My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 220
After work the next day, the first thing Hood and Ethan did was head to the District Attorney's office.

Not long after, the new black female district attorney, Alison Medine, hurriedly opened the door.

"Sorry for the long wait, I was in a meeting just now."

Alison wore a tailored black sleeveless dress with a string of silver ornaments around her neck. She didn't look like a district attorney, but rather a senior white-collar worker.

Ethan took a sip of his coffee, smiled and nodded with her.

"It's okay, we just arrived." Hood tidied up his police uniform.

Alison put down a stack of papers on her desk, then walked to the window and pulled the cord to open the blinds.

The sun shone in and fell on her body, her delicate skin was like black satin.

"You came here so early, what's the matter?"

Hood took a few appreciative glances, and when Alison sat back in the chair, he cleared his throat:

"We're here to apply for a search warrant."

"What is the goal?"

"Proctor's basement."

Hearing Hood's words, Alison raised her legs: "What is the reason for applying for a search warrant?"

Hood said with confidence: "According to the information provided by the informant, there are a large number of firearms stored in the basement of Proctor's home."

Alison narrowed her eyes, she couldn't believe what Hood said.

I worked hard with the former district attorney Gordon and the former mayor Kendall for several years, but failed to find Proctor's evidence.

Now Hood was able to find witnesses and provide such important information.

Alison couldn't help being a little curious:
"Who is your witness?"

"For personal safety reasons, this needs to be kept secret."

"Will this witness testify in court?"

"Also in consideration of personal safety, no."

Alison turned the pen in her hand and asked blankly: "Then how are you sure that this witness is not deceiving?"

Not long after becoming a district attorney, she didn't want to act rashly without any definite evidence.

She has already touched the ashes on Proctor too many times, and she doesn't want to return without success again.

"I'll just say that."

Hood adjusted his sitting posture: "The witness has a very strong desire to send Proctor to prison."

Alison glanced at Ethan, then stared at Hood:

"It's just that what I heard is not good. There must be solid evidence, so that I can persuade the judge to sign the search warrant."

Hood nodded and said seriously:

"My witnesses saw the guns being moved into the basement."

"Snapped".

A soft sound.

The spinning pen in Alison's hand flew aside and rolled on the table.

Hood's expression doesn't look fake, as long as he can successfully convict Proctor, he can rewrite his resume.

Her voice was slightly excited: "Are you sure?"

Hood nodded, the corners of his mouth raised.

Alison stood up and said bluntly:
"Okay, I'll go to the judge now, you go back and gather people, and as soon as you get the search warrant, start the search immediately."

Proctor's villa, beside the large porch, parked a Rolls Royce.

The spray of water sprayed out a rainbow.

Borden was holding a water hose, carefully washing the vehicle in front of him.

He was wearing a tight white vest, and the exposed parts were full of knife scars and welts.

Noticing the movement from a distance, Borden dropped the water pipe and looked towards the gate.

Smoke and dust rose, and the next moment, police cars drove in quickly.

He walked quickly to the porch and blocked the front door, as if no strangers were allowed to enter.

There was a series of dull closing sounds, and Ethan got out of the car holding the pistol.

In front of the gate of the villa, in addition to the Banshee Town Police Station, which was fully mobilized, there were also a few county policemen standing. At Brock's suggestion, Hood asked the county police for support.

This movement quickly attracted the attention of the people in the room, and Proctor walked out quickly.

He looked at a group of policemen standing in front of his house with cold eyes, and whispered to Borden:

"Call a lawyer."

After a brief explanation, Proctor walked up to Hood: "Sheriff Hood, I wonder if you brought so many people to my house, what's the matter?"

Hood glanced back at the group behind him, stepped forward unceremoniously, and stood face to face with Proctor:
"It's nothing, just thinking about it, I have been a sheriff for so long, you have always visited me, and I have never visited you."

"After thinking about it, I feel that being a human being should be polite, so I brought my colleagues over to say hello to you."

Hood grinned and patted the document on Proctor's chest:

"Kay Proctor, we have a search warrant for the basement of your house, and now we are going to search inside, please cooperate."

"What's the reason for the search?" Proctor asked indifferently.

"It's clearly written on it, you can read it slowly."

Hood patted Proctor and led the way into the house.

Borden put down the phone to stop him, but Hood pushed him away.

"stop."

With Proctor's low shout, Borden let go of his clenched fist.

"If you still have this kind of action, I will shoot you in the head." Hood tapped Borden's glasses with a pistol, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Two sheriffs surrounded Proctor to prevent him from escaping.

He followed Hood into the house expressionlessly, to see what he could find in his own home.

Under the leadership of Hood, the group went straight to the basement.

The basement is unobstructed, and there are various wines scattered on several rows of wide wine racks, but there is nothing else.

Everyone looked at each other, and their eyes all focused on Hood.

Proctor put his hands behind his back and said in a cold tone:

"Sheriff Hood, I don't know what you're searching for, I hope it won't be illegal to keep some liquor in the house."

"Is there anything you want to explain?"

Hood smiled and walked to the wine rack next to the wall and said, "If you cooperate, the district attorney may consider your cooperation."

Seeing Hood put his hands on the wine rack, Proctor clenched his hands behind his back:
"Sorry, I don't know what you're looking for."

"Ok."

Hood shrugged his shoulders and pushed his arms hard, and the wine rack made a slight movement.

Proctor's face remained calm, but his heart lifted.

"Wait a minute, what is this?" Hood never took his eyes off Proctor's face, enjoying this moment very much.

He turned around and tapped on the wood inside the wine rack.

"Dong dong dong."

A hollow sound echoed in the basement.

"I don't know what kind of sound you think this is." Hood grinned: "But in my opinion, it looks like a door."

Under Proctor's unbelievable gaze, Hood casually knocked on the wine rack a few times, then stretched out his hand to break it hard at a corner above it.

"Click."

After a soft sound, the wine rack moved slowly inside.

(End of this chapter)