My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 242 Bear the consequences
The next morning, looking at Nora lying next to him, Ethan turned over and got up.

First he did a hundred push-ups, and then went out to run for half an hour. When he returned to the residence, sweating profusely, Nora was still sound asleep.

For her, it seems that there is no concept of getting up early, and what time she sleeps counts.

Since Nora had been away for a long time and had no place to stay in Banshee Town, and she was unwilling to live with Alex's widow, Ethan simply let her live with him for a while.

It's safer to live with her than to live in a motel, and she can practice guns if she has nothing to do.

As for what to do next, the two decided to find an entry point after deliberation and take over Alex's original team.

The rotten boat also has a few nails. In the tribal council, Alex still has a few cronies.

As for who it is, Nora needs to communicate with Alex's wife to see if his wife can provide some clues. After all, Nora usually doesn't care about these things.

After adding some water, Ethan went into the bathroom.

Inside the Proctor Villa, a knock on the door broke the silence of the morning.

The person lying on the bed opened his eyes, yawned, and then pushed away the arms on his body.

Proctor put on his nightgown and opened the door.

Borden adjusted his glasses, and his knuckles were broken.

Ignoring the naked women lying on the bed, he said to Proctor, "Sir, he is ready to talk about that man."

Borden didn't sleep all night, but he didn't look tired, and there was excitement in his eyes.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, wait for me for a few minutes."

Not long after, Proctor walked out of the bedroom fully dressed.

The two of them walked to the basement together. When they came to the secret room, Borden slowly pushed the wine rack away and opened the secret door.

Since what happened last time, he didn't store a large amount of ammunition at home. Except for a chair and a table in the middle, the secret room was empty.

Sitting on the chair was a middle-aged man wearing a frock coat. The man's face was bloody and bloody, one eye was swollen high, and the other eye, which was still intact, blinked crazily when he saw Proctor appearing.

"I think you're ready to talk to me, right?"

While Proctor was speaking, he signaled Borden to untie the several loops of tape wrapped around the man's mouth: "It seems that you have had a wonderful evening together."

Borden smiled, and tore off the tape on his mouth.

The man in the frock coat kept twitching his mouth, and tears filled his eyes.

Seeing such a tough guy being made like this by Borden, Proctor shook his head: "I'm sorry, Borden's behavior style has always been like this. I've told him many times."

"But don't worry, people's ability to recover is very strong, and these wounds will heal, as long as you make sure you can live until then."

Seeing the man in the frock coat nodding slowly, Proctor tapped the back of his hand in satisfaction:

"Has Jim Cage been supplying to Philadelphia all this time?"

The man in the overalls replied weakly: "That's right."

"And his price is lower than yours, and the supply is sufficient." The man in the overalls spit out a tooth from his mouth, and said vaguely:
"Not only Frazier, but also all your original channels, all of which were received by him."

Proctor gritted his teeth, a smile appeared on his face:
"Thank you."

After he winked at Borden, he turned and left the basement.

"Wait a minute, I've already told you everything." The man in the overalls felt the murderous aura behind him, and struggled frantically: "You crazy, lunatic, stay away from me."

Borden took off his glasses, picked up a wire rope with handles on both ends from the table next to him, and walked forward.

After a while, the basement was completely quiet.

On the balcony, Proctor sat on a chair, looking at the Wing Chun wooden mannequin beside him, not interested in practicing.

For him, now is the time to face the consequences.

Although he successfully escaped the accusation this time, not only did he completely cut off the hope of further encroaching on the Chino Moon casino, even the original slot machine revenue was directly reduced to zero.

This is the reason why he has been reluctant to do anything to Alex before, directly cutting off a large amount of legal income, and the original channel for money laundering is gone.

Including the bombing of the independent manufacturing factory, a series of things happened later, resulting in the delay in resuming production.

Frazier is the leader of the largest black gang in Philadelphia and his largest distributor. He has been snatched by his competitor Jim Cage.

Now even the foundation of his own foothold is threatened, he must get things back to the original track as soon as possible.

Not long after, footsteps sounded.

Proctor raised his head and said to Borden: "You contact Jim Cage and say that I want to meet him."

Borden nodded and picked up the phone.

Ethan parked the police car and walked into Myers' restaurant.

During the morning rush hour, most of the seats inside are filled with people.

Siobhan and Hood sat on the high stools in front of the dining table, and Ethan walked over and sat down between them.

On it were pancakes and a fruit platter that Siobhan had ordered for him. He was already hungry after exercising for so long, so he picked up a fork and put an apple into his mouth.

"Hey Carly, it's you, how are you, how are the kids?"

Ethan chewed the apple and turned his head to look behind him.

Carly was wearing an apron and was putting some food from the dinner plate on the table. Facing the housewife she met in the book club, she was a little embarrassed.

"Everything is fine, thank you for your concern." Carly smiled, turned and walked away in a hurry.

What followed was the whispers of the housewives on the table, and words such as cheating, imprisonment, and divorce could be vaguely heard.

Ethan turned around and continued to fork a piece of mango into his mouth.

Siobhan also noticed the movement behind her. After she took a bite of the sandwich, she whispered, "I admire her a lot. Everything she is going through now must be very difficult."

Hood was quietly eating Mexican-style tortillas. Ethan cut open the crispy pancakes and smiled at Siobhan:

"Everyone has to bear the consequences of their choices."

After they came back from New York, Gordon still couldn't stand a wife who abandoned her husband and ran to New York to kill people. He and Carly also officially separated and started the divorce procedure.

Most of Carly's money has been used to treat her son Max's illness, and now she can only continue to work as a waiter in Myers' restaurant.

Hood also completely parted ways with Carly emotionally, and did not want to get involved again.

After breakfast, the three of them walked out of the restaurant together.

A Rolls Royce stopped slowly beside, and Proctor, Rebecca and Borden got out of the car one after another.

They stopped in their tracks, and the two groups stood opposite each other.

(End of this chapter)