My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 125
After watching them leave, Ethan shrugged his shoulders and returned to his seat.

As soon as he took a sip of coffee, he saw a young man in a denim jacket standing up from the waiting area next to him.

"Are you here to provide clues?"

He put down his glass and said hello.

"No, I'm looking for Sheriff Hood."

The young man looked about his own age, he smiled at Ethan, and then stopped Hood.

Not long after the two entered the office, Ethan saw Hood closing the shutters of the sheriff's office with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

He lit up a cigarette in doubt, thought for a while, and always felt that the man just now looked familiar.

Not long after, Hood led the man out of the sheriff's office, and he winked at Ethan.

Ethan stood up and followed him out of the police station.

"Is he your friend?"

Ethan glanced at the blond man sitting in the car looking at them, and asked curiously.

"He's the son of Lucas Hood."

Hood rubbed his temples and said with a headache.

These words were very convoluted, but Ethan understood his meaning in an instant, and also understood why this person looked familiar just now.

This is the son of the dead Lucas Hood. In my impression, it seems that he got into trouble. Like his predecessor, he ran to ask his father who was a sheriff for help.

The only difference is that the predecessor can still find his father, while Lucas Hood's son can only find a stranger who lives as his father.

It's just that Ethan forgot why Lucas Hood's son had escaped to Banshee Town because of some trouble, and asked quickly:
"What does he want to do?"

Hood shook his head, "It's not clear yet, I'll take him to the candy bar for dinner first."

"Then what do you want to do?" Ethan asked.

"Let's see what he has to say first. I just want to tell you that if there is any trouble, you can cover me up."

Watching Hood worriedly driving away in his blue pickup, Ethan shook his head and returned to the police station.

After Proctor and Rebecca came out of the police station, they went home and waited for a long time, but there was no good news from their subordinates.

Seeing Liushenwuzhu's niece, he drove directly to the Amish gathering place, hoping to find some clues.

Rolls-Royce came to Bowman's house, and Rebecca saw a familiar figure, and opened the door before the car stopped.

Proctor waited for Borden to stop the car, then pursed his lips and got out of the car.

Rebecca yelled a few times, seeing that her mother ignored her at all, and looked to the side helplessly.

She noticed an Amish girl in the distance, hurried past with a bamboo basket, and it was her former good friend Pesha, who hurriedly chased after her.

Proctor waited for Rebecca to leave, looked at the gray-haired woman with her back facing him, and said in a deep voice:

"You know that Rebecca will be expelled and will face the fate of living on the street, but you let it go because you know I will help, right?"

"Then I took her in, provided her with food, and even bought a house for your daughter, but you still don't want to face me."

Proctor's sister paused for a moment, then continued to hang the clothes in her hand.

"I'm the only one who can help you right now." Proctor gritted his teeth and continued:

"You don't consider me a family member, but I regard you as my sister. Would you really rather let Solomon die outside than talk to me?"

Sister Proctor let go of her hands, and her clothes fell to the grass.

She squatted down slowly, covered her face with her hands, and sobbed in pain.

Proctor sighed and took two steps forward.

Just when she was about to touch her sister's shoulder, she sobbed and stood up and ran into the house.

"Shet." Proctor kicked over the laundry bucket angrily, clenched his fists angrily, hating why he grew up in such a group.

Panting heavily, he turned around and wanted to go back to the car to wait for Rebecca, but he saw the Amish working on the farm on the other side running back.

Behind the fleeing Amish in a hurry, several pickup trucks drove them away with the throttle, and the aborigines with sticks on the rear uttered strange screams.

The Amish do not advocate violence, and more than 20 men working on the farm all retreated to Bowman's house and stood together.

Hearing the movement outside, Bowman and Proctor's father also ran out of the room, looking at the opposite person in panic.

"Hand over that boy, you bloody Germans."

"Come here if you have the guts, you cowards."

"Hand over the murderer."

The aborigines with sticks jumped off the pickup truck one after another, knocked on the equipment in their hands, and kept shouting.

Proctor was full of grievances and had nowhere to vent. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and strode over.

"Kay, no, we've already called the police."

It was only then that Bowman noticed Proctor, and he shouted anxiously in disregard of the ban.

Proctor turned his head and found that Bowman and his father looked at him worriedly, opened their arms and said calmly:

"Those who make peace are protected by the Lord, and they shall be called children of God."

"Since the Lord hasn't appeared yet, let me come."

He turned around, and walked towards the aborigines with mixed gazes from all the tribesmen.

"Yes, let's compete, Bichi raised it."

Seeing a person approaching from the opposite side, the aborigines shouted one after another.

Proctor walked up to the group of aborigines fearlessly, looking around with cold eyes.

"Shet, it's Proctor."

Some of them recognized the person coming and whispered fearfully.

Another said fiercely: "What are you afraid of, he is alone and can eat us up."

Proctor spit to the side, and said with contempt:

"You guys have the guts to come and threaten people who know they won't fight back, and I'm so proud of you.

Borden, who was sitting on the Rolls-Royce, also took off his glasses with a sneer at this time, put the knuckles in his pockets on his hands, and walked quickly to this side.

"Fakyu, Proctor, you are alone now, I'm going to stick this baseball bat into your eye, I think you should enjoy this feeling very much."

One of the men wearing a peaked cap took a few steps forward, thrust the baseball bat in front of Proctor, and sternly threatened.

Proctor nodded calmly, "I understand, that kind of feeling will definitely not be a good one."

After finishing the words, he snatched the baseball bat from the peaked cap and stabbed him hard in the stomach like lightning.

"what"

The peaked cap was suddenly hit hard and screamed.

Proctor didn't stop, and swung the baseball bat in his hand.

There was a muffled "bang", and the stick hit the lower body of the peaked cap firmly.

(End of this chapter)