My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Proctor stared fiercely at the several people standing in front of him, his eyes darting back and forth.

He raised his hand wrapped in a handkerchief, and the security guards trembled.

"You did a good job."

Proctor reached into his coat and took out a wad of money, about a thousand dollars, from his pocket.

He slapped the money on one of them. "This is your reward."

"Thank you, Mr. Proctor."

The man quickly took the money and mumbled his thanks. His chin was bruised and swollen.

Proctor looked around. Everyone in the club was looking at him.

"I will never treat anyone who does something wrong for me."

"The premise is that he has to do things for me."

"People like this." Proctor waved his arm and pointed at Sheamus who was unconscious on the ground and yelled:

"Anyone who takes my money and doesn't do anything for me has only one outcome."

At this time, Boden picked up the half bottle of whiskey on the table next to him, walked up to Sheamus, and swung it hard at his head.

"boom."

Bottles explode.

The smell of alcohol in the club instantly became stronger. Boden showed a smile and threw the bottle aside.

"Throw this person out and clean up everything in the club. I want this place to resume business as normal at noon tomorrow."

Proctor told Borden, then buttoned up his suit and strode toward the office.

At this time, the Banshee Town Police Station was as busy as a vegetable market.

To be precise, it should be as lively as a strip club.

The room was full of warblers and swallows, and his nose was filled with the smell of cheap perfume. There was so much noise everywhere that Ethan felt his head feel swollen.

He walked to the temporary detention room and opened the iron gate.

There were a dozen strippers standing inside, their clothes scantily clad and their faces full of impatience.

Ethan looked at one of the women. She was chewing gum in her mouth, wearing denim shorts and a sleeveless floral shirt on her upper body.

None of the buttons on the shirt were buttoned, revealing the green bra and most of the white rabbit underneath.

Ethan pointed with the pen and said simply:

"You, come out."

After she walked out, Ethan closed the door and took her back to her seat.

He pulled out a chair and sat down, picked up the notebook and said:

"I will ask you a few questions. If you cooperate, it won't take you too much time."

The green hooded woman rolled her eyes "I don't know anything, I'm just there to work."

Ethan tapped the notebook with a pen and asked:

"What's your name, please?"

"Marilyn Monroe."

Ethan stopped holding the pen and stared at her coldly.

The green-hooded woman was frightened by his eyes, and her chewing gum slowed down.

She glanced around at the people around her and said confidently:

"Did you see me doing anything illegal on the spot?"

"I wouldn't have said anything to you if I hadn't."

Ethan suddenly felt speechless, asked a few questions, and pushed her into the temporary detention room.

He looked towards the noisy office area. Since they were all sitting together, they were all being interrogated together.

Seven or eight people were talking at the same time, buzzing like a bunch of flies.

Four to five meters away from the office area is the temporary detention room, where all the strippers brought to the police station are.

The temporary detention room is two large iron cages separated by iron fences. People inside can clearly see and hear what they are talking or asking.

Ethan closed the door, returned to his desk, and knocked on the table.

Brock, Emmett, and Siobhan all stopped what they were doing and looked up.

"Go in and talk."

Ethan shook his head towards the Sheriff's Office and walked in first.

Hood was inside looking at the transcript of the inquiry just now. There was no clue. He was smoking impatiently.

Seeing several subordinates walking in with cheers, he quickly sat up straight.

"Any clues?"

Ethan waited for Siobhan to close the door, patted the notebook in his hand and said:

"If you ask like this, they will never reveal any information."

"They are afraid of Proctor's revenge. I suggest that they be tried separately."

“The gear room, the reception desk at the front door, the office here, the locker room and the mini shooting range in the back all come in handy, all for individual conversations.”

"While creating psychological pressure, we also give them a safe space to talk."

There were too many people arrested this time. The Banshee Town Police Station is a small police station, so it can only operate this way now.

Hearing Ethan's words, several other people nodded quickly.

After leaving the office, they quickly changed the location of the interrogation and sat up far apart.

At this time, Ethan came to the detention room again and looked inside.

One of them, a black woman wearing a long floral skirt and a denim jacket, caught his attention. This graceful woman was holding a blue satchel and stood quietly in the corner of the detention room.

He opened the iron gate and waved to the black woman.

She followed Ethan all the way inside and pushed open the partition door. The innermost part was the fitness area of ​​the police station and a simple shooting range.

The two sat down at the round table in the middle, and Ethan pulled out his chair and took out a cigarette.

"Would you like one?"

"Thanks."

The black woman took the cigarette and lit it in front of the flame.

Ethan lit another one for himself and closed the lighter.

It was finally a lot cleaner when she came inside. Ethan went to the water dispenser next to him and got her a glass of water, then took the ashtray and flicked the ash on it.

The black woman looked around and took a deep drag on her cigarette.

"I remember you."

Ethan raised his head and said, "Is this happening?"

The black woman nodded, "Some time ago, you came to the club with a strangely dressed man, and you gave me a lot of tips."

Ethan scratched his face with his fingers and thought back carefully.

"Twerking?"

"That's right." She smiled. "I'm very impressed by you. You are one of the few customers in our club who is generous and has clean hands and feet."

"That's such a shame."

Ethan shook his head, "I thought it was my handsome appearance that caught your attention."

She chuckled a few times and relaxed her body.

"My name is Ethan."

The black woman looked at the palm in front of her, thought for a moment, and shook hands with Ethan.

"Miranda."

"I think you should know what we are doing, right?" Ethan asked, turning his pen.

"Of course, no one is stupid. You want to cause trouble for Proctor."

Miranda took a deep breath from her cigarette, raised her eyebrows and said, "But I think your efforts are in vain."

Ethan stopped turning the pen and said, "Why do you say that?"

She leaned back on the chair, looked at the water glass in front of her and said:

"Believe me, Proctor is more terrifying to them girls than you are. They won't say anything to you."

"If I offend you, the worst I can do is pay a fine and be imprisoned for a few days."

"If you offend Proctor, you know the consequences without me telling you."