My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan looked at the way they were staring at each other with eagerness, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He leaned back in his chair, yawned and asked:

"Is there a problem?"

Seeing his sullen look, Siobhan quickly walked up to him, strangled his neck with his hands and gritted his teeth:

"Do you have any clues?"

Ethan quickly slapped her arm and begged for mercy:

"Let go."

Brock picked up the coffee cup and heckled Emmett.

"Don't let go, strangle him for a while."

When Siobhan saw the two of them making noise, his face turned red and he quickly let go of his hand.

Ethan shook his neck helplessly and stood up.

"Go in and talk."

He took the lead towards the Sheriff's Office with a cigarette between his teeth. Hood was putting his legs on the table and drinking coffee comfortably.

Seeing them coming in, Hood folded his legs and turned the computer screen in front of him.

Ethan stepped forward and saw that Hood had searched for that person's information. Sure enough, there was information about this person in the police system.

"Matt Sharp."

Ethan tapped the computer screen, which showed a prison photo of a white man with a bald head and two lightning bolt tattoos on his throat.

Those are the symbols of the SS. If a white man has these symbols tattooed on his body, it is self-evident what kind of person he is.

Emmett grabbed his dark face with his hands and straightened his back a little.

Brock patted Emmett on the shoulder and sat on the sofa. "I have arrested this person. He is a white supremacist. He has been to prison several times."

"What does he have to do with Proctor?"

Ethan sat back on the Sheriff's desk and took a drag on his cigarette.

"These are the clues we just collected, but in order to continue the interrogation drama, the police chief and I decided not to tell you yet."

"According to information provided by the informant, this Matt Sharp was responsible for driving Proctor's pills."

"From Matt Sharp's words, we can get clues about Proctor's custom workshop."

Hearing Ethan's words, Brock and the others looked happy and their bodies relaxed.

As long as there are clues, the whole night's work is not in vain.

Hood asked Brock: "You caught this Matt Sharp, do you know where to find him?"

"certainly."

Brock nodded and said, "He and a few friends work at an abandoned car disposal plant."

"That's good." Hood stood up and knocked on the table hard. "We will go find him tomorrow."

"no."

Siobhan quickly objected, “We have to wait a few days.”

"Why?"

Hood was puzzled. He wished he could go there and arrest him right now.

"Please."

Siobhan shook his head, "I won't ask who you got the clue from just now."

"We just finished the interrogation tonight and went to find Matt Sharp the next day. Are you worried that the person who is willing to provide us with clues will die quickly enough?"

Hood awkwardly took his hand back and sat back down.

Ethan shook his head, "Siobhan is right, we can't be in such a hurry."

Miranda had just given them the information and sold her without being able to resell it.

Brock scratched his head and said maturely:

"Dealing with Proctor is not something that happens in a day or two. We are lucky enough to be able to gain something today. We can't be in a hurry."

"Next, let's muddy the water first, continue to harass Proctor's other industries, and make him miserable."

"After disrupting his vision, it's time to go find Matt Sharp."

"Don't worry, he can't escape."

Several other people agreed with Brock's idea, and Hood could only postpone the matter of finding Sharp for a few days.

After returning home, Ethan shook the keys in his hand with a relaxed expression.

Jabber sat on the hood of the yellow convertible with a dark face, "Everything you spend next time in New York is mine."

"make a deal."

Ethan happily threw the phone to him, opened the door and walked in.

Over the next few days, Proctor's slaughterhouse, shop, and club were raided in turn.

After what happened on the first day, Proctor had dealt with all the violations in his industry, and he couldn't catch any of his sore feet.

Proctor knew that this was Hood's reaction to the murder of Kate Moody. If there was a loss in business, he could only grit his teeth and accept it.

A few days later, the Banshee Town Police Department's actions against him gradually subsided.

When Ethan drove through Oak Street, he looked at the sign on the roadside and stopped the car.

Walking straight into Old Sam's Fishing and Hunting Shop, the brass bell at the door rang.

"welcome."

Ethan walked to the counter and said to the old man with a white beard wearing a cowboy hat:

"Can you get me some bullets?"

"No problem at all."

Looking at Ethan's dark blue uniform, the owner of the fishing and hunting shop replied relaxedly.

Ethan then reported the bullets and quantities required for several types of firearms in his space. Because he wanted a larger quantity, the owner of the fishing and hunting shop asked him to wait for a while while he sorted them at the counter.

"You look for it slowly, and I'll take a look around."

It was just fishing anyway, so he patted the counter and strolled inside.

When he came to a corner, he stopped.

Here, there are all fishing equipment. All kinds of fishing rods are densely erected on the shelves. The booth next to it is filled with wheels and various parts, a dazzling array.

Ethan thought of the lake next to his house and suddenly became interested.

It's just that the things I play here are different from what I used to play. Most of them are lure rods and throwing rods.

After rummaging around, he found two packaging boxes that had accumulated a thin layer of dust in the lowest corner.

I wiped away the dust and took a look. There were black-painted Taiwanese fishing rods inside. I looked at the packaging box and saw that the brand was Shimano. Then I looked at the length markings. One rod was 6.3 meters and the other was 7.2 meters.

There was no other choice here, so Ethan picked up the two poles and walked back to the counter.

"Sam, do you have the accessories for these two sets?"

Old Sam stood up holding down his cowboy hat. He saw the fishing rod in Ethan's hand and asked curiously:

"I've been purchasing these things for a few months, but I haven't been able to sell them. People in our town don't use this, will you use it?"

"Ethan nodded and put the fishing rod box on the counter.

Old Sam said cheerfully: "Okay, just know how to use it. I have all the accessories and bait. Since you want it, how about I give it all to you, making it cheaper for you."

"no problem."

The most important thing is that it is complete, otherwise you will have to look around again when the time comes.

When it came time to check out, Ethan was stunned for a moment. Two fishing rods and accessories were much more expensive than a lot of bullets.

But now that I have a net worth of more than one million, I don't care, as long as it can add a little fun to myself.

After paying the bill, he walked out of the fishing and hunting shop with a large push of things.

As for the fishing license, it is just for fun in front of my house anyway. If anyone is too busy and wants to call the police, let him apply for it.

As soon as he put the things in the trunk of the police car, the radio rang.

"Ethan, where are you, it's time to talk to Matt Sharp."