My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 274
"You can't do that, I'm the one being attacked."

Proctor was furious immediately. He was almost beaten to death and arrested. Are these bastards doing something human?
Brock ignored him and used his hands hard.

"Click."

The handcuffs were firmly locked on Proctor's wrists, restraining him.

"Oh oh oh."

Jackson stepped forward quickly and looked at Brock in disbelief: "Lost, Walter?"

"Hood started it, my client was just defending himself."

Seeing Hood's bruised nose and swollen face, Brock replied fiercely:

"Speak these words in court, stay away from me now, or I will handcuff you too."

Jackson knew that those in uniform had their own blue wall rules, and they would almost unconditionally support their colleagues when they were on the scene.

He took a few steps back tactfully, took out his cell phone and called the District Attorney, which is what he should do now.

"Do not be afraid."

Proctor stared at Hood viciously, then looked at Rebecca in a white dress: "You stay here, keep an eye on the progress of the renovation, and take care of the business."

"Call Borden to come back as soon as possible, I'll be fine soon."

Rebecca nodded silently, keeping Proctor's words in mind, and cast a hateful look at Hood.

She couldn't figure out why her uncle was arrested even though he was the one who was attacked.

Proctor was quickly escorted away, and the club, which was still full of gunshots just now, became quieter than last night.

Rebecca looked around at the club full of debris, like a construction site, and her figure shook.

Soon she stood firmly again, and her eyes became firm.

Banshee Town Police Station, Ethan came out of the toilet, washed his hands and returned to his seat.

Emmett and Siobhan also returned to the police station after a day of patrolling.

"Ethan, I thought you passed too?" Siobhan loosened his belt.

"where to?"

Confused, Ethan took out two tissues to wipe his hands.

"Sawa had an accident again. Brock passed by. We thought you were with him."

Emmett replied, grabbing the radio:
"Brock, what's the situation now, do you need support?"

"nailed it."

Brock said in a strange tone: "We are on our way back to the police station."

"us?"

Siobhan raised his finger and nodded to the few people present, who else could be with him.

"Okay, drive carefully." Emmett shrugged and put down the radio.

Ethan picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee.

On the bench outside the sheriff's office, there were several people sitting. These people came to the police station to deal with related matters, and he didn't care at first.

But after seeing one of them, he got up and walked over.

"I remember you, the last time you came here to interview for the position of police officer, right?"

The man in front of him was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, sitting upright, with a Mohawk back. Ethan still had a little impression of him.

He sat in the corner of the bench by himself, for the simple reason that the swastika tattooed on this person's face made people afraid to approach him.

"Yes, Officer Morgan."

The man with a firm face stood up and said unhurriedly, "My name is Curt Bunker."

"Sit down."

Ethan waved his hand: "How do you know my name?"

"It's a small town."

Bunker nodded and sat down; "And many people in the town know about Officer Morgan."

"Are you here for something?"

Ethan took another sip of coffee: "It's still a matter of job hunting."

"Yes, officer."

Bunker's eyes were firm: "I will prove myself, although it will take some time, but I am prepared."

"Okay, then you wait."

Ethan shook his head, and was about to turn around and leave. He didn't know if Hood would come to the police station.

"Boom."

The glass door of the police station was pushed open, and Brock grabbed Proctor's arm and brought him in.

Proctor's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and the white shirt under his clothes was stained with blood.

Hood, who was still talking about it just now, followed closely behind.

He looked even worse than Proctor, with the corners of his mouth swollen and high, and he was holding an ice pack on his cheeks.

Ethan and the others looked at each other, all looking at Brock with questioning eyes.

Brock shook his head, opened the temporary detention room and pushed Proctor in, then closed the iron door with a bang.

Wait, didn't Savoy get attacked?How to lock up Proctor.

Siobhan couldn't turn his head around, and Proctor kicked the bed inside angrily.

"It is clear."

Emmett rubbed his nose: "It was the sheriff who had a conflict with Proctor in Savoy."

Since he didn't know what happened, Emmet cleverly used the word conflict to describe it.

Soon, the glass door was pushed open again.

"This is much more serious than harassment. I have many witnesses who can prove that you shot my client."

Jackson walked in waving his hands, and his roar resounded through the police station:

"You're murder."

"Shut up, or I'll throw you out." Hood didn't want to do it anyway, and greeted him unceremoniously.

"Is there something wrong with your brain?"

This time the roar belonged to District Attorney Alison Medine, and it was hard to imagine such a huge sound coming out of such a small body.

Alison walked straight up to Hood with anger visible to the naked eye:
"What the hell are you thinking, do you know how bad that is for our prosecution?"

Although in the previous case, Proctor was released on bail after paying a huge bail, but other charges can continue to be charged against him in the future.

Now that Hood did such a thing, Jackson could easily nullify all the evidence that the Banshee Town police station had searched before.

Hood naturally understood her thoughts, but he also didn't care.

He was going to shoot Proctor in the cell tonight, as long as everyone else was gone.

So he shrugged and said to Alison, "Whatever you say, I don't care."

He left Alison who was stunned on the spot, threw away the ice pack, and strode to the front of the detention room, supporting the iron cage with both hands, with no concealment of murderous intent in his eyes.

With a few simple conversations, everyone now understands what happened.

Brock spread his hands to Ethan and shrugged.

At this moment, there was a roar of a car engine, and it quickly approached the police station.

The dark street outside was illuminated brightly.

Ethan looked out through the window glass, his pupils constricted sharply.

The sound of brakes sounded one after another, and more than a dozen vehicles of various types surrounded the police station.

The people in the car jumped out one after another, all holding guns in their hands.

Ethan's eyes quickly glanced at the red button on the glass door. With great force, he swung the cup in his hand against the red button.

While throwing out the cup, he roared loudly:
"Everyone get down."

(End of this chapter)