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Brock nodded: "Ethan is right."

"The question is, Proctor is such a cautious person, do you think he will show up at the independence scene?"

"Then let's apply for a search warrant?" Emmett clenched his fist:

"Just take over this place."

"This only cost him a sum of money." Brock adjusted his sitting position and leaned back: "Believe it or not, in a week, he can find another place to start operations again."

Hood tapped the table with his hand. Sharp and Proctor had no direct contact.

The red brick factory and the land where the independence-making factory is located are also operated through shell companies. I didn't expect him to be so slippery.

He thought for a while, then slowly tore up the information in his hand and said:

"There is no need to apply for a search warrant, and there is no need to do anything to this independence factory."

"After taking away this den, it will be easy for Proctor to find another place, but it will be very troublesome for us to find it again. Now at least this place is in our hands."

"After mastering this hideout, we will try to find more evidence that can be related to him in the future."

Everyone nodded, and after working hard for two days, they still couldn't catch Proctor, and they couldn't help but feel a little downcast.

Seeing them like this, Hood clapped his hands quickly: "Guys, it doesn't need to be like this."

"This is Proctor, we have already gained a lot."

"Like Brock said, this is a war, not a battle."

"As long as we work hard in that direction, we will definitely gain something."

After speaking, Hood took out his wallet, took out a Franklin and handed it to Brock, "Go to Miles Restaurant to buy something to eat. I'll treat you to afternoon tea."

With a smile on his face, Brock took the money and walked out of the office.

When Emmett was about to follow Brock out, he was stopped by Hood.

Emmett stopped and looked at Hood in confusion: "Chief, is there anything else?"

Hood stood up and said seriously:

"Regarding what happened yesterday, I should apologize to you. I shouldn't use your family members as an excuse. I'm sorry."

Emmett waved his hand and said with a smile:

"It doesn't matter, I don't take it to heart."

"I have seen this kind of people a lot. Ever since I was a child, I have experienced this kind of discrimination."

"You know what makes me happiest?"

Seeing that Emmett didn't take the matter to heart, Hood breathed a sigh of relief:

"What is it?"

Emmett winked at him: "Every time these people who discriminate against me are knocked down by me, that's the happiest moment for me."

Hood smiled hoarsely, and Ethan also stood up, fist bumped with Emmett and said:

"Man, let's deal with these fuckers together from now on."

"of course."

Emmett saw that Ethan still had something to do, so he smiled and closed the door of the Sheriff's Office.

"You can't fool me with your nonsense."

Ethan walked to the opposite side of the desk and sat down, picked up the torn document, looked at it for a few times, threw it aside and said:

"According to your character, you should apply for a search warrant right away. I wish I could go there and seize Proctor's den tonight."

"You're right." Hood glanced outside the window.

Brock had gone over to Myers' to buy something, and Emmett was sitting in his seat.

He opened the drawer, took out a piece of paper and handed it to Ethan: "This is the information I collected last night, take a look."

Ethan took the paper, which was full of information from Proctor's court trials in previous years.

Hood reached out and clicked on several key places on it, and said with a playful expression:

"The verdicts handed down above are all in favor of Proctor."

Ethan shook the paper: "You mean the judge accepted Proctor's bribe."

Hood nodded slightly: "Maybe we will apply to the judge for a search warrant, and Proctor will receive the news."

"By the time we went over to search, the contents had already been evacuated, and he wouldn't suffer any loss at all."

Ethan folded the paper and handed it back to Hood:

"Then what's your plan?"

Hood put the paper back into the drawer, then took off the police badge from his chest and threw it on the table. The silver five-pointed badge turned a few times.

"Do you remember the advice you gave me?"

Hood raised his eyebrows and continued: "There is more than one way to deal with Proctor. The police have tried it. Now try my way. I will send his nest to the sky and cause him heavy losses."

"Okay." Ethan nodded and said:

"But now is not the time to take action."

"I understand that." Hood looked towards the door of the police station, and Brock walked in carrying a lot of desserts.

"Let's talk about it later. Taking action now is equivalent to loudly announcing in the ears of Brock and the others that I did it."

Ethan raised the corners of his mouth and tapped his fingers on the table:

"Patience is a virtue."

In the morning, the biological clock woke Ethan up as usual.

He stumbled to the bathroom. After brushing his teeth and taking a shower, he went to the cloakroom and reached for the hung uniform.

As soon as he touched the dark blue town police uniform, he remembered that he was on vacation these days.

The people in their police station all take turns to take vacations. Although they are in a small town, they still do dangerous and high-intensity work. Without enough rest, ordinary people cannot bear it.

Even if Ethan could resist going to work continuously, the police department's system would not allow it.

Thinking that he didn't have to go to work, Ethan patted his head, then walked back to the bed and fell heavily on the bed.

In less than a minute, he jumped out of bed again. After taking a shower, he was completely sleepless.

Ethan went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of eggs.

Pour oil into the pot, and when the oil comes up, he quickly cracks six eggs into it.

Soon, the egg liquid solidified.

Feeling that the heat was almost done, Ethan grabbed the handle of the pan and tossed it easily.

The egg pancake flew into the air, turned over perfectly, and then fell down.

Ethan put the pot back on the stove and walked to the side.

He sighed, picked up the broom and garbage shovel, and cleaned up the egg pancakes that fell on the ground.

After breakfast, Ethan walked to the tool room wearing a pair of big pants and a basketball shirt.

In the tool room, he cleared out a corner.

There were fishing tools that he had sorted out on it, and he walked towards the small dock carrying a six-meter-three-meter fishing rod and a bucket filled with sundries.

After leisurely arriving at the small pier, I found that this place was hit by the early morning sun.

He had to change his position and came to the bottom of the big tree with the swing.

The tree roots here protrude, spread to the water's edge, and then penetrate deep into the soil.

Looking up, the branches and leaves are all high up.

There are no small debris nearby, so there is no risk of hanging wires.

He looked around, put down what he was holding, and ran back into the house to get a small bench.

A gust of breeze blew, and Ethan sat on the small bench, found the thread set from the bucket, and started working.