My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 170 Surprise inspection

The next day, Hood leaned against the police car.

Last night, he kept thinking about what Ethan said, how to use his identity as a policeman to send Proctor to prison.

But he has no clue. Although he has been a sheriff for a while, he still doesn't know the twists and turns inside.

In desperation, he decided to ask others for advice.

After a while, Brock pushed open the glass door and walked down the steps with a water glass in his hand.

After hesitating for a moment, Hood stood up straight and greeted Brock.

"Brock, do you have time for a chat?"

Brock opened the car door and put the water glass in the car, turned around and said:
"What's the matter? I'm going out to patrol."

Hood put his hands on his hips and kicked the stones away from his feet.

"Regarding what happened last night, I was wondering if you could give me some advice."

Brock closed the car door with a slam, touched his bright forehead and said:
"You say it."

Hood withdrew his hand, hugged it to his chest, and asked solemnly:
"Is there any hope that the case last night will be directed to Proctor?"

Brock shrugged, "There is no way. Those three people died last night. There is no evidence to prove that Proctor ordered them to do it."

"Kate Moody was just an accident, let it go, there's nothing we can do about him in this matter."

"Then if you want to bring Proctor down." Hood shook his head and asked two steps forward:
"What would you do?"

"Are you targeting Proctor?" Brock looked Hood up and down, "What charges do you want to use to bring him down?"

Thinking of the person who was still sleeping with me the day before, and was put in a body bag the next day.

Although the other party was just a friend with benefits, Hood still gritted his teeth for a while.

"Any accusation is fine, as long as it can convict him."

Actions against Proctor have failed too many times. Brock didn't know what Hood's plan was at this time, so he asked cautiously:
"I need you to go into more detail."

Where does Hood have any plans, if there is one, there is no need to run over to ask Brock, he gritted his teeth.

"Forget it, let's talk."

"Wait a moment."

Seeing that he turned around and wanted to leave, Brock said helplessly:

"Listen, Hood."

"Proctor controls all criminal activities here. Selling silver, making medicine pills, blackmailing, etc., all have his presence."

"I know these things, the District Attorney knows them, everyone knows them."

"The reason why we didn't convict him is that he was behind all the criminal activities and never found any evidence directly related to him."

"No matter what you want to do, if you don't tell me." Brock shrugged.

"Then I can only wish you luck."

After speaking, Brokla opened the door and was about to get in the car.

"Hold on."

Seeing this, Hood immediately stopped Brock.

"I didn't hide what you mean, but I really have nothing to do. You are the most senior among us."

"What would you do if you were the sheriff?
Hood's words stopped Brock's movements. He had been working hard in Banshee Town for so many years, and all he thought about was the position of sheriff.

Hood was parachuted to sit down in the position he was thinking about, and he was still very dissatisfied with Hood for a while.

As for Proctor, bringing him down is also Brock's long-cherished wish.

Seeing Hood earnestly asking for advice, Brock felt secretly refreshed. He raised his belt, walked up to Hood and said word by word:

"If I were sheriff, I'd harass Proctor's property."

"Continuously probing until he reveals a flaw, or finds information that we can use."

Hood nodded. "So where do we start?"

"Please."

Brock turned away. "Use your brains, or it's no fun."

Hood watched the police car drive away, tapping his fingers on the body.

At night, 62 Raven Street.

Ethan stopped the police car at the street corner, and Siobhan sat in the co-pilot, checking his equipment.

He lowered the window, lit a cigarette and looked at the building ahead.

The blue fluorescent tubes reflect the exterior wall with a special accent, the huge Savoy signboard hangs on the exterior wall, and the parking lot is full of vehicles. Now is the busiest time.

It was the first time Ethan came to Savoy Gentlemen's Club in this way, and he couldn't help chuckling.

The radio rang and Brock's voice came out.

"How are you preparing?"

Emmett's voice also came over the radio "I'm ready."

Seeing that Ethan was smoking, Siobhan had no intention of picking up the radio at all. She picked up the radio reluctantly and said:

"I'm here for another minute."

"Okay, listen to what I'm saying."

There was a bang on the radio, and Brock's voice continued.

"I've been squatting here tonight. Proctor's Rolls-Royce left the club half an hour ago. Now is a good time."

"After we go in, first control the scene."

"It's a hall inside. Enter the backstage dressing room in the east corridor of the hall."

"All the illegal activities take place in the backstage of the changing room, where there are several private boxes, understand?"

"After we go in, we will act separately."

"There are a lot of people in the hall. Siobhan, Emmett, I control the scene in the hall, and Ethan and Hood go to the back."

"Please reply."

Ethan flicked the cigarette ash, looked at the walkie-talkie, unable to complain, went in and it was over, and he said so clearly what he was doing.

Emmett's deep voice sounded
"receive."

There was a smile on the corner of Siobhan's mouth, she picked up the walkie-talkie and said:

"Got it, I just have one question."

"Go ahead."

Siobhan raised his eyebrows, "Why are you so familiar with the layout inside?"

The intercom fell silent, and after a while, Brock's dry voice sounded.

"Provided by the informant."

Siobhan burst out laughing, and Ethan quickly threw away the cigarette butt and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"I'm ready here, let's go."

Putting the walkie-talkie back, Ethan turned on the lights and stepped on the accelerator.

Several police cars rushed out from every corner next to Savoy Gentleman's Club with flashing lights, and quickly stopped in front of the club.

The two security personnel standing at the door were stunned on the spot. It was the first time the police came to the door after working here for so long.

After Hood got out of the car, he pushed the security personnel away and walked straight inside.

Ethan and the others followed, and when they arrived at the ticket office, the blonde stood up and stood against the wall.

When she saw Ethan and Brock, she looked away tactfully.

Push open the soundproof door, and the inside is full of feasting and feasting, a lively scene.

On the dance floor in the middle, a stripper wearing only bikini pants wraps her long legs around the pole, and twists her spectacular upper body to the music.

The guests sitting next to them held up their glasses of wine, excitedly waved the small bills in their hands, and cheered loudly.

(End of this chapter)