My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hood looked at his panicked face and reached back to dig it out.

Sharp suddenly stiffened and looked at him in disbelief.

Hood gritted his teeth and slowly increased the strength on his hands. The blood vessels in Sharp's forehead bulged and his face turned red.

After only holding it in for a few seconds, Sharp's saliva immediately sputtered:

"Shet, let go, you pervert."

"Say or not?"

Hood used five fingers to squeeze hard.

Sharp banged his head against the ground. The severe pain made him unable to bear it anymore, and he roared:

"Say, say anything."

"Tell me everything you know." Hood saw that he was being honest and loosened his clenched hands.

"I'm just a driver. I usually work at night." Sharp took a breath and said quickly:

"Usually I will go to the factory after being notified."

"At that time, the people at the factory had put the pills in the car and hid them. All I needed to do was drive to Philadelphia."

Hood held his neck firmly with his other hand and stared at Sharp.

"Then what?"

"The people at the factory will give me an address, usually in some public parking lot. I will park the car in the designated parking space, leave the key in the car, and leave directly."

"Who are the people who come to pick up the car?"

Sharp gasped and said:

"I've never seen anyone who came to pick up the car kill me without hesitation if I stayed in the car. Do you understand?"

"There will be strict procedures throughout the transfer process, and everyone only knows their part of the job."

Hood asked with a cold face: "Is the person who informed you and gave you the delivery address Proctor?"

Sharp shook his head hurriedly: "No, he is a big shot. Let alone transportation, I have never even met Proctor."

"Don't even think about lying to me."

Hood gritted his teeth and grabbed another handful.

Sharp shouted excitedly: "Fakeyu, I swear to God, I told you everything I know."

Seeing that his expression didn't look like he was telling lies, Hood had no choice but to ask the last question:

"Where is the independent manufacturing factory?"

Seeing his hesitant look, Hood grabbed him hard again, causing Sharp to shed tears of pain.

"Fake, it's at the brick factory on the outskirts of town."

Hood then let go of his hand and patted Sharp's flushed face twice with satisfaction.

After Ethan removed the shoe prints left by Emmett, Brock also walked over, holding his stomach.

Emmett touched the swollen corner of his mouth and asked Brock:

"Do we need to cuff them both?"

"No."

The punch from the man in the T-shirt just now hit Brock hard. He covered his stomach and said:

"Take it back to waste time."

He kicked the strong man lying on the ground wearing a black vest, turned around and walked in the direction where Sharp escaped.

Hood was standing up from Sharp when the three men arrived in the parking lot.

Noticing their appearance, Hood turned around and walked over, and nodded at them.

Emmett looked at Sharp, who was struggling to stand up, and said:

"Is there really no need to control them? In case they run to inform Proctor."

"Need not."

Hood patted Emmett on the shoulder: "The other two people don't know what we are looking for Sharp, and Sharp doesn't dare to look for Proctor."

"I think he was more afraid that we would say his name in front of Proctor."

After speaking, Hood turned back and smiled at Sharp.

Sharp shuddered and subconsciously covered the space between his legs.

When leaving, Emmett walked last. He looked back at Sharp and found that the new communist was staring at him with a look of resentment.

Emmett shook his head and smiled, turned around and left quickly.

Back in the police car, the three of them looked at Hood.

Hood took out cigarettes and distributed them, lit them and said, "The brick factory on the outskirts of town."

Emmett nodded, chewed a cigarette and started the vehicle. The police car rolled up the smoke and left the abandoned car treatment plant.

More than 20 minutes later, the police car stopped far away near the brick factory.

They walked forward for a few minutes, bent down and quickly came to a remote corner, surrounded by piles of red bricks stacked high.

Ethan knelt down and looked inside. The factory area was surrounded by barbed wire. It didn't look too big, with four or five workshops.

Judging from the stained exterior of the building, it has been in operation for many years.

The sound of machines working could be heard from inside the factory, and from time to time someone drove a forklift transporting red bricks through the factory.

Hood bent over the barbed wire fence, his eyes like an eagle, constantly scanning the inside of the factory.

His eyes fell on every corner of the factory, with a sneer on his face.

Emmett looked at the vehicles passing by and said doubtfully:

"As a independence-making factory, this place is too hidden, isn't it?"

"What Proctor needs is your kind of thinking." Hood turned his eyes, and he stretched out his arm and pointed inward.

"You see, cameras are installed in all the corners."

When Brock heard Hood's words, he wanted to grab the barbed wire and get a closer look.

Hood glanced at the three-meter-high barbed wire in front of him and said, "These barbed wires are all electrified."

Brock took his hand back, scratched his head, and took two steps back.

Hood finally pointed to the side door of one of the factories, "There are security facilities above."

"Sharp didn't lie to me. This is indeed Proctor's manufacturing factory. A red brick factory will not be equipped with these things."

Emmett squatted half-crouched. He looked at several places pointed by Hood and nodded convinced:

"Chief, how do you know these things? You can tell with just a few glances."

After Hood was silent for a while, he shrugged and said, "Just think that I know more."

Ethan picked up a grass stem and wanted to put it in his mouth, but hesitated and threw it away:

"Then what should we do now?"

Hood took a few steps back, bent over and left.

"Even applying for a search warrant will take a while. Let's go back and find out who owns this brick factory."

Brock saw several wolfhounds tied with chains inside, and quickly followed Hood's pace:

"sounds great."

The next day, the Sheriff's Office was filled with smoke.

Since Siobhan was taking a break, there were still only a few people in the office from yesterday.

"The real estate register lists the brick factory and the land as being owned by a company called Boogie Blossoms, and Proctor has nothing to do with this company."

Emmett sighed and put the documents in his hand on the Sheriff's desk, pulled up his chair and sat down.

Hood took the document and looked at the information on the document carefully with his lips pursed.

Ethan took a sip of coffee and said, "This is just a shell company, it's useless."

"If you want to charge Proctor with suppressing independence, you must arrest him on the spot when he appears in the factory."