My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The first thing Hood and Ethan did after going to work the next day was to go to the District Attorney's Office.

Before long, the new black female District Attorney Alison Medin hurriedly opened the door.

"Sorry for the long wait, I was in a meeting just now."

Alison was wearing a tailored black sleeveless dress with a string of silver jewelry hanging around her neck. She didn't look like a district attorney, but more like a high-end white-collar worker.

Ethan took a sip of coffee, smiled and nodded to her.

"It doesn't matter, we just arrived." Hood adjusted his police uniform.

Alison put down a stack of papers on her desk, then walked to the window and pulled the rope to open the blinds.

The sun shone in and fell on her body, making her delicate skin look like black satin.

"What's wrong with you coming here so early?"

Hood looked at it appreciatively, and after Alison sat back on the chair, he cleared his throat:

"We're here to request a search warrant."

"The goal is?"

"Proctor's basement."

After hearing Hood's words, Alison crossed her legs and asked, "What is the reason for applying for a search warrant?"

Hood said confidently: "According to the information provided by the informant, there are a large number of firearms stored in the basement of Proctor's house."

Alison narrowed her eyes, she couldn't believe what Hood said.

He, former District Attorney Gordon and former town mayor Kendall worked hard for several years, but failed to find any solid evidence against Proctor.

Now Hood was able to find witnesses and provide such important information.

Alison couldn't help but be a little curious:

"Who is your witness?"

"For personal safety reasons, this needs to be kept confidential."

"Will this witness testify in court?"

"For personal safety reasons, no."

Alison turned the pen in her hand and asked expressionlessly: "Then how are you sure that this witness is not lying?"

She had just become the district attorney, and she didn't want to act rashly without concrete evidence.

She had been exposed to Proctor too many times, and she didn't want to fail again.

"Let me put it this way."

Hood adjusted his sitting posture: "The witness has a very strong desire to send Proctor to prison."

Alison glanced at Ethan, then stared at Hood:

"It's just not what I heard. The evidence must be conclusive so that I can convince the judge to sign a search warrant."

Hood nodded and said seriously:

"My witness saw the guns being moved into the basement."

"Snapped".

A soft sound.

The pen spinning in Alison's hand flew aside and rolled on the table.

Hood's expression didn't look fake. As long as he could successfully convict Proctor, he would be able to write a lot on his resume.

Her voice was slightly excited: "Are you sure?"

Hu De nodded and raised the corners of his mouth.

Alison stood up and said simply:

"Okay, I'll go find the judge now. You go back and gather the people. As soon as the search warrant is obtained, we will start the search immediately."

Proctor's villa, next to the large porch, parked a Rolls-Royce.

The water mist splashed and drew a rainbow.

Boden was holding a water pipe and washing the vehicle in front of him carefully.

He was wearing a white tight-fitting vest, and the exposed areas were covered with scars and whip marks.

Noticing the movement in the distance, Boden threw away the water pipe and looked towards the door.

Smoke and dust rose, and the next moment, police cars drove in quickly.

He walked quickly to the porch and blocked the front door, as if no strangers were allowed in.

A series of dull door closing sounds sounded, and Ethan walked out of the car holding the pistol.

In front of the villa gate, in addition to the fully mobilized Banshee Town Police Department, there were also several county police officers standing. At Brock's suggestion, Hood requested the county police for support.

This movement soon attracted the attention of the people inside the room, and Proctor walked out quickly.

He looked at the group of policemen standing in front of his house with cold eyes, and whispered to Boden:

"Call a lawyer."

After a brief explanation, Proctor walked up to meet Hood: "Chief Hood, I wonder what's wrong with you bringing so many people to my home?"

Hood looked back at the large group of people behind him, walked forward unceremoniously, and stood face to face with Proctor:

"It's nothing, I just thought about it. I have been the police chief for so long, and you have always visited me, and I have never visited you."

"After thinking about it, I feel that I still need to be polite, so I brought my colleagues over to say hello to you."

Hood grinned and slapped the document in his hand on Proctor's chest:

"Kay Proctor, we have a search warrant for the basement of your house. We are going to search it inside now. Please cooperate."

"What's the reason for the search?" Proctor asked calmly.

"It's clearly written on it, you can read it slowly."

Hood patted Proctor and took the lead toward the house.

Boden put down the phone and tried to stