My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 178

Looking at his panicked face, Hood reached out and took it back.

Sharp suddenly stiffened and looked at him in disbelief.

Hood gritted his teeth and slowly increased the strength in his hands. The blood vessels in Sharp's forehead burst out, and his face flushed red.

It took only a few seconds for Sharp to saliva all over the place:

"Shet, let go, you pervert."

"Speak or not?"

Hood squeezed his five fingers hard, and clenched it violently.

Sharp slammed his head to the ground, the severe pain made him unbearable any longer, he roared:
"Say, say everything."

"Tell me everything you know." Seeing that he was being honest, Hood loosened his clenched hands a bit.

"I'm just a driver, and I usually work at night." Sharp took a breath and said quickly:

"Usually after receiving the notice, I will go to the factory."

"At that time, the people from the factory had already hidden the pills in the car, and all I needed to do was drive the car to Philadelphia."

Hood held his neck firmly with the other hand, staring at Sharp.

"and then?"

"People from the factory will give me an address, usually in some public parking lot. I will park the car in the designated parking space, leave the key in the car, and leave directly."

"Who are the people who came to pick up the car?"

Sharp gasped and said:

"I have never seen anyone who came to pick up the car. If I stayed in the car, I would be killed by the people who came over without hesitation. Do you understand?"

"There will be strict procedures throughout the transfer process, and everyone only knows their part of the job."

Hood asked with a cold face, "Is it Proctor who notified you and your delivery address?"

Sharp shook his head hurriedly: "No, he's a big shot, let alone transportation, I've never even met Proctor."

"Don't try to lie to me."

Hood gritted his teeth, and grabbed it hard again.

Sharp shouted excitedly: "Fakyu, I swear to God, I've told you everything I know."

Judging by his expression, he didn't seem to be lying, so Hood had no choice but to ask the last question:
"Where is the independent factory?"

Seeing his hesitation, Hood grabbed him again, sharp tears of pain flowed out.

"Fack, it's at the brick factory on the outskirts of town."

Only then did Hood let go of his hand, and patted Sharp's flushed face twice in satisfaction.

After Ethan removed the shoe prints left by Emmett, Brock walked over holding his stomach.

Emmet touched the corner of his swollen mouth and asked Brock:
"Do you need to copy them both?"

"no need."

The punch from the man in the T-shirt hit Brock hard just now, he covered his stomach and said:
"Take it back to waste time."

He kicked the strong man in the black vest lying on the ground, turned around and walked in the direction where Sharp fled.

Hood was getting up from Sharp when the three arrived in the parking lot.

Noticing their presence, Hood turned and walked over, and nodded at them.

Emmet looked at Sharp who was struggling to stand up, and said:
"Is there really no need to control them? In case they run to inform Proctor."

"Need not."

Hood patted Emmett on the shoulder: "The other two don't know what we're looking for Sharpe for, and Sharpe doesn't dare to look for Proctor."

"I think he was more afraid that we would say his name in front of Proctor."

After speaking, Hood turned his head and smiled at Sharp.

Sharp shuddered, subconsciously clutching between his legs.

Emmett was the last one to leave when he left. He glanced back at Sharp and found that the new revolutionary was staring at him with resentment.

Emmet shook his head and smiled, then turned and walked away quickly.

Back in the police car, the three of them looked at Hood.

Hood took out his cigarettes and distributed them. After lighting them, he said, "The brick factory on the outskirts of town."

Emmet nodded, biting a cigarette and started the vehicle. The police car rolled up the smoke and left the abandoned car processing plant.

More than 20 minutes later, the police car stopped far away near the brick factory.

They walked forward for a few minutes, bent over and quickly came to a remote corner, surrounded by piles of red bricks.

Ethan squatted down and looked inside. The factory area was surrounded by barbed wire. It didn't look that big, with four or five workshops.

Judging from the mottled exterior walls of the building, it has been in operation for many years.

The sound of machines working can be heard in the factory area, and from time to time someone drives a forklift to transport red bricks through it.

Hood bent over and approached the barbed wire fence, his eyes were like eagles, scanning the inside of the factory constantly.

His eyes fell on every corner of the factory area, with a sneer on his face.

Emmet looked at the passing vehicles inside and said doubtfully:
"As an independent factory, isn't it too hidden here?"

"It's your kind of thinking that Proctor needs." Hood rolled his gaze, pointing inward with his arm outstretched.

"Did you see those corners? They are all equipped with cameras."

When Brock heard Hood's words, he wanted to grab the barbed wire and get a closer look.

Hood glanced at the three-meter-high barbed wire in front of him, "These barbed wires are all electrified."

Brock took his hand back, scratched his head, and took two steps back.

Hood finally pointed to the side door of one of the factory buildings "with security on it."

"Sharp didn't lie to me. This is indeed Proctor's independent factory. A red brick factory will not be equipped with these things."

Emmet squatted down, he looked at the places Hood pointed at, and nodded in conviction:

"Sheriff, how do you know these things, you can see them at a glance."

After being silent for a while, Hood shrugged and said, "Just think that I know more."

Ethan picked up a grass stalk, wanted to put it in his mouth, hesitated for a moment and threw it away:
"Then what should we do now?"

Hood took a few steps back, stooping away.

"It will take a while even to apply for a search warrant. Let's go back and find out who owns the brick factory."

Brock saw a few wolfhounds tied with iron chains inside, and quickly followed Hood's pace:

"sounds great."

The next day, the sheriff's office was filled with smoke.

Since Siobhan was resting, there were still a few people in the office from yesterday.

"The real estate register states that the owner of the brick factory and the land is a company called Boogie Flower, and Proctor has nothing to do with this company."

Emmett sighed and put the documents in his hand on the sheriff's desk, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Hood took the document, pursed his lips and looked at the information on the document carefully.

Ethan took a sip of coffee, "It's just a shell company, it's useless."

"If you want to charge Proctor with the crime of self-independence, you must arrest him on the spot when he appears in the factory."

(End of this chapter)