My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 223

The Chino Moon Casino is Alex's bottom line, although the bottom line has already been broken by Proctor.

But this document appeared in Hood's hands, which was not what he wanted to see.

This is not good news for him, the police will follow this document to stare at the Chino Moon Casino.

It was a huge risk to help Proctor launder money through the casino, but if he was targeted by the police, he couldn't believe the consequences.

Moreover, the level of detail of the data on the file gave him a great sense of threat.

The financial data he provided to Proctor was far less detailed, which meant that the interior of the casino had been infiltrated by Proctor.

This double crisis made Alex feel a dull pain in his head.

Hood took the folder back with a smile on his face:

"It's not just us who are wondering, I think you should also be wondering why Proctor has so much information about the Chino Moon Casino."

He closed the folder: "I mean, it's not normal."

"This can't help but make us suspect that the relationship between Proctor and you should not be as simple as imagined."

Alex's face calmed down a bit: "Do I need to call a lawyer?"

"No." Ethan flicked off the cigarette ash: "We're not accusing you of anything, I don't think even if you cooperate with Proctor, it's not out of your will."

"We came here this time to discuss a deal with you. I don't know if you are interested."

"Speak, I'll listen." Alex said, biting his cigar.

Hood took the words: "We will sue Proctor for illegal guns. Judging from the current situation, there is a great chance of conviction."

"But we don't want to take any risks and we can work together if you want."

To be able to sit in the position of the chief, Alex is not an ordinary person, and his cowardly personality does not mean that he has no IQ. He can understand the meaning of the other party's words.

Alex took two puffs on his cigar: "What can I get?"

"Snapped."

Hood flicked the folder, and threw the folder back in front of Alex:
"We will treat this document as if we didn't see it. This is a gift for you."

"At the same time, you can also get a chance to get rid of Proctor, it depends on whether you want to seize it or not."

Alex puffed on his cigar, looked at the portrait of his father hanging on the wall, and remembered the humiliation he had suffered in front of Proctor, and how he was pressing on his casino.

This was the opportunity he had been waiting for, a chance to bring Proctor down in one fell swoop.

Alex quickly made up his mind. He stepped aside and picked up three wine glasses.

"When my father was alive, I had some business dealings with Proctor." He went back to his desk and poured brandy into it:
"The two of them worked together and expanded a lot of business."

"After he passed away, when I took over the business, I was also forced to accept the agreement with Proctor."

"That's why he has casino information, and I was coerced by him."

Alex changed his voice and said meaningfully: "My father was once a respected chief, so I hope you can understand."

"Don't worry." Hood nodded and said, "I respect the old chief very much, and his name will not appear in this matter."

"That's fine."

Alex motioned for them to pick up the wine glass: "I will help you, in my hands, I also have information about Proctor's extortion."

"When the time is right, I will provide the information."

"thank you very much."

The goal tonight was achieved, Hood smiled and clinked glasses with Ethan.

After the two of them left, Alex happily tore off his tie and turned on the record player.

This time, as long as he cooperated with the Banshee Town Police Department to bring Proctor down, no one would be able to ride on his head anymore. Alex thought of Proctor's niece and felt a thirst in his throat.

The next morning, in the audience room of the town jail, Proctor, Rebecca, and his lawyer, Jackson, sat at a round table.

Jackson was wearing a light gray suit and looked to be in his 40s, the golden age of a lawyer.

He confidently opened the briefcase and took out the notebook from it:

"Mr. Proctor, don't worry, we have experienced this kind of thing many times, please tell me the matter in detail."

"I understand that."

Proctor didn't look the same as before, he changed into a white prison uniform, and his hair became messy.

However, the aura of the whole person did not weaken, but became more fierce.

He explained to Jackson what happened yesterday and the situation in his basement.

After Proctor stopped, Rebecca worriedly took his hand.

He patted the back of Rebecca's hand lightly, then looked at Jackson: "Tell me what you think."

Jackson closed his notebook and put his hands on the table: "Our opponent has changed, it's not Gordon Hopewell."

"The new District Attorney is Alison Medine. She is very smart, and she has just taken office. If she wants to make some achievements, she will be our trouble."

"And according to the intelligence I've gathered, she doesn't take bribes."

Proctor opened his hands and said confidently:

"Everyone has a price, as long as she dares to ask, I can give it."

Jackson pursed his lips: "Do you want to add attempted bribery to the gun possession crime?"

Proctor put away his hands in embarrassment: "Well, everyone has weaknesses."

Jackson shrugged, pretending not to notice: "According to my experience, starting with a search warrant is the most effective."

"We can start with the authenticity of the police informant's allegations. According to my understanding, their informant said that they saw a large number of guns hidden in your basement."

"This is the main basis for the Banshee Town Police Department's search warrant application."

Proctor shook his head quickly, "That's impossible."

Jackson asked: "Why do you say that?"

"No outsider can know what's inside, it's highly confidential." Proctor said firmly:

"The only people who can freely enter the underground chamber are me, Rebecca, and Borden."

"Think about it again." Jackson glanced at the guard standing outside the room, and said in a low voice:
"If we know who the informant is, there is a way to invalidate the search warrant."

The reception room was quiet for a while, and a voice suddenly came from the corner of the room:
"Stripper."

Borden walked out of the shadows and said expressionlessly: "Besides the three of us, strippers often appear in the house. It is not ruled out that someone accidentally discovered the secret room."

Only then did Proctor come to his senses and winked at Jackson.

Jackson understood: "Talk slowly, I'll go out for a while."

(End of this chapter)