murderer was over-defensive unless his own life was directly threatened."

"A man like your friend who kills three at once should be charged with murder."

The constable asserted triumphantly, as if he were not merely a constable but a barrister or a magistrate.

Roland reached out to pinch the center of his eyebrows wearily - she felt that Rhett had led her into a ditch.

It would be better for her to admit it all by herself, anyway, it was indeed her who was threatened with her life.

As for Ruide doing this, it is probably because of the spirit of chivalry. You can't watch her as a woman being handcuffed by the mounted police and put in jail.

She didn't want to perjure herself, but she had just opened her mouth to confide in the young constable, who laughed and said, "Ma'am, I know you're going to say that gentleman took the blame for you—but you'd better not Let’s just say, no one will believe you even if you say you know how to use handguns.”

Roland pursed his lips tightly, staring at the young patrolman in front of him, with anger rising in his eyes.

She really wanted to remind him again: I have a license to hunt with a shotgun, and now you doubt whether I can use a pistol?

At this time, the patrolman sitting opposite her suddenly stood up with a "snap", saluted, and said loudly, "Mr. Robial!"

Roland: ... Robial?

Almost bouncing from her chair, she turned and stared at the person behind her.

"Monsieur Philippe Robial?"

Yes, Philip was wearing a crisp uniform at the moment, with a belt fastening his jacket tightly.He ignored the patrolman at all, he was looking at Roland with a strange light in his eyes.

Roland suddenly seemed to have seen a life-saving straw, and stepped forward quickly: "Mr. Robial, I am the party involved in this murder case tonight, and I have some very important reports to you—"

She spoke eloquently, and in a few words she gave the general story, emphasizing that the attack of the deceased had been planned for a long time, and she was indeed in a critical moment of life at that time. Braide shot and killed the attackers one by one out of self-defense...

"In this matter, Mr. Bai is indeed innocent."

"Mr. Robial," she looked into Philip's eyes and pleaded earnestly, "I need your help, I need your advice, how can the judge and jury see enough evidence to prove that Mr. Bai is Innocent...do you know what I should do?"

Philippe Robial is the district inspector of New Orleans and has considerable influence over every aspect of the city.

If he could be allowed to pay attention to this case... At least let the New Orleans police dig up some more powerful evidence against Brad, which may affect the final outcome of the case - Roland prayed in his heart.

After about ten seconds, Philip turned his gaze away from Roland's face.

The local inspector coughed twice, and said stiffly, "Madam, I will urge this case to be handled impartially."

He then turned and left, and heard the young patrolman behind him heaving a sigh of relief, saying to Roland, "Madam, I didn't expect you to be so brave and dare to talk to our inspector like that..."

But all Philip could see now were the eyes, the beautiful green eyes, the eyes of the young lady... Ellen's eyes.

It's Ellen's kid.

Ellen's child ran up to her again after all these years and said loudly, "I need your help!"

And Philip, what did he answer?

——"I will urge to handle it impartially..."

Philip felt that even his steps were becoming stiffer and stiffer.

He involuntarily turned to the clerk beside him, and asked casually, "Where is the suspect in the murder that happened tonight?"

Immediately, someone pointed out to Philip: "The interrogation is still in progress, record the statement."

Philip turned around: "I'll go and have a look."

Philip listened to the suspect named "Bryde" for a while before he roughly heard the flaw.

He waited until the recorder and the criminal police left, then entered the interrogation room alone, and sat opposite Rhett.

——Of course he recognizes this man, a man who claims to be able to break away from this system forcefully and integrate back seamlessly.

"Tell me! How many did she kill?"

Philip sat across from Rhett and asked questions.

He sat in a very relaxed posture, which immediately made the suspects in the interrogation room realize that their conversation would not be recorded.

"two!"

Ruide stretched out two fingers, and answered cheerfully, as if to say: Surprise is not surprise, surprise is not surprise?

"If you promise to take this matter down, I can cooperate with you. From then on, all the evidence found by the police and prosecutors in New Orleans will point to the same result..."

Philip reached out and patted the statement left by the recorder.

Rhett suddenly smiled.

He lay down comfortably on the seat behind him, holding the back of his head with his hands, and almost put his feet on the table in front of him.

"I wish I could," he said.

"Let me remind you again. You may not know that there have been several similar cases recently, all of which are of your type. As long as the opponent is white, the jury will all find the accused guilty."

Rhett laughed: "Of course, the blacks were liberated by Lincoln, not by the jury."

Philip ignored his ridicule and said lightly: "Among them, the most serious one was sentenced to hang."

Rhett shrugged, stretched out his hand to touch his neck, raised his head and said to Philip, "Let's do this! All three of them are me..."

He stretched out his hand and made a shooting motion.

"Okay then," Philip stood up expressionlessly, ready to go out.

"By the way, why are you helping me like this?"

Philip reminded him that the worst result might be to be hanged. This cynical man asked Philip why he helped him.

"Because she is Ellen's daughter." Philip left without saying a word.

Philip's straight back when he left seemed to indicate that he would do his best to protect Ellen's daughter and protect her reputation and safety.

Ruide never expected this to be the reason, and also sat there in a daze.Immediately, he smiled happily, and said in a low voice: "Scarlett, Scarlett, it seems that this time the situation is really serious, and you may really need... to be desperate."

Roland was completely unaware of what Philip and Rhett discussed, but she did go all out to rescue Rhett.

She contacted all the family and friends she could, no matter how they saw her.

She hired the best lawyer in the city for Ruide, and drawing on the experience of the previous plane, invited a reporter who reported the case to complain about Ruide in the newspaper.

She urged the New Orleans police to investigate the Yankees who planned to kill her and see what details they could unearth.

She arranged the jail so that at least Rhett would be more comfortable in the police station in New Orleans than in the firehouse in Atlanta.

She had exhausted everything she could do, and she couldn't think of anything else she could do for Rhett.

But the situation is still not optimistic.

Unfortunately, when Roland went to visit Braide, he didn't know how to explain to this guy.

But Rhett looked completely heartless, he leaned back on the chair very leisurely, with his arms behind his head.

He smiled and told Roland: "I'm not afraid of going to the gallows at all."

Roland: But I'm afraid!

Rhett raised her eyebrows at her, showing a lazy and rogue smile: "If the jury really finds me guilty and sends me to the gallows, the only thing I want to know is——Scarlett, will you shed tears for me?" ?”

Roland immediately punched the table in front of Rhett fiercely, and said to him, "Don't think so beautifully. I won't let you go to the gallows."

"If you are sentenced to hang, I will... I will go to the execution ground!"

When Ruide heard the "ancient" saying of "robbing the law field", he immediately opened his eyes in surprise.

It wasn't until Roland turned and left that Rhett showed his white and neat teeth, his eyes sparkled, and he laughed out loud with great joy.