My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 273 You Are Arrested
Savoy Gentlemen's Club, after last night's attack, it has ceased business.

The neon lights on the outer wall also dimmed. Many old drivers who came from afar were disappointed when they saw the renovations outside the door.

A blue pickup truck slowly stopped in the parking lot outside. Hood saw the Rolls Royce next to the entrance of the club, and checked the Glock in his hand with cold eyes.

In the back seat of the pickup, there is a travel bag.

This time, Hood intends to go straight to the goal and shoot Proctor to death, and then leave Banshee Town.

This is the gift he left here before he left.

Now that his identity has been exposed and the risk of staying has skyrocketed, he doesn't intend to take any more risks.

This time, he simply used his identity as the sheriff for the last time to do what he always wanted to do.

Inserting Glock back into the midfield, he made his way to the club.

As a sheriff, there had just been a shooting here, and it was a very reasonable thing for him to come to find out.

The security personnel temporarily transferred by Proctor also recognized who he was.

So Hood swaggered into the club without any hindrance.

Plastic sheeting was hung here and there, and scaffolding was erected.

Proctor intends to take this opportunity to renovate the interior decoration and raise the grade again.

There are clanging knocks and chainsaws everywhere inside, and the decoration workers are working overtime to catch up. They dare not make any complaints, and everyone knows who they are working for.

Both Proctor and Rebecca were working on things at the club, and every day's work lost a lot of money.

Borden has already gone to Philadelphia, and the channel there has been brought back, but the details still need to be discussed.

As Proctor's closest confidant and person who is most familiar with the work process, he can only go there. Proctor is only released on bail and cannot leave Banshee Town.

Rebecca noticed Hood's appearance, put down the blueprint in her hand and went up:

"Sheriff, how can I help you?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Hood stopped and said with a bad face:
"You stay away from me."

Proctor was talking with his lawyer Jackson, and he also saw Hood and walked over impatiently:

"Sheriff, no matter what's going on with you, this is not a good time."

Seeing Proctor approaching, Hood pushed Rebecca away and pulled Glock out with his backhand.

With the successive attacks these days, Proctor's vigilance has long been raised to the highest level, even though the opponent is the sheriff, he has not let down his vigilance.

Seeing Hood raise his pistol, his eyes burst out. Is everyone so blatantly dealing with himself now?
Proctor didn't run away, and quickly cut forward.

He tilted his head to avoid the gun, and put his hand on Hood's arm.

"boom."

The muzzle of the gun rubbed against his ears and fired, and the violent sound made his ears tingle instantly, and half of his ears were suddenly deaf, and he could only hear a piercing hum.

Rebecca didn't expect that Hood would shoot suddenly, and she froze in fright.

"asshole."

Proctor cursed angrily, and pulled Hood's hand hard, and the two wrestled.

There were a few more bang bang gunshots. Under the robbing of both sides, Hood's finger pulled the trigger uncontrollably, and the bullets flew around.

Workers under construction also jumped off the scaffolding and fled in a hurry.

Jackson looked anxiously at the security personnel beside him: "What the hell are you still doing, call the police."

The security personnel looked at the guns waving everywhere, and hurriedly ran away:

"This is the sheriff, who is calling the police?"

"Fack, Banshee Town Police Department, I'm going to sue you for all your pants."

Jackson quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed the police number.

Rebecca stepped forward to dissuade her, but was knocked aside by the two of them, knocked on the scaffolding, and stared at her immediately.

"what!."

Proctor roared, pushed Hood backwards, grabbed his arm and slammed it hard on the table.

Glock dropped.Fly into the clutter behind the desk.

Hood gritted his teeth, turned around and punched Proctor on the head.

The ear was hit hard again, and the tinnitus was even worse.

Proctor staggered back a few steps, and was kicked over by Hood again.

"Fakyu, Proctor, today is your last day." Hood turned around and rushed to the table, with a pistol close at hand.

Proctor stood up with force, and swooped down, hitting Hood hard.

"Boom."

The wooden table used for construction was directly smashed in the middle, and Hood was also heavily knocked to the ground.

Both of them felt dizzy for a while, struggling to stand up.

Proctor charged at Hood again, hugging his waist and slamming him into the middle of the dance floor.

"Bang."

Hood hit his head on the steel pipe, and his eyes went black for a while.

"Fakyu, you trash."

Proctor punched Hood in the face, and the moment the flesh was hit by the fist, there was a ripple, and a tooth flew away.

"Shet."

Hood cried out in pain, and turned around to punch Proctor, hitting his ear again.

The two jumped together again, choking each other's necks.

For a while, they pushed and bumped each other in the middle of the dance floor, pinching each other until their faces were red.

Proctor staggered, and the two turned over and fell off the dance floor. With a bang, they smashed a workbench next to them.

The tools on the wooden table were also knocked into the air, scattered all over the place, clanging.

Hood reached out and quickly groped to the side, grabbed a hammer and smashed it on Proctor's head.

"Hood."

A shout sounded.

Brock flew from the side, throwing Hood aside, and the hammer slammed into the side of Proctor's head.

Looking at the broken tiles with the hammer, Proctor broke out in a cold sweat.

But just now, the most dangerous person was actually Hood.

Rebecca had locked on to Hood with her Glock 43 and was about to pull the trigger when Brock suddenly appeared and threw him aside.

Otherwise, let alone what will happen to Proctor, Hood will definitely die.

Jackson noticed the pistol that Rebecca took out, and seeing the town policeman appear, he quickly dodged in front of her, and quickly waved her to put the gun away.

Rebecca resentfully stuffed the pistol back into her thigh holster, stood up with her head pressed, and a big bump hit her.

Brock looked at the two people lying on the ground panting heavily, only feeling a headache.

Due to the successive events of the past two days, plus the destruction of Tommy Ritterstone's body and the death of two more members of the Redbone Gang, Proctor's Savoy Gentlemen's Club became the focus of patrolling.

As soon as he arrived near Sawa in a police car, he received a call from Alma saying that there had been an attack in Sawa.

I thought it was someone from the Red Bones Gang who came to trouble Proctor again, but I didn't expect to see Hood holding a hammer as soon as he came in, trying to chisel Proctor to death.

In desperation, Brock could only throw him over.

"Come on, get up."

Brock reaches out to Proctor and pulls him up.

"Are you okay?" Brock looked at Hood again.

After seeing Hood nodding, he immediately took out the handcuffs from his duty belt:
"Kay Proctor, you are now under arrest for assaulting a police officer."

(End of this chapter)