My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 175 Muddy Waters
Ethan watched them all staring at each other with a smile on his lips.

He leaned back in his chair, yawned and asked:
"Is there a problem?"

Seeing his embarrassing look, Siobhan quickly walked up to him, put his hands around his neck and gritted his teeth:

"Do you have any clues?"

Ethan quickly patted her arm, begging for mercy:

"Let go."

Brock picked up his coffee mug and started booing with Emmett.

"Don't let go, just strangle him for a while."

Seeing the two of them booing, Siobhan blushed and quickly let go of his hands.

Ethan shook his neck helplessly and stood up.

"Go in and talk."

He bit his cigarette and led the way to the sheriff's office, where Hood was resting his legs on the table and drinking coffee comfortably.

Seeing them coming in, Hood folded his legs and turned the computer screen in front of him.

Ethan stepped forward and saw that Hood had searched for that person's information, and sure enough there was information about this person in the police system.

"Matt Sharp."

Ethan knocked on the computer screen. On it was a prison photo, a white man with a bald head and two tattoos of lightning on his throat.

Those are the symbols of the SS. If these symbols are tattooed on the body of a white man, then it is self-evident what kind of person he is.

Emmett grabbed his dark face with his hands, and straightened his back a little.

Brock patted Emmett on the shoulder and sat down on the sofa. "I've caught this guy, a white supremacist, an old fritter who has been in prison several times."

"What does he have to do with Proctor?"

Ethan sat on the sheriff's desk and took a drag on his cigarette.

"This is the clue collected just now, but in order to continue the interrogation scene, the police chief and I decided not to tell you."

"According to the information provided by the informant, this Matt Sharp is responsible for driving Proctor and transporting the pills."

"From Matt Sharp's mouth, we can get clues to Proctor's unique factory."

Hearing Ethan's words, Brock and the others showed joy and relaxed their bodies.

As long as there are clues, it's not a waste of a night.

Hood asked Brock, "You caught this Matt Sharp, do you know where you can find him?"

"of course."

Brock nodded and said, "He and a few friends work in an abandoned car processing plant."

"That's good." Hood stood up and slammed on the table. "We'll go find him tomorrow."

"No."

Siobhan quickly objected, "It will take a few days."

"why?"

Hood was puzzled, he wished he could go and arrest people now.

"Please."

Siobhan shook his head, "I won't ask who you got the clue from just now."

"I just finished the interrogation tonight, and I'm going to find Matt Sharp the next day. Are you worried that the person who is willing to give us clues won't die fast enough?"

Hood withdrew his hand in embarrassment and sat back down.

Ethan shook his head, "Siobhan is right, we can't be in such a hurry."

As soon as Miranda provided them with information, she couldn't change hands and sold her.

Brock scratched his head and said maturely:
"To deal with Proctor, it is not a matter of a day or two. We are lucky to be able to gain something today, so we can't worry."

"Next, let's muddy the water first, continue to harass Proctor's other properties, and make him burn out."

"After you've disturbed his vision, it's time to go find Matt Sharp."

"Don't worry, he can't run."

Several other people agreed with Brock's idea, and Hood could only postpone the matter of looking for Sharp for a few days.

After returning home, Ethan shook the keys in his hand with a relaxed expression.

Jaber sat on the hood of the yellow convertible with a dark face, "The next time you spend in New York, I will count it all."

"make a deal."

Ethan happily threw the phone to him, opened the door and walked in.

Over the next few days, Proctor's slaughterhouse, store, and club were raided in turn.

After the first day's work, Proctor has already dealt with all the violations of his industry, and he can't catch any sore feet.

Proctor knew that this was Hood's reaction to the killing of Kate Moody, and he could only grit his teeth and accept the loss of business.

A few days later, the banshee town police station's actions against him gradually subsided.

When Ethan drove through Oak Street, he looked at the sign on the side of the road and stopped the car.

Walking straight into Old Sam's Fishing and Hunting Shop, the copper bell at the door rang.

"welcome."

Ethan walked to the front of the counter and said to the white-bearded old man wearing a cowboy hat:

"Can you get me some bullets?"

"No problem at all."

Looking at the dark blue uniform on Ethan's body, the owner of the fishing and hunting shop replied relaxedly.

Next, Ethan reported the bullets and quantities needed for several types of firearms in his space, because he wanted a lot of them, and the owner of the fishing and hunting shop asked him to wait for a while before sorting them at the counter.

"Look slowly, I'll take a stroll."

Anyway, it was fishing, so he patted the counter and started strolling inside.

When he came to a corner, he stopped.

Here, there are all fishing equipment. Various fishing rods are densely erected on the shelves, and the booth next to it is full of wheels and various parts.

Ethan thought of the lake next to his house, and immediately became interested.

It's just that what I play here is different from what I used to play. Most of them are lure poles and throwing poles.

After rummaging around, he found two packing boxes that had already accumulated a thin layer of dust in the lowest corner.

I wiped away the dust and took a look. It contained a black-painted Taiwan fishing rod. I looked at the brand of the box, which was Shimano, and then looked at the length mark. One was 6.3 meters and the other was 7.2 meters.

There was no other choice here, so Ethan picked up the two poles and walked back to the counter.

"Sam, do you have any accessories for these two sets?"

Old Sam held down his cowboy hat and stood up. Seeing the fishing rod in Ethan's hand, he asked curiously:

"I've been buying these things for a few months, but I haven't been able to sell them. People in our town don't play with them. Do you know how to use them?"

"Ethan nodded, and put the fishing rod box on the counter.

Old Sam said cheerfully: "Okay, as long as you know how to use it, I have accessories and baits. Since you want it, how about I give you all of them, and it will be cheaper for you."

"no problem."

The most important thing is that it is complete, otherwise I will have to search here and there when the time comes.

When it was time to check out, Ethan was stunned for a moment. Two fishing rods plus accessories were much more expensive than a lot of bullets.

But now I have a net worth of more than 100 million, I don't care, as long as it can add a little fun to myself.

After paying the bill, he walked out of the fishing and hunting shop with a bunch of things in his arms.

As for the fishing license, I'm just playing around in front of my house anyway, and if anyone wants to call the police if they are idle, let him report it.

As soon as I put the things in the trunk of the police car, the radio rang.

"Ethan, where are you, it's time to talk to Matt Sharp."

(End of this chapter)