My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 215
When Proctor went to look for Hood, Carly woke up early in the valley motel.

She and Gordon have been living apart since getting out of prison.

Knowing that she was wronged, she took the initiative to move out and came to the motel alone.

After a simple wash, she took advantage of the time before going to work to drive back to this once very familiar place, but now it has become strange.

Carly cleared up her mood, opened the car door and walked quickly to the house.

At this time, the two children must be eating breakfast in the kitchen, and she just wants to put things in as soon as possible and leave.

Hearing the voice of Tifa and Max talking from inside the house, Carly's fingers couldn't help trembling when she inserted the key into the door lock.

I don't know what's going on, I'm more nervous than opening that damn safe last night.

She quietly opened the door and came to the living room.

Without the hostess, the house was in a mess, and clothes were thrown everywhere.

She sighed, took out a large paper bag from her satchel, put it on Gordon's usual chair,
When walking out, she couldn't control herself again, and stopped at the corner.

Seeing the young Max eating breakfast quietly by himself, and her sister Tifa standing on the side of the cupboard, tiptoeing to reach for the milk carton on top, Carly's eyes turned red.

She wiped away her tears and walked outside quickly.

Just as he touched the doorknob, a low voice sounded behind him.

"What is this?"

Carly turned around slowly, and Gordon was holding the paper bag she put down just now, and shaking a few stacks of banknotes in his hands.

Facing this wife who suddenly appeared and dropped a large bag of money, Gordon looked solemn.

Carly whispered, "That's Max's medical bill."

"Where did you get so much money?" Gordon took a few steps forward with a heavy bag in his arms.

"You don't want to know." Carly shook her head and said, "Take it to Max for treatment."

She unlocked the door and wanted to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Gordon's face was complicated, and his hands holding the paper bag were tightened. After a while, he still asked:
"Have you had your breakfast?"

Carly couldn't believe what she heard, and covered her mouth in surprise:

"Are you sure?"

Gordon sighed and nodded.

No matter what, this is always the mother of two children, what else can I do, I can only give her another chance for the sake of the children.

Proctor's Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the Davis bar. With Proctor's ability, it was not difficult to find out where the sheriff's car was parked.

After he got out of the car, he straightened his suit and strode towards the door of the bar.

Hood was eating copied eggs in front of the bar, chatting with Candy without saying a word.

Because of what happened last night, neither of them was in a good mood. At this moment, the wooden door of the bar was pushed open, and they looked outside at the same time.

Candy saw Proctor appearing at the door, and stood up nervously:

"Good morning, Kay."

Proctor ignored the candy and walked to the middle of the bar.

Borden followed closely behind him, staring at the two men inside, especially Hood.

"I can understand the club. If my employees have engaged in illegal activities, it is normal for you, as the sheriff, to take any action."

Proctor approached the bar and looked at Hood: "Now even my slaughterhouse is not spared, what do you want to do?"

Candy immediately breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Proctor discovered that it was the independent factory they blew up.

He quickly took out a glass, poured whiskey, and put it in front of Proctor.

"I don't know what you're talking about, if you're here to call the police." Hood looked up at the clock hanging on the wall: "Sorry, it's not time for work yet."

After speaking, he fiddled with the dinner plate a few times with a fork, picked up an egg and put it in his mouth.

Proctor didn't intend to touch the glass of whiskey at all. He put his hands on his chest, looked down at Hood and said:

"Now my slaughterhouse is full of rotten beef."

"What good will it do you to spoil my flesh, because of that woman named Kate?"

Hood ate the egg with big mouthfuls, glanced at Proctor nonchalantly, and said vaguely:
"Mr. Proctor, if you don't have any evidence, be careful that I slander you."

"Don't be stupid. If you want to avenge that woman named Kate, I understand. The loss of the slaughterhouse, if it can appease the sheriff's anger, I think it is worth it."

Proctor curled his fingers, slammed the table and continued: "The relationship between us is too complicated. I like to keep it simple. I hope you can accept my kindness."

Hood grabbed his fork and stood up.

He looked at Borden, who was standing in the distance, and Borden kept his hands behind his back.

He looked at Proctor again, looking up and down.

Hood said with a fake smile: "You are wrong, the relationship between us has always been simple."

"I'm a cop, you're a criminal, it's as simple as that."

After the words fell, Candy held her breath and looked at Proctor nervously.

After a while, Proctor couldn't help laughing out loud.

When Proctor laughed out loud, Candy glanced down uncontrollably. There was a double-barreled shotgun under the bar.

That weak impulse was quickly suppressed by him, and he murmured:
"Kay, please, don't do this."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Proctor suddenly changed from smiling to expressionless.

The hand that hit the countertop was vigorously flicked, and the cup placed in front of him suddenly flew up.

"boom"

The cup hit the wall and broke into several pieces.

Whiskey was spilled on the ground, and the unique aroma permeated.

Candy's heart beat violently, and he swallowed hard.

Proctor didn't look at Hood at all, the corners of his mouth raised, and he reached out to point at the candy:
"I'm so disappointed in you, Candy."

After speaking, he took Borden out of the bar.

Back in the car, Proctor was silent for a while. He came here this time to try Hood's attitude, but he was determined to fight against him.

Looking at the flashing scenery outside the window, he flicked the liquor on his sleeve:

"Borden, the slaughterhouse is closed today, and all the drivers who delivered our goods during this time will be brought back to the slaughterhouse."

Now he suspects that Hood is also responsible for his independent factory.

Borden adjusted his glasses and nodded.

Candy silently picked up the broom, swept the broken glass together, and dumped it into the trash can: "Being friends with you is a very high risk."

Hood threw the fork onto the dinner plate, and was in no mood to eat the remaining eggs.

"With his methods, Matt Sharp could not resist his torture."

Candy beat the broom and said, "That means Proctor will soon know that you did it. Are you ready?"

"No."

Hood grabbed his belt and walked out of the bar: "So I still have to do it first."

Candy poked the broom, looked at the empty bar, and shook his head helplessly.

(End of this chapter)