A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 449 449: Village Woman

As they chatted.

Their car had already entered the boundary of Stonewater Village.

Because the village roads were relatively narrow.

They parked the car by the roadside and walked into the village.

Coincidentally, it was around noon, and there weren't many people coming and going in the village. Soon, Jerome brought Dirk Carter to the front of a courtyard.

The courtyard was quite large.

There was a wall separating it in the middle.

Jerome said that the courtyard on the left was usually where Martin Summers' brother, Barclay Summers, lived.

At the moment, the main gate was tightly shut, clearly indicating no one was home.

The courtyard on the right, with its door open, was Martin Summers' home, where Sydney Tanner, the woman Eladio Shelby courageously saved, lived.

"Jerome, keep an eye out here, I'll go and take a look."

Dirk Carter said.

After Jerome nodded, Dirk Carter walked into the courtyard.

Most rural courtyards are quite messy, but this one in front of them was neatly organized, with firewood, miscellaneous items, and even farming tools, all sorted and placed properly.

Opposite was a two-story small building.

Still in red brick condition, it was evident that this building had not been constructed long ago.

"Who are you looking for?"

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from behind.

Dirk Carter turned around sharply.

Saw a woman in loose home clothes.

This woman should be Sydney Tanner.

On the way, Jerome had mentioned that Sydney Tanner was a famous beauty in Blackstone Town. At first, he thought it was an exaggeration, but now upon meeting her, it seemed true.

The clothes on her seemed very old, loose-fitting, probably worn for many years.

Her hair was simply tidied up.

Although she looked like a rustic village woman, her face was delicate and fair.

A bit plump.

But it didn't look bloated; instead, it gave a full feeling.

"Hello, are you Ms. Sydney Tanner? My name is Dirk Carter, I'm from the city, and I'd like to ask you about some matters."

Dirk Carter introduced himself.

Sydney Tanner's face showed a trace of panic.

However, it was only fleeting.

She put down the broom in her hand and said expressionlessly, "Then come inside with me."

After entering the main hall.

Dirk Carter noticed that the furnishings in the main hall were also very simple, with an Eight Immortals Table in the center, and other than that, it was empty.

Sydney Tanner brought over two small stools.

One for Dirk Carter, and she sat on the other, dusted off the dirt on her body, and said, "What do you want to ask?"

Dirk Carter just sat down.

Looked in the direction of Sydney Tanner.

At this time, a small detail caught him off guard.

From a distance earlier, he didn't notice clearly.

Now that Sydney Tanner was right in front of him, Dirk Carter realized that Sydney Tanner wasn't wearing a bra on her upper body; when she sat down, her loose clothing was taut.

The two massive shapes in front were outlined distinctly.

The most prominent features in the middle were quite obvious.

But that's not all.

The main focus was the lower part.

When Sydney Tanner sat down, she pulled up her pants slightly.

The thin pants clung tightly to her body; the seam of the lower body was also taut, and most importantly, that area seemed to show some wet traces.

Knowing it was impolite to stare.

Dirk Carter quickly withdrew his gaze.

Just about to ask a question.

Dirk Carter suddenly sensed something unusual.

Sydney Tanner looked behind him with fear, and behind him, there seemed to be a shadow blocking the sunlight streaming in.

Instinctively wanting to stand up.

But it was too late.

He only felt a whoosh by his ear.

Then.

Who knows what hit his head hard.

Everything went black, and then he knew nothing.

...

When he opened his eyes.

Everywhere around was pitch black.

In the faintness, he could smell a damp odor.

The pain in his head was still there; he wanted to support himself up from the ground and only then discovered that his hands were hugging a pillar, his wrists tied behind him.

"Is there anyone?"

Dirk Carter called out tentatively.

There was not a hint of movement around.

Just as he was about to call out again.

With a click.

A dim light was turned on.

The scene before him was instantly clear.

This was a wooden house.

The surrounding walls were built up with thick tree trunks lined one by one, with various ropes, saws, hammers, and other tools hanging on the walls, and his hands were tied to a wooden post supporting the roof beam.

In front, there was a rough wooden table and a few chairs.

His back resting against a wooden bed frame, covered with dirty-looking bedding, and apart from that, there was nothing else.

At this moment, with a creak.

The wooden door was pushed open.

A cold wind blew in.

A man and a woman walked in one after another.

The man in front.

Looked about forty-plus years old, with a full beard.

Two eyes, one big, one small.

Especially the big one, looking very abnormal, as if it couldn't move.

Without needing an introduction, it was evident that this man was Martin Summers' brother, Barclay Summers.

Because on the way here, Dirk Carter had gathered some information about Barclay Summers, Jerome said this elder brother was usually honest and quiet, hardly speaking. In his early years, he injured an eye while hunting in the mountains, leaving one eye blind.

It appeared that the person who ambushed him in the village was Barclay Summers.

Barclay Summers was not particularly tall.

Less than 1.7 meters, probably.

However, he was holding an old-fashioned double-barrel shotgun, aiming the muzzle at Dirk Carter as he entered.

The one who came in with him was none other than Sydney Tanner, still wearing the thin clothes she had on during their daytime meeting, standing blankly behind Barclay Summers.

"What do you want to do?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Barclay Summers remained silent.

Stood up.

Stepped in front of Dirk Carter, suddenly raised a leg, and kicked Dirk Carter in the stomach.

The pain made Dirk Carter's body curl up.

Beads of cold sweat emerged from his forehead.

"Quiet, I don't like noise."

Barclay Summers said viciously.

Seeing Dirk Carter's eyes still on him.

Barclay Summers raised the butt of his shotgun, just about to strike down.

Sydney Tanner grabbed Barclay Summers' arm, saying, "Brother, don't hit him, they haven't given the order yet. If someone dies, it won't be good."

Barclay Summers suddenly turned back.

Pulled Sydney Tanner's hand away, pushed her forcefully, making her stagger and fall to the ground.

Barclay Summers pointed the gun barrel directly at Sydney Tanner on the ground, scolding, "You slut, seeing him young and handsome, you got wet down there, didn't you..."

Sydney Tanner shook her head plaintively, with a sobbing tone said, "Brother, I'm… I'm afraid someone will die, by then… then we'll have to go to the big prison."

"If I'm going to the big prison, you filthy whore won't fare much better."

After saying this.

Barclay Summers leaned the shotgun against the nearby wall.

Loosened his belt, exposed his crotch area, and said to Sydney Tanner on the ground, "Come here, suck it..."