My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

As soon as he walked out of the hospital, Ethan was pulled into the car anxiously by Hood.

Last time, Ethan and Miranda mainly communicated. Hood was afraid that he would be shut out, so he insisted on dragging Ethan along.

A few minutes later, the vehicle stopped in front of an ordinary house.

It can be seen from the appearance that the economic conditions of the owner are not very good. There is an old Nissan car parked in front of the house, and a children's bicycle is placed against the wall.

The two men looked at each other and walked along the small lawn to the front door.

Ethan knocked on the door and took two steps back.

"Mommy, there's someone knocking on the door."

The voice of a child sounded in the house, and soon, the curtain next to it opened, and Miranda appeared behind the window.

Ethan greeted her with a smile on his face.

The door opened, Miranda looked back, and then walked out. She crossed her arms and said angrily to Hood:

"You promised me to send Proctor to prison. Now what?"

Ethan put away his smile and stepped aside.

Hood said awkwardly: "Believe me, I'm trying to figure it out."

Miranda waved her hands and said excitedly: "Then you'd better hurry up. You don't know how worried I am. I even suspect that he already knows that I am the one who leaked the information."

Hood quickly comforted her: "Don't worry, he can't know that you did it. I still need some clues now, preferably clues that can be directly related to Proctor."

"Please think carefully and see if there is anything you can use."

Miranda looked around and gritted her teeth and said, "First of all, drive that damn car away and don't show up at my door in this uniform. Do you understand?"

Ethan looked at himself. In his hurry, he forgot to change his clothes before coming back. He apologized quickly:

"No problem, we'll come back later."

Miranda said angrily: "Forget it, don't come here again, tell me if you have anything to say."

Ethan had no choice but to clasp his hands on his belt and said quickly: "Last time you told me that Proctor would date you several times a week. There must be some useful clues, but you didn't realize it."

"That's right." Hood took over:

"It doesn't have to be something illegal, if you noticed anything out of the ordinary in his home, it could be anything."

"One night."

Miranda thought for a while and rubbed her nose: "I saw several people approaching the basement carrying several long wooden boxes."

Hood's eyes lit up: "What's in the box?"

"Why do you think I know?"

"What's it like in the basement?"

"I don't know, Proctor wouldn't let us roam around his house."

"Can you find a way to get into the basement and see what's in there?"

"Please tell me you are kidding me." Miranda looked at Hood in disbelief: "Do you realize what you said? You are asking me to die."

Hood was immediately speechless.

"You go, this is all I know."

Miranda turned around and walked into the room, closing the door with a bang.

Seeing that Hood was still trying to knock on the door, Ethan quickly stopped him: "Don't be like this, she has tried her best."

Hood glanced at the door and said unwillingly:

"It is not illegal to move long wooden boxes into the basement. We need to know what is inside, and we must have sufficient reasons to apply for a search warrant."

When Miranda said long wooden box, they could guess what it contained.

Especially Ethan, he immediately thought of the AKs that Proctor had when he went to rescue Hood with Boden and the others last time.

But if the evidence is not conclusive and they rashly search the house, if the firearms are not illegal, they will only alert the snake.

Back in the car, both of them were quiet.

The vehicle started slowly, and after driving for a certain distance, Ethan suddenly said:

"Miranda is just an ordinary person. It is definitely impossible for you to ask her to go to the basement to check what Proctor has hidden."

"What do you mean?" Hood turned his head.

Ethan held his forehead: "Have you forgotten your true identity?"

"As long as we can confirm that the items hidden in Proctor's basement are illegal firearms, we can apply for a search warrant."

"I think this difficulty is not very difficult for you."

Hood immediately understood what he meant. As long as he was sure that the contents of the wooden crate were illegal firearms, he could take action against Proctor.

And sneaking into this kind of thing is exactly what he is good at.

"Then I need your help."

Hood turned his head and said: "Jiabo is trying his best to track down the whereabouts of the rabbit. He can't leave."

"You can ask me to get a gun." Ethan raised his hand: "I'm not good at infiltrating."

"When Proctor is at home, he must be the most closely guarded. I can only choose the time when he is not at home." Hood glanced at him:

"He usually stays at the Savoy Gentlemen's Club in the evenings. You can keep an eye on him for me."

"Funding?"

Hood said helplessly: "I will reimburse you."

"make a deal."

Ethan decisively agreed and was duty-bound to help his friends.

At night, he scratched his head and filled out the accident report form, state supervision form, and gun use form, then threw the pen aside.

He went to the coffee machine to get a cup of coffee, then turned and walked towards the Sheriff's Office.

After a while, after arguing with each other, Ethan happily took a sip of coffee and walked out of the office.

With a thousand dollars in your pocket, you can walk with wind.

Emmett was at the hospital with Meg, and Siobhan was off work.

Brock was left chewing the donuts without any taste. He had nothing to do when he went back alone. He usually stayed at the police station until the end before getting off work.

Ethan walked over to his seat and sipped his coffee loudly.

Brock was annoyed by him: "What do you want to do?"

Ethan sat directly on his desk and crossed his legs until he accidentally exposed the cash in his pocket.

Although divorced, Brock's living expenses have not decreased at all.

The alimony from his ex-wife directly emptied a large chunk of his wallet.

As long as his ex-wife doesn't remarry and doesn't have a stable job, this money will continue to be given, so Brock has always been living a tight life.

He rolled his eyes when he saw the cash peeking out of Ethan's pocket.

Unexpectedly, Ethan reached out to turn off his computer while drinking coffee.

Brock was about to get angry when Ethan took a sip of coffee and said casually:

"Club, I'm treating you, do you want to go or not?"

Brock took out two tissues, wiped his mouth, and threw the donuts into the trash can with a smile on his face.

"Let's go."

Ethan sat at the Savoy Gentlemen's Club for half an hour and finally saw Proctor and Boden appear.

With a smile on his face, he took out his mobile phone and moved his fingers quickly.

After confirming that the text message to Hood was sent successfully, he picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Brock. He looked at the butt shaking crazily in front of him and drank the whiskey in one gulp.