My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 256 Dispel the thoughts
Ethan hung up the phone, took out a bottle of mineral water from the car and rinsed his mouth.

Then poured water to wash his face, hung the police badge on his chest, and drove to Proctor's villa.

When he came to the door, the lights flashed, and the ambulance arrived before him.

He and Hood came to the scene almost at the same time, and he also had a strong smell of alcohol.

But at this time, no one else can say anything.

After all, in the middle of the night, it would be nice to be here. Hood forced a smile at him, turned and walked inside.

Ethan stepped aside from the medical staff carrying the body bag and walked down the steps to the backyard.

Brock was taking notes for Proctor. In addition to the smell of wine, he could smell a scent of perfume. This old boy seemed to be having a hot fight with his ex-wife.

Ethan looked around, there were bullet casings and blood stains all over the ground.

Here, it appears that a fierce shootout has just come through.

Borden was sitting in a nearby flower bed, with a wound on his arm being bandaged by paramedics.

On the other side of the swimming pool, there were a few guards with guns.

"I don't know what happened. I was resting at home when the gunshots rang out suddenly."

Proctor looked impatient, responding to Brock's inquiry.

Siobhan came over and handed the notebook to Ethan: "It was a member of the Red Bones Gang. Two people were killed and one was seriously injured. It was all done by that everyone."

She reached out and nodded Borden, and then pouted at the people by the pool:

"The firearms in their hands are all registered, there is no problem."

Ethan flipped through it, and it was nothing more than how things happened. He didn't expect the Red Bones Gang to be so brave, and the three of them wanted to kill Proctor.

Hood patted Brock on the shoulder, told him to go away, and said to Proctor:

"This result should be within your expectations, right?"

"I don't understand what you mean, Sheriff."

Hood sneered: "There are no outsiders here, don't pretend, the moment you kill Alex, this war has already begun."

Proctor gritted his teeth and said, "Really?"

"If there is a war, you will know."

Ethan stepped forward, picked up a bloody bullet casing, and threw it to Proctor: "They have killed two more people this time, and they won't let it go. You will continue to receive attacks."

"I don't care." Proctor took the shell case casually and threw it aside forcefully:
"If Chetton dares to come, I will kill him as well, and the same goes for others. Anyone who wants to deal with me can come. I welcome it very much."

While speaking, he stared fiercely at Hood.

If it weren't for this bastard sheriff, I wouldn't be in this predicament now.

After killing Alex, the entire Chino tribe was full of hatred for him.

The independent factory was bombed, the source of income was cut off, and Cage was killed today. I am very happy, and I have to spend a lot of money to settle it.

He counted all of this on Hood's head.

If it weren't for the sheriff's badge he was wearing, Proctor would have ground Hood to a pulp this evening.

"Let me make myself clear."

Hood took a step closer and said bluntly, "It has nothing to do with me what the fight between you and the Red Bones Gang is like."

"Clean it up for me, don't call the police, it will affect my sleep."

The big business was gone, he was full of anger, and he couldn't vent it to Carly, so he just vented at this time.

"Fakyu, stay away from me."

Proctor said angrily: "You are the sheriff, I am the taxpayer, I pay your wages, do your job for me, don't let these low-class people invade my house again."

Seeing that the two were about to clash, Ethan stepped forward quickly and pushed Hood away.

There were so many people there, anyway, Proctor was the victim now, he was attacked.

What Hood said to him at this time hit Proctor in his arms.

It would be hard for Hood if he got into trouble.

Emil and Brock hurried over to take Hudla away. Ethan shook his head and opened the notebook:
"Mr. Proctor, you mentioned Cheton just now, how did you know that he sent someone to attack you?"

"I thought we could be friends, but I was disappointed."

Proctor stared at him for a while, but didn't answer his question at all. He shook his arms and walked into the house.

"Cheton has returned to the Chino Tribe?"

There was a voice behind him, with a hint of anger.

He watched the back of Proctor leaving, put away the notebook, and handed it to Siobhan with the pen:

"It looks like it should be right."

