My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The next day, Hood leaned against a police car.

Last night he had been thinking about what Ethan said, how to use his identity as a police officer to send Proctor to jail.

But he never had a clue. Although he had been a police sergeant for a while, he still didn'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.

Hood hesitated for a moment before standing up straight and greeting Brock.

"Brock, do you have time to chat?"

Brock opened the car door and put the water glass in the car, turned around and said:

"What's the matter? I have to go out on patrol."

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

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

Brock closed the car door with a bang, touched Zheng Liang's forehead and said:

"You tell me."

Hood took his hands back, hugged them to his chest, and asked solemnly:

"Is there any hope that last night's case will turn the blame on Proctor?"

Brock shrugged, "There is no way. Those three people died last night. There is no evidence 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 down Proctor." Hood shook his head, took two steps forward and asked:

"what will you do?"

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

I remembered that the person who was sleeping with me one day was put in a body bag the next day.

Although the other party was just a friend, Hood still gritted his teeth.

"Any crime will do, as long as it can convict him."

The actions against Proctor had failed too many times. Brock didn't know what Hood had planned at this time, so he asked cautiously:

"I need you to be more specific."

If Hood had any plans, there was no need to come over and ask Brock. He gritted his teeth.

"Forget it, let's talk about it later."

"Wait a moment."

Seeing him turning around and wanting to leave, Brock said helplessly:

"Listen, Hood."

"Proctor controls all criminal activities here, including silver selling, pharmaceutical pills, extortion, etc. He is all there."

"I know these things, the district attorney knows them, and everyone knows them."

"The reason why we haven't convicted him is because he operates all criminal activities behind the scenes, and we have never found any evidence directly related to him."

"It doesn't matter what you're going to do, if you don't tell me." Brock shrugged.

"Then I can only wish you good luck."

After saying that, Brock opened the door and was about to get in the car.

"Hold on."

Upon seeing this, Hood immediately called out to Brock to stop.

"I'm not hiding your intention, but I really have no choice. You are the most senior among us."

“What would you do if you were the Sheriff?

Hood's words stopped the movements of Brock's hands. After working diligently in Banshee Town for so many years, all he thought about was the position of Sheriff.

Hood was parachuted into the position he had longed for, and he was very dissatisfied with Hood for a time.

As for Proctor, it has always been Brock's wish to bring him down.

Seeing Hood asking for advice seriously, Brock felt secretly happy. He lifted his belt, walked up to Hood and said word by word:

"If I were the Sheriff, I would harass Proctor's property."

"Continue to test 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 brain or it won't be any fun."

Hood watched the police car leave, tapping his fingers on the car's body.

Night, 62 Raven Street.

Ethan stopped the police car at the corner of the street. Siobhan sat in the passenger seat and checked his equipment.

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

The blue fluorescent tubes illuminate the exterior wall with a special accent. A huge Sava sign is hung on the exterior wall. The parking lot is full of vehicles. Now is the busiest time.

It was the first time for Ethan to come to the Savoy Gentlemen's Club in this way, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

The radio buzzed and Brock's voice came out.

"How are you preparing?"

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

Siobhan saw Ethan smoking and had no intention of picking up the radio. She reluctantly picked up the radio and said:

"I still have a minute here."

"Okay, listen to what I say."

The radio buzzed, then 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 enter, we must first control the scene."

"There is a hall inside. Entering the east corridor of the hall is the backstage dressing room."

"All illegal activities take place behind the backstage dressing room, where there are several private boxes, understand?"

"After we enter, we will act separately."

"There are many people in the hall. Siobhan, Emmett and I control the hall. Ethan and Hood go to the back."

"Please reply."

Ethan flicked the ash from his cigarette and looked at the intercom, unable to complain. He just went in and it was over, and he made it clear what he was doing.

Emmett's deep voice sounded.

"receive."

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

"Copy that, I just have a question."

"Say it."

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

There was silence on the intercom, and after a while, Brock's dry voice sounded.

"Informant provided."

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

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

Putting the radio back, Ethan turned on the police lights and stepped on the accelerator.

Several police cars with flashing lights sprang out from various corners next to the Sava Gentlemen's Club and quickly stopped in front of the club.

The two security guards standing at the door were stunned on the spot. It was the first time in so long that the police came to the door.

After Hood got out of the car, he pushed the security guard 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.

She saw Ethan and Brock and looked away knowingly.

Pushing open the soundproof door, there was a bustling scene inside with feasting and feasting.

On the middle dance floor, a stripper wearing only bikini bottoms wrapped a pair of long legs around the pole and twisted her spectacular upper body to the music.

The guests sitting nearby picked up their wine glasses, excitedly waved the small bills in their hands, and cheered loudly.