My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 48
After Ethan left the Davis bar, he didn't contact Proctor immediately.

He turned the steering wheel and drove towards the police station.

After listening to Hood's story just now, he felt that his preparations were not safe enough.

At this time, Alma was the only one in the police station. Ethan handed her a bag of donuts that he bought along the way, and then walked to the equipment room.

After some searching, Ethan grabbed two ceramic bulletproof plates without hesitation.

After putting both the front and back of the soft body armor into the ceramic bullet-proof inserts, Ethan finally felt full of security. Although his waist was a little uncomfortable, he couldn't control that much now.

After saying goodbye to Alma, he returned to the car to call Proctor.

A few minutes later, Ethan parked the car outside a tall factory building, not far from a freight train track.

There is a sign hanging on the high red brick wall with the words Proctor Slaughterhouse written on it. Borden is standing under the sign and waiting for Ethan. He wears black-rimmed glasses, his hair is always shiny and his suit is meticulous. .

There is also a bow tie tied at the collar, this outfit looks extremely weird standing in this place.

Seeing Ethan get out of the car, Borden twitched the corner of his mouth and forced a smile, then turned around and walked inside with Ethan.

"Sorry, I just had some conversations with my business partner and I didn't have time for lunch. I don't think you mind?"

In the operation room of the slaughterhouse, Proctor sat next to a huge stainless steel operating table.He greeted Ethan with a knife and fork.

A plate of steaks and a salt shaker were placed on the operating table. Looking above, there was a huge hook hanging from it, and the sharp tip of the hook was shining coldly.

Clearly, this place is for cutting beef.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Proctor. Of course I don't mind that."

Ethan took the chair Borden brought over, thanked him and sat down.

"It's your first time to come to my slaughterhouse. Today's beef is good. Do you want to try it?" Proctor skillfully cooperated with the knife and fork, and cut a piece of beef into his mouth.

"Then I'm welcome."

Proctor paused for a moment, then smiled again. He swallowed the food in his mouth, turned around and said to Borden who was standing behind him, "Borden, I'm in trouble."

Borden nodded, turned and left.

After Borden left, Proctor pulled off the napkin around his neck and asked with great interest:

"I don't know what you want from me? You might as well just tell me."

"I'm in a little trouble. A group of people will come to Banshee Town in the past two days. I want to ask for your help."

Ethan didn't hide anything, and went straight to the point.

"Aren't you the town policeman? You should turn to your sheriff for this kind of thing. I don't understand how you came to me. I'm a good citizen who pays taxes according to the law."

"Don't talk about these scenes, Hood is also one of the targets, and we all need your help."

Proctor didn't speak any more, and slowly cut the beef.

Not long after, Borden approached with a plate and placed it in front of Ethan.

Ethan looked at the sizzling steak in front of him, and suddenly moved his index finger. After thanking Borden, he picked up the knife and fork and began to eat.

After Proctor finished eating the steak in front of him slowly, he thought about it clearly.

Although I don't know what kind of trouble Ethan and Hood have encountered, but the situation is serious enough to ask him for help. It is not a trivial matter, and there is no need for him to get involved.

Proctor put down his knife and fork and picked up his napkin.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a businessman. I shouldn't be able to help. I'm very sorry."

Ethan finished the food in front of him in twos and twos, and took the napkin next to the plate to wipe his mouth, looked directly at Proctor and said:
"I remember you said that you owe me a favor."

"The night Cole was killed, he was at my house. I don't know if you still have any memory."

The movement of Proctor's hands stopped. After hesitating for a while, he reluctantly put down the napkin.

"You tell me the situation, I will only help you once, and then you tell Hood that he owes me a favor."

Relieved to walk out of Proctor's slaughterhouse, Ethan texted Hood and went home to rest.

When he was sleeping soundly, the phone rang suddenly.

Ethan reached out and groped for a while, and grabbed the phone. Unexpectedly, it was Proctor's call, and he quickly connected it.

"If I'm not mistaken, I think the group you mentioned has already come to town."

Proctor's short sentence made him sleepy.

"Where are you?"

After asking where Proctor was, Ethan quickly got up and put on his gear, and drove the Challenger away from home quickly.

Grabbing the steering wheel, he called Hood.

For some reason, Hood never answered, and then he called the number Jaber had left for him.

"Which one?" Two seconds later, the phone was connected, and Jia Bo's voice sounded.

"I'm Ethan, is Hood with you?" Ethan tilted his head and clamped the phone, and firmly grasped the steering wheel with both hands.

"No, I'm alone at the Valley Inn, what's the matter?"

"The rabbit man is here, let Hood know."

"Fake, why did you come so fast, are you sure?" Jaber's voice became flustered.

Ethan stepped on the brakes, Proctor was standing on the side of the road, and a black Iveco was parked behind his Rolls Royce.

"You inform first, wait for my call back." Ethan hung up the phone.

After he got out of the car, he hurried to Proctor.

"Mr. Proctor, can you tell me what's going on?"

"Half an hour ago, five cars entered Banshee Town. After they bought some living supplies in the town, they didn't know where they went."

"According to the information provided by my friend, the people who bought the supplies spoke with a Ukrainian accent."

"Five minutes ago, two of the cars appeared, heading towards the Banshee Town Police Station." Proctor looked at Ethan, "Is there anything else you need to know?"

"No, thank you for your help."

Proctor nodded, "You're welcome, I just provided you with information, and the ones in the car behind are helping you."

After speaking, Proctor left the scene in a Rolls-Royce.

After Ethan sent a message to Jaber, he walked to Iveco and opened the side door. Looking at the scene in front of him, his pupils suddenly shrank.

In the carriage, Borden was sitting at the front, and there were five burly men sitting in the back. Except for Borden, all of them were wearing black hoods, only showing a pair of indifferent eyes.

Each of them held an AK rifle in their hands, full of murderous looks.

Borden bent down and took out an AK and a headgear from under the seat, and handed them to Ethan.

If he didn't take the gun, Ethan believed that Borden would kill himself without hesitation, and then leave directly.

After taking two heavy breaths, he took AK and lifted his legs to get on the car.

Borden took off his glasses, folded them carefully, put them in his pocket, removed the cover of the glasses, his eyes were like a dead person, lifeless.

He glanced at Ethan and pulled off the black hood.

Under the cover of night, Iveco quickly drove towards the Banshee Town police station.

(End of this chapter)