My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 179 Patience is a Virtue

Brock nodded: "Ethan is right."

"The question is, such a cautious person as Proctor, do you think he will appear on the scene of independence?"

"Then let's apply for a search warrant?" Emmett squeezed his fist:
"Give this place directly."

"It just cost him a sum of money." Brock adjusted his sitting posture and leaned back: "Believe it or not, within a week, he can find another place to start operating again."

Hood tapped his hand on the table. Sharp and Proctor had no direct contact.

The red brick factory where the independent factory is located and the land are also operated through shell companies. I didn't expect him to be so slippery.

After thinking for a while, he slowly tore up the information in his hand and said:
"There is no need to apply for a search warrant, and there is no need to do anything to this independence factory."

"After taking this den away, it's easy for Proctor to change to another place, but it's very troublesome for us to find it again. At least this place is in our hands now."

"Having mastered this den, we will try to find more evidence that can connect him with him in the future."

Everyone nodded. After two days of busy work, they still couldn't catch Proctor's handle, so they couldn't help feeling a little downcast.

Seeing them like this, Hood clapped his hands quickly: "Guys, it doesn't need to be like this."

"This is Proctor, and we've had a lot to gain."

"Like Brock said, this is a war, not a campaign."

"As long as we work hard in that direction, there will definitely be gains."

After speaking, Hood took out his wallet, took out a Franklin card and handed it to Brock, "Go to Miles Restaurant to buy something to eat, and I will treat you to afternoon tea."

With a smile on his face, Brock took the money and walked out of the office.

When Emmet was about to follow Brock out, Hood stopped him.

Emmet stopped and looked at Hood puzzled: "Sheriff, is there anything else?"

Hood stood up and said seriously:

"About what happened yesterday, I should apologize to you. I shouldn't use your family as an issue. I'm sorry."

Emmet waved his hand and said with a smile on his face:
"It's okay, I didn't take it to heart."

"I have seen this kind of people a lot. Since I was a child, I have never stopped experiencing this kind of discrimination."

"Do you know what makes me happiest?"

Seeing that Emmet didn't take things to heart, Hood was relieved:

"What is it?"

Emmett blinked at him: "Every time these people who discriminate against me are knocked down by me, that's the happiest moment for me."

Hood smiled dumbly, Ethan also stood up, fist bumped Emmett and said:

"Dude, let's clean up these Majestic Fake together from now on."

"of course."

Seeing that Ethan still had something to do, Emmet smiled and closed the door of the sheriff's office.

"Your nonsense can't fool me."

Ethan walked across the desk and sat down, picked up the torn document, glanced at it, threw it aside and said:

"According to your personality, you should apply for a search warrant immediately. You can't wait to go over and take Proctor's den tonight."

"You're right." Hood glanced out the window.

Brock has gone shopping at Miles's, and Emmett is seated.

He opened the drawer, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Ethan: "This is the information I collected last night, take a look."

Ethan took the paper, all of which were some materials of Proctor's trial in previous years.

Hood reached out and clicked on a few key places above, and said with a playful expression:
"The judgments made by the above are all in favor of Proctor."

Ethan shook the paper: "You mean the judge accepted Proctor's bribe"

Hood nodded slightly: "Maybe we applied to the judge for a search warrant, and then Proctor received the news."

"By the time we searched in the past, the contents inside had already been emptied, and he would have no loss at all."

Ethan folded the paper and handed it back to Hood:
"Then what are your plans?"

Hood put the paper back in the drawer, then took off the police badge on his chest and threw it on the table. The silver five-pointed badge rotated a few times.

"Do you remember the advice you gave me?"

Hood raised his eyebrows and continued: "There is more than one way to deal with Proctor. The police's way has been tried. Now try my way. I will send his nest to the sky and cause him to suffer heavy losses."

"Okay." Ethan nodded and said:

"But now is not the time to do it."

"I understand that." Hood looked towards the entrance of the police station, and Brock walked in with a lot of desserts.

"Let's talk about it after a while. Doing it now is equivalent to declaring loudly in the ears of Brock and the others that I did it."

The corner of Ethan's mouth curled up, and his fingers tapped the table lightly:

"Patience is a virtue."

In the morning, the biological clock woke Ethan up as usual.

He came to the bathroom in a daze. After brushing his teeth and taking a shower, he went to the cloakroom and reached for the hanging uniform.

He had just touched the dark blue town police uniform when he remembered that he was on vacation for the past few days.

The people in their police station are all on vacation in turn. Although they are in a small town, they do dangerous and high-intensity work. Without enough rest, most people can't resist it.

Even if Ethan can resist going to work continuously, the system of the police station will not allow it.

Thinking that he didn't have to go to work, Ethan patted his head, then walked back to the bed, and fell heavily on the bed.

In less than a minute, he bounced off the bed again, and after taking a bath, he was completely sleepless.

Ethan went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out a box of eggs.

Pour oil into the pan, and when the oil is warm, he quickly cracked six eggs into it.

Soon, the egg liquid solidified.

Feeling that the heat was almost ready, Ethan grabbed the handle of the pan and tossed it easily.

The omelette flew into the air, flipped perfectly, and then fell.

Ethan put the pot back on the stove and walked to the side.

He sighed, picked up the broom and garbage shovel, and cleaned up the egg pancakes that fell on the ground.

After breakfast, Ethan walked towards the tool room in a pair of big pants and a basketball shirt.

In the tool room, he tidied up a corner.

There were fishing tools arranged by him on it, and he was still idle. He carried a [-]-meter fishing rod and a bucket filled with sundries to the small pier.

After you leisurely came to the small pier, you found that this place happened to be exposed to the early morning sun.

He had no choice but to change his position and came under the big tree with the swing.

Here the roots protrude, spread to the water's edge, and then sink deep into the soil.

Looking up, the branches and leaves are at a high place.

There are no small miscellaneous trees next to it, so there is no risk of hanging the wire.

He looked around, put down the things on his hands, and ran back to the house to fetch a small bench
A gust of wind blew, and Ethan sat on the small bench, found the thread group from the bucket, and started to work.

(End of this chapter)