Ethan reached out to touch Siobhan's forehead, she dodged for a while, but she still pouted and stopped.

There was a small scar on it, which was left by her from the broken window glass when the police car rolled into the ditch last time.

Ethan touched the scar, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes:
"Don't worry, I will definitely kill Cheton."

"When you say kill him, you mean sending him to prison, right?" Siobhan looked at his murderous eyes, looked around quickly, and helped him add.

"of course."

Ethan realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and grinned: "That's what you understand."

No wonder the Red Bones gang was so noisy during this time, they were looting arms and cooperating with George Hunter.

Now even the assassination of Proctor has been done. It turned out that it was Chetton who did it.

He came back just in time, and settled the old and new accounts together.

After the scene was dealt with, it was already past two o'clock in the morning, and everyone yawned and went back to their respective homes.

After Ethan got home, he wanted to ask Nora about Cheton.

Unexpectedly, Nora had also fallen asleep.

In the past few days, she has been busy dealing with matters in the tribe, even with Thompson's help, it would still take a lot of energy.

Ethan didn't bother her any more, took a hasty shower and went to bed.

The next morning, he was awakened by movement on his body.

The breeze raised the curtains, and the sun was blinding.

Nora is full of energy now, and she has given full play to the talent hidden deep in the blood of the Indians, and she is galloping on the horse.

Ethan soon fully woke up, turned over to be the master, and started his morning exercise.

After the exercise came to an end, Ethan fondled her firm belly:

"Seeing that you are in a good mood, are things going well?
Nora was out of breath: "Yes, it depends on today. The tribal council will be held in the evening. If there is no accident, I will be the female chief tomorrow."

Ethan patted her lower abdomen: "Don't say such things, I don't like accidents, do you want to bring a gun at night?"

"Haha."

Nora laughed. "That's a sacred occasion."

"So?" Ethan hugged her and walked towards the shower: "Say it as if you care."

After taking a shower, the two changed their clothes in the cloakroom.

Ethan recalled what happened last night, and quickly asked, "How did you find out about the whereabouts of the Redbone Gang camp last time?"

"What's wrong? Didn't you get rid of George?"

Nora put on the holster under her ribs: "The Red Bones Gang is no longer a problem for us."

"Cheton is back." Ethan put on his duty belt:
"He also sent people to attack Proctor last night. Although that has nothing to do with me, you know that Cheton and I have a score to settle."

"Where was the camp from last time?" Nora frowned when she heard Cheton came back:

"Do you want to go to that place and look for it again?"

"Please, they won't be that stupid."

Ethan shook his head: "The camp has been exposed last time. Normal people would move places. It's just a tent, not a house."

"Okay, I'll inquire about it today."

Nora habitually unloaded the magazine and checked: "But don't get your hopes up too much. The people I'm in contact with now have almost nothing to do with the Redbone Gang."

Ethan helped her put on the leather jacket: "Just do your best."

The two dressed neatly and walked out of the house.

During this period of time, for safety reasons, Nora didn't drive motorcycles much, and Ethan's Challenger has almost become her special car.

She also couldn't put it down for this kind of wild muscle car, as soon as she got on the car, she kicked the accelerator a few times.

The two cars drove out one after the other, and started a day's work.

Banshee Town Police Station, because of what happened last night, they all sat together and had a morning meeting.

"Guys, I don't want to, but Proctor is a taxpayer after all."

Brock took a sip of coffee: "Even after he is convicted, we have to protect his legal rights, not to mention that he is not charged with any crime now."

"So what are you thinking?" Siobhan's fingers fluttered, and the ballpoint pen was twirling rapidly in her hand.

Brock took a sip of coffee slowly and said very experienced.

"My idea? Proctor, I'll let him die. Anyway, just pretend for two days and let others see that we are busy."

The ballpoint pen in Siobhan's hand flew up and was caught by Ethan.

She rolled her eyes at Brock, she thought he had something to do with what he said just now.

For his suggestion, Siobhan agreed, it was nothing more than a show and a collective fishing.

"I think we still have to find a way to find Cheton."

Ethan threw the ballpoint pen to Siobhan and raised a disagreement:

"Don't forget, the Red Bones Gang now has a large number of guns, and these guns are very likely to be pointed at us at some point in the future."

Brock blinked his eyes a few times, and suddenly remembered the scene when he was counted and AK was swept away last time.

He immediately sat up straight and said firmly:
"I agree, we can't let those people go."

Siobhan also nodded quickly when he remembered how he was beaten so helplessly that day.

Everyone looked to the side, and it was rare for Hood to sit by the side without saying a word like Emmett.

"Sheriff?"

Knowing that he was still thinking about the money in the military base, Ethan picked up an eraser and threw it over.

"Walter?"

Hood froze, realizing that everyone was looking at him.

Siobhan had no choice but to repeat what happened just now, waiting for Hood to make a decision.

Hood collected his thoughts, and after thinking for a while, he gave the order directly:
"Yes, we can ignore Proctor's affairs, but those guns may pose a threat to us."

"Siobhan, Emmett, and Brock are patrolling as usual. Ethan and I will go to the residence to take a look."

Brock stood up: "Forget it, I'll go with you too."

"Both of you are hands-on, sometimes communication is also very important."

Ethan nodded to Hood. Brock's bulging belly and bright forehead made him look like an old policeman, and he was very convincing in appearance.

After Hood made a decision, everyone moved, what to do.

Ethan buckled his duty belt on his body, and seeing the few people walking out, he slowed down.

When Hood came out of the office, the two walked out of the police station together.

"Let go and stop thinking about it."

"I understand." Hood shook his head: "I just need to adjust."

Ethan knew that his traitorous nature was hard to change, but he couldn't eat it when he could see it, so it must be difficult to slow down.

Looking at the two police cars leaving, Ethan made a wait gesture to Brock who was sitting in the car, and then raised his chin towards the Myers restaurant:
"Look over there."

In the restaurant, Carly is distributing food to guests who come for breakfast.

Hood and Carly just looked at each other through the glass window, and Carly nodded to him with a smile, continuing to be busy with the work at hand.

Hood turned his head: "What's your focus?"

"That's a lot of money, yes, but she has to gamble with her life or the rest of her life."

"Honestly, I don't care."

Ethan raised his eyebrows and said: "At worst, after stealing the money, I will shoot Carly to death. There will be no future problems, and I can get a little more."

"What about you? Can you do this kind of thing?"

"So, don't think about it, it's not like you can't live without that money."

Hood was taken aback by the scene Ethan described. He had no doubts about whether Ethan could do such a thing for his own safety.

He quickly dismissed the idea of ​​the military base, and instead persuaded:
"You're right, there are still plenty of opportunities in the future, forget it this time, don't think about it anymore."

This is the normal operation. If you really want to do this business, Carly has no way to survive. Hood should try his best to persuade others to give up their thoughts.

Ethan spread his hands: "Are you sure you don't think about it anymore?"

Hood nodded quickly: "Yes, very sure."

"Okay, get in the car."

Ethan quickly ran to the co-pilot, opened the door and got into the car.

"asshole."

Hood could only sit in the back row with a bitter face, curling his legs up.

The two smashed police cars hadn't been repaired yet, so they could only squeeze one car past.

Brock shifted into gear and sped out of the parking lot.

All the way into the residence, I came to the small bar where I was looking for Tommy Ritterstone. Brock didn't care about law enforcement at this time.

He was used to Hood's behavior style, and the sheriff would stand up to it anyway when the sky fell.

The vehicle stopped far away, and they didn't get out of the car in a hurry.

In front of the dilapidated bar, there were a few wooden tables, and a dozen people were sitting there drinking. Someone noticed the police car and cast a vigilant look.

"It's still the same sentence, don't shoot."

Brock said solemnly: "Even if they have guns in their hands, they dare not use them unless it is absolutely necessary."

"Okay, let's see what clues we can find."

(End of this chapter)