My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Just when Proctor went to find Hood, Carly also woke up early in the Valley Motel.

She and Gordon have been living apart since being released from prison.

Knowing that she was wronged, she took the initiative to move out and came to the motel alone.

After a simple wash, she took advantage of a little time before going to work to drive back to this place that was once very familiar, but now became strange.

Carly gathered her mood, opened the car door and walked quickly towards the house.

At this time, the two children must be eating breakfast in the kitchen, and she just wanted to put the things in and leave as soon as possible.

Hearing the voices of Tifa and Max talking from inside the house, Carly's fingers couldn't help but tremble when she inserted the key into the door lock.

I don't know why, but I'm even more nervous than when I opened that damn safe last night.

She quietly opened the door and came to the living room.

Without the mistress, the house was in a mess, with clothes scattered everywhere.

She sighed, took out a large paper bag from her satchel, and placed it on the chair where Gordon usually sat.

As she walked out, she couldn't control herself and stopped at the corner.

Carly's eyes turned red when she saw the young Max quietly eating breakfast alone, and her sister Tifa standing on tiptoes by the cupboard to reach for the milk carton placed on it.

She wiped away her tears and walked quickly outside.

Just when he touched the door handle, a deep voice sounded from behind him.

"What is this?"

Carly turned around slowly, and Gordon was holding the paper bag she had put down just now, and also grabbed a few stacks of bills and shook them in his hand.

Facing this wife who suddenly appeared and dropped a large bag of money, Gordon looked solemn.

Carly whispered: "That's Max's medical bills."

"Where did you get so much money?" Gordon took a few steps forward, the bag in his arms was heavy.

"You don't want to know." Carly shook her head and said, "Take it to treat Max's illness."

She unlocked the door and wanted to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Gordon's face was complicated, and his hands holding the paper bag tightened. After a while, he still asked:

"Did you have breakfast?"

Carly couldn't believe what she heard and covered her mouth in surprise:

"Are you sure?"

Gordon sighed and nodded.

No matter what, this is still the mother of two children. What else can I do? I can only give her another chance for the sake of my children.

Proctor's Rolls-Royce stopped in front of Davis Bar. With Proctor's ability, it was not difficult to find out where the Sheriff's car was parked.

After he got out of the car, he smoothed his suit and strode towards the bar door.

Hood was eating eggs at the bar and chatting with Candy.

Because of what happened last night, neither of them was in a good mood. At this time, the wooden door of the bar was pushed open, and they looked outside at the same time.

Candy saw Proctor appearing at the door and stood up nervously:

"Good morning, Kai."

Proctor ignored Candy and walked to the middle of the bar.

Boden followed closely behind him, staring at the two men inside, especially Hood.

"I can understand the club's affairs. If my employees engage in illegal activities, as the police chief, what action will you take? This is normal."

Proctor approached the bar and looked at Hood: "Now you won't even spare my slaughterhouse. What do you want to do?"

Candy suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Proctor discovered that it was the factory they had blown up.

He quickly took out a glass, poured whiskey into it, and placed it in front of Proctor.

"I don't know what you are talking about, if you are here to call the police." Hood looked up at the clock hanging on the wall: "I'm sorry, it's not working time yet."

After speaking, he fiddled with the inside of the dinner plate a few times with his fork, then picked up a piece of egg and put it into his mouth.

Proctor had no intention of touching the glass of whiskey. He folded his hands on his chest, looked down at Hood and said:

"Now my slaughterhouse is filled with rotting beef."

"What good will it do you to spoil my flesh, because of that woman named Kate?"

Hood ate the eggs with big mouthfuls, glanced at Proctor nonchalantly, and said vaguely:

"Mr. Proctor, if you don't have any evidence, be careful of me slandering you."

"Don't pretend to be stupid. If you want to avenge that woman named Kate, I understand. If the loss of the slaughterhouse can calm the anger of the police chief, I think it is worth it."

Proctor curled his fingers, tapped the table hard, and continued: "The relationship between us is too complicated. I like it to be simple. I hope you can accept my kindness."

Hood grabbed the fork and stood up.

He looked at Boden, who was standing in the distance. Boden kept his hands behind his back.

He looked at Proctor again, looking up and down.

Hu Depi said with a smile: "You are wrong, the relationship between us has always been simple."

"I'm a police officer, you're a criminal, it's that simple."

After the words fell, Candy held his breath and looked at Proctor nervously.

After a while, Proctor couldn't help laughing.

While Proctor laughed, Candy's eyes glanced downward uncontrollably. There was a double-barreled shotgun under the bar.

That weak impulse was quickly suppressed by him, and he murmured:

"Kay, please, don't do this."

The laughter stopped suddenly, and Proctor suddenly went from smiling to expressionless.

The hand that knocked on the countertop shook hard, and the cup placed in front of him suddenly flew up.

"boom"

The cup hit the wall and broke into several pieces.

Whiskey was splashed on the ground, and its unique aroma filled the air.

Candy's heart beat violently, and he swallowed hard.

Proctor didn't look at Hood at all. The corners of his mouth raised, and he reached out and tapped on the candy:

"I'm disappointed in you, Candy."

After speaking, he took Boden out of the bar.

Back in the car, Proctor was silent for a while. He came here to test Hood's attitude, but he didn't expect that he was determined to go against him.

Looking at the flashing scenery outside the window, he shook the wine on his sleeve:

"Boden, the slaughterhouse is closed today. Bring all the drivers who have been delivering goods to us during this period back to the slaughterhouse."

Now he suspected that Hu De had also manipulated his independence-making factory.

Boden adjusted his glasses and nodded.

Candy silently picked up the broom, swept the broken glasses together, and poured them into the trash can: "Being friends with you is a very high risk."

Hood threw his fork on the plate and was not in the mood to eat the remaining eggs.

"With his methods, Matt Sharp couldn't resist his torture."

Candy pounded the broom and said, "This means that Proctor will soon know that it was you who did it. Are you ready?"

"No."

Hood grabbed his belt and walked out of the bar: "So I still have to take action first."

Candy poked the broom, looked at the empty bar, and shook his head helplessly.