My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 226 Jaber Injured
Proctor nodded, as long as he could go out, many things would be easy to handle.

He said to Jackson: "Do your job well, no matter what you need, just ask."

"Ok, no problem."

Jackson packed his things, knowing that Rebecca and Proctor still had something to say, so he walked out of the room by himself.

Rebecca took the financial statement from her satchel and handed it over.

Proctor flipped it a few times, then threw it aside impatiently.

After the lawyer left, he no longer concealed the expression on his face. He felt that illegal possession of guns was not a big problem. The big deal was paying a huge fine, which was nothing to him.

But Alex jumped out to rebel, it was indeed beyond his expectation, and it would cause him great trouble.

Rebecca asked in a low voice, "Are you worried about Alex?"

"Either it doesn't rain, and when we get up, it will pour rain immediately." Proctor's eyes showed a trace of fatigue: "I underestimated Alex, he picked a good time."

Rebecca put her hand on her neck and scratched: "Can you ask Borden to do something?"

"Since Alex dares to say these words to you, he must be prepared. Borden may not even have a chance to get close."

Proctor shook his head, and tapped his fingers on the table lightly: "Go back first, let Borden try it, if we can't find a chance, we will find a way."

Rebecca had never seen Proctor look so decadent, gritted her teeth, got up and left.

In the evening, after Ethan got off work, he came to Davis Bar.

After several glasses of whiskey, he glanced around: "Isn't Jaber coming over tonight?"

Candy wiped the cup in his hand with a towel: "He returned to New York yesterday and said he was in a hurry."

According to Hood, Jabo has been searching for the whereabouts of the rabbit for the past few days. If there is something urgent for him, Ethan took out his mobile phone and called Jabo, but no one answered.

Ethan put down his phone and asked worriedly:

"Did he tell you what it was?"

"You know his." Candy shrugged and put the wiped glass aside.

Ethan smiled dumbly, yes, the two people hated each other as soon as they met, it is estimated that Jiabo would not communicate with Candy about anything.

"How are you and Carly?" Candy picked up another cup and asked Ethan.

"not so good."

"Please, don't do this, we need you."

Candy stopped what she was doing, pulled a chair and sat down: "She did this for the sake of the child, and she also apologized to us."

In previous operations, Ethan had always acted as an assaulter.

Whether it was the rescue of Hood or the blow-up of Proctor's solitary den, his powerful combat effectiveness left a deep impression on Candy.

If he really quit the team, his combat power would immediately drop by a large amount.

Ethan raised the corner of his mouth, picked up the glass and took a sip of whiskey: "Without us, I only heard her say sorry to you."

"She did something wrong. My request is very simple. I just need her to say sorry sincerely, but she failed to do it."

Candy took off her hat and scratched her gray hair:
"I heard from Jab that you knocked Carly hard enough."

"This is what happens when you don't inform your partner. She should be grateful that I didn't kick her in the face, not resentful."

Candy didn't know what to say for a while, so she had to pick up the towel again.

Speaking of the incident last time, the one who had the most objections was actually Candy. If they were all mixed up in private work, he would suffer the most, after all, he could only do support work.

It was also because of this that he couldn't turn his back on like Ethan. The ticket for the car heisted last time was enough for him to live for several years.

Talking about these things, Ethan was not in the mood to continue drinking, and quickly checked out and left.

Ethan was lying on the sofa in his underpants, drinking beer happily, and the fight was in full swing on the TV.

Just as he was enjoying the comfortable time alone, there was a beeping sound.

Ethan sat up and looked at the monitor hanging on the side. A blue pickup truck was parked outside the gate, and Hood was waving at the monitor.

It's late at night, and he doesn't even make a phone call, what is he doing here.

Ethan pressed the switch suspiciously, and walked to the porch with a beer in his hand.

Soon, Hood's car drove in quickly. He didn't even get out of the car, and hurriedly shouted to Ethan:

"Come on, we found out where the rabbit is hiding."

Ethan didn't leave immediately as Hood thought, but instead took a sip from the beer bottle and stood still.

Now public affairs belong to public affairs, and private affairs belong to private affairs.

Carly made him very unhappy last time, so there was no need to work hard for her, and rabbits were not easy to mess with.

Seeing Ethan drinking beer in silence, Hood understood what he meant in an instant.

But there are not many people who can help him now, Hood said helplessly:
"Jab was hurt, he found the rabbit."

"When he was escaping, he was hit by a car. Now he is in the New York Presbyterian Hospital, and he will be in danger at any time. We must find him and rescue him before the rabbit's people."

"Please, it's not for Carly, it's for Jaber."

Ethan sighed and said why he couldn't get in touch with Jaber. He put down the bottle and walked into the house:

"Wait for me five minutes."

Ethan walked back to the bedroom and dressed quickly. The gun he reported at the police station was useless, so he took the black gun that Jia Boyun had given him earlier.

He took out the silver sand eagle from the space and stuffed it into the underarm holster.

The belt of the Uzi submachine gun was hung on the shoulder, and he put on a large baseball uniform, which perfectly covered it.

He randomly took two magazines and put them on his body to pretend, and the rest were in the space.

He put on a pair of plain black-rimmed glasses, picked up a peaked cap, and walked quickly outside the house.

Hood was smoking a cigarette anxiously in the cab. When he saw that the lights in the house were turned off, he quickly threw away the cigarette butt.

Soon, Ethan came out of the house.

When he opened the car door, Hood was stunned by his attire.

Noticing his gaze, Ethan casually threw the peaked cap on the center console, and opened his coat.

Inside, there is a huge silver desert eagle on the left, and a submachine gun hanging on the right, looking murderous.

Hood looked at the M1911 he had put aside in embarrassment, and he let out a sigh of relief. This time, he was looking for Ethan in the right way.

Seeing the direction of the car, Ethan couldn't help asking:
"Where are we going?"

"candy."

"Walter?"

Ethan shook his head quickly: "The rescue action must be quick, are you sure?"

Hood thought about it too, he glanced at Ethan, turned the steering wheel and drove in another direction.

Ethan didn't speak this time, Hood was going to deal with the rabbit, so it was only natural that he found Carly.

The blue pickup soon stopped in front of the Valley Motel. Hood got out of the car and ran up to the second floor. After a while, he came down alone.

The car started again and quickly arrived at the residence of the mayor Gordon.

Hood kept a cold face all the way. After stopping the car, he walked over quickly and knocked on the door.

Ethan didn't get out of the car and lit a cigarette.

There is an inexplicable premonition that a good show will start later.

(End of this chapter)