Bloodline's End

Carnival night.

Sawyer Manor.

"Burt, you can't do this. She's just a victim. She did nothing wrong."

The sheriff wanted to stop the mayor from committing the crime.

"She's breathing, isn't she?"

Mayor Burt sneered and beckoned to his three men, "Come in with me and wipe out the last bloodline of this evil family, completing the task we failed to finish more than twenty years ago."

"Yeah!"

Several men who participated in the massacre of their family years ago cheered as they looked at the luxurious Sawyer Manor.

Like the mayor, they weren't after a family member had been murdered by Leatherface and wanted to eliminate Heather; they were after their own interests.

Judging from their clothes, you could tell they were very down on their luck. According to Leonard's mother-in-law Penny's mother, they were white trash.

They excel at drinking, boasting, fighting, and even murder.

But working hard and living a good life is out of the question.

Over the years, some of them have gotten divorced, while others have remained single for life. They are no different from the ruffians and outlaws in the Water Margin.

When Mayor Burt summoned them, he had already hinted that once Heather was killed and Sawyer Manor was seized, they would naturally receive a share of the spoils.

Judging from the wealth of the Sawyer Manor, a single benefit would be enough for them to feast on wine and meat to their hearts' content, and squander it for a long time.

That's enough.

As for whether Heather is innocent?

They don't care at all.

Just like the Heroes of Mount Liang, who didn't have a few blood debts owed to innocent civilians?

Some even slaughtered countless innocent people.

But the Heroes of Mount Liang carried the banner of acting on behalf of Heaven, representing justice, or at least that's what the heroes themselves thought.

With Mayor Burt leading the way and the righteous cause of the blood debt from the past, they are also righteous.

"Sheriff, you don't need to get involved in this."

Mayor Burt's son, Policeman Little Hartman., reached out to stop the sheriff, saying with a grin.

"You!"

Enraged, the sheriff instinctively reached for the gun handle at his waist.

"Oh, oh, don't get excited, sheriff, my dad is the town mayor."

Little Hartman was startled and quickly reached for the gun handle on his waist, shouting a warning.

"Well."

The sheriff's expression shifted for a long time before he finally sighed, took his hand off the gun, and watched helplessly as the mayor and his party of four scaled the wall and entered the manor.

Just as he had helplessly watched the Sawyer family being wiped out years before, he was powerless to do anything about it.

Even if he can stop Mayor Burt this time, the mayor will dismiss him later, and he will lose his job. He still won't be able to protect Heather.

Between innocence and his own conscience, he always chose his own conscience, which is only natural.

"Don't worry, it will be over soon, and this time it will be over completely."

Little Hartman said with a grin.

The sheriff ignored him.

I hate these second-generation subordinates the most.

Bang bang bang!

"Ah!!!"

"Son of the bitch!"

A barrage of gunfire erupted, mixed with screams and curses.

"What happened?"

Little Hartman was a little uneasy, so he quickly climbed inside to prepare to help his father and the others.

The sheriff followed.

After rushing into the house, they saw several of the mayor's men lying there miserably, one of them almost blown apart by a gunshot.

With a well-thought-out plan and the help of Adam Heather, Juno, and the incredibly strong Leatherface, Heather's group was naturally doomed.

"Holy shit!"

The sheriff was dumbfounded, completely unable to comprehend what had happened.

"Dad, are you alright?"

Little Hartman pulled out his pistol and began searching while calling out loudly.

Buzz buzz buzz!

A familiar chainsaw sound came from the basement, causing their expressions to change.

"No!"

Little Hartman had obviously heard about the Chainsaw Killer, and rushed towards the sound.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Little Hartman fell down with a thud.

"Heather?"

The sheriff stared incredulously at the figure who had fired the shot.

"It's me."

Heather stepped out, gun in hand, arms outstretched, and laughed maniacally, "Is the sheriff here with the mayor to nip this in the bud?"

Beside him, Leatherface stood ready, holding a large chainsaw.

"..."

The sheriff paused, thinking Heather was forced to retaliate. He looked ashamed, lowered his gun slightly, and said, "Don't be impulsive. I didn't mean to. I was trying to stop them."

"It seems your attempts to stop me were ineffective."

Heather looked at the Little Hartman on the ground and sneered.

"It's all over."

The sheriff sighed, "Burt is dead, his son and a few henchmen are dead too. Nobody will bother you anymore, but what about your cousin? Newt Town can't afford any more deaths."

"In his eyes, there is no difference between animals and humans. There are plenty of animals in this world, and you can buy them if you have money."

Heather suppressed her madness and said seriously, "Besides, when my grandmother was alive, she always locked him in the underground wine cellar, and Newt Town has been safe and sound for more than 20 years, hasn't it? Although my grandmother is dead, I will take over this task until he grows old naturally."

Is this a guarantee?

The sheriff stared at Heather.

"This is my guarantee."

Heather looked directly at the sheriff.

The sheriff lowered his gun completely, letting out a sigh of relief, "Alright then, clean up all the traces, and let's end this here."

He couldn't stop Mayor Burt and his gang, but he was disgusted by their behavior of barging into other people's homes and murdering them for money.

Now that the mayor and the others are dead, he can't be bothered to stand up for them.

In a small town like Texas, it's perfectly normal for a few people to go missing, even if he's the mayor, and only someone with an honorary title at that.

After the sheriff left, Heather stared blankly at the mess on the ground.

How did she become like this in just one week?

One month later.

"Adam, I've dropped out of school. My adoptive father left my adoptive mother, and she's in a lot of pain right now. I'm with you, and I want to take care of her."

Heather is on the phone.

"What exactly happened?"

Adam said in a deep voice.

For the past month, Heather has been making excuses to delay going back and not letting Adam come to see her. If Adam still can't see that something is wrong, he'd be a fool.

"It's nothing. I've already inherited a large fortune, so there's not much point in going to school anymore. I'd rather focus on running the farm."

Heather said sadly, "Do you still remember your theory of love? I think we can take a step back and be more than friends but not quite lovers. That would be fine too. I'll probably stay here most of the time, but I'll come to New York to see you, Juno, and Karen when I have time."

"Are you sure?"

Adam had a vague idea of what was going on.

"Sure."

Heather laughed and said, "Once I've sorted things out completely, I'll invite you all over to come and have some fun."

"I see."

Adam sighed, "Then take care and be safe."

"I will."

Heather hung up the phone with a smile, but tears were already streaming down her face.

"Regretting it now? I told you not to come to Newt Town, but you wouldn't listen!"

On the sofa next to her, Heather's foster mother, clutching a bottle of liquor and smoking, said drunkenly, "Are you satisfied with how things have turned out?"

Seeing that Heather was just crying and not saying anything, Heather's adoptive mother shouted somewhat nervously, "What are you crying for! I didn't even cry when my husband died! He's just a man. Now that you're so rich, you can't find any man you want."

"Adam was different."

Heather shook her head.

"Then call him over, have a child with him, and tie him up."

Heather's foster mother laughed nervously.

"I will not have children."

Heather said sadly, "The Sawyer family bloodline will end with me. Perhaps I will adopt a child in the future, but I will never have children of my own."

After everything was over and she had completely calmed down, she thought it over and over again. Combining this with her Leatherface cousin and several cruel, inhuman elders, she became completely convinced that there was something wrong with the Sawyer Family's bloodline genes.

Such bloodlines should not be passed down.

As for finding a man to start a family and live a normal life, she has basically given up on that idea, since she has a Leatherface cousin to take care of.

If her adoptive mother can fully integrate into this special family in the future, and take care of her Leatherface cousin for a few days when she leaves, then she can occasionally go to New York to see Adam and be a close confidante who is more than a friend but not quite a lover.

But before that, she could only guard the manor alone, just like her grandmother.

At that moment, she was incredibly grateful that she had kept her adoptive mother and a glimmer of hope...