My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 218 Crazy Bite

This sudden impact caused Sharp's head to bleed.

He struggled to unbuckle his seat belt, got out of the broken car window, saw the people on Iveco, and shouted in fear:
"I did not betray Mr. Proctor."

The door of Iveco's car opened, and two men in black jumped out from inside, rushing towards Sharp.

Sharp tried to run away, but was quickly restrained and thrown into the car.

Borden took off his glasses with a sneer, and looked back: "Mr. Sharp, why do you think that we came to you because you betrayed Mr. Proctor?"

"I don't know, I'm just talking nonsense."

Sharp knew he had made a slip of the tongue, and hurriedly explained.

"Boom."

As Borden slid his finger down, a rifle butt hit him hard on the head, knocking Sharp unconscious.

Iveco emitted a puff of blue smoke and left the scene quickly.

Not long after, a police car drove up quickly.

Seeing the pickup truck that was overturned on the side of the road, Hood stopped the car, took out his pistol and went forward to search.

It's a pity that there was no one there, only some blood stains remained.

He followed the traces to the side of the road, and the blood dripping on the ground disappeared out of thin air.

Hood looked around. This was a country road leading to the outskirts of the town. There were no monitoring facilities, so he had to put the gun back into the holster.

Ethan was riding in Brock's car and quickly caught up.

After a search at the scene, the three people found some signs of struggle, and concluded that Matt Sharp was obviously taken away.

Everyone knew who took him away.

Brock kicked the pickup truck next to him, and Ethan had already told him the whole process.

Those bastards made him almost unable to be a godfather, and he wished he could shoot two more shots to vent his hatred.

As for Matt Sharp, all he can do now is issue a wanted warrant.

But they all know that Sharp will most likely not see the sun tomorrow.

Proctor Slaughterhouse.

The usually busy operation room is deserted at this time.

In a corner of the operating room, a person was dangling from a huge iron hook.

The side door was opened, and a man in a suit and leather shoes walked in slowly, followed by a tall German shepherd.

Proctor walked to the corner and carefully looked at the hanging man:

"Is he Matt Sharp?"

"Yes."

Borden stepped out of the shadows, still holding a chair, walked up to Sharp, and put the chair down.

Proctor nodded and went back to sit on the chair.

The German shepherd circled around Matt, sticking out its tongue from time to time, licking Sharp's drooping toes.

"come over."

Proctor yelled in German, and the German Shepherd was startled, walked over obediently, and squatted obediently at his feet.

Borden brought over half a bucket of water from the side, swung it vigorously, and splashed it on Sharp.

Sharp shook his head and woke up from a coma. He saw Proctor sitting not far away, his pupils constricted like needles.

Proctor didn't know him, but it was impossible for him not to know Proctor.

Regardless of the pain in his shoulder, he wanted to say something, but his mouth was tightly blocked, and he could only make a whining sound.

Proctor sat upright, and he asked Sharp:

"Do you know me?"

Sharp nodded, still whining incessantly.

"That's good, I know you want to talk, but can you wait for a while?" Proctor smiled and patted the German Shepherd at his feet:

"My dog ​​is hungry, let him eat something first, let's have a good chat, do you think it's okay?"

Before he could make any gestures, Borden walked over with a cable tie and tied it to his thigh very skillfully.

Fastening the tie, Borden walked back into the shadows, only to re-emerge shortly afterwards.

Borden was wearing a transparent poncho and was carrying a chainsaw.

Sharp wanted to struggle, but was tied tightly, his chest rose and fell sharply, and he looked at Proctor pleadingly.

Soon, the terrifying sound of the chainsaw sounded.

After a violent tremor, Sharp passed out.

When he woke up again, the German shepherd at Proctor's feet was eating deliciously in front of a stainless steel plate, which was full of ground minced meat.

Sharp looked down in a trance, half of one of his legs was missing, and blood was still dripping down.

After Borden untied the cloth strip from his mouth, Sharp said with a pale face:
"I know who you are, and I know what I did, can you please give me a good time."

Proctor asked calmly, "Who did you sell me to?"

"The Sheriff, Hood."

Unexpectedly, it was really Hood. A sharp light flashed in Proctor's eyes, and he couldn't help but use a little strength to stroke the German Shepherd's hand.

The bulldog at his feet was in pain, but he didn't dare to utter a sound, so he could only chew the meat in the basin.

No matter how Hood is a sheriff, it is true that Proctor is a sitting tiger, but he is also trapped in the status of a sitting tiger, and he has no way to attack a sheriff.

Proctor nodded to Borden with a gloomy face, Borden understood, walked aside and put Sharp down.

Sensing something, De Shepherd turned the stainless steel face plate in front of him aside, roared excitedly, and saliva dripped from his sharp teeth.

"bite."

Proctor yelled hastily in German, and the German Shepherd rushed out like an arrow off the string, biting Sharp crazily.

Although he knew that Sharp was in danger, but what should be done was still to be done. Brock was left to guard the scene, and Ethan and Hood went to the abandoned car processing plant to make the last effort.

Not surprisingly, the car treatment plant was empty.

They could only go home and visit Meg in the hospital.

When she arrived at the hospital, Siobhan was standing outside the ward looking in, still wearing her coffee-stained uniform.

Siobhan waited for a long time but did not wait for Ethan, and only learned of Meg's attack when Alma shouted.

In desperation, she put on her wet uniform and went straight to the hospital.

Seeing Ethan and the others appear, Siobhan quickly asked:

"Did you catch that bastard?"

"No."

Ethan shook his head and looked into the ward.

Emmett was sitting by the bed, holding Meg's hand, noticing Ethan and the others coming back, Emmett comforted Meg with a few words, and walked out of the ward.

Siobhan was the first to ask, "How is Meg?"

Emmett said happily: "It was only slightly injured, and the child is fine."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Meg has a big belly, and what worries her most is the child inside.

Emmet walked towards Ethan with a face full of fear, and slapped him on the back hard.

"Ethan, Meg asked me to thank you."

The back was slapped, and Ethan grinned and said, "You don't need to thank you so much, we are friends."

Emmet let go of his hand and asked angrily, "Where's Matt Sharp?"

Ethan shook his head and told him about the situation.

Faced with this situation, everyone had nothing to do, but the two people who were violent at the scene were directly beaten to death by Ethan, and Emmett could be regarded as angry.

(End of this chapter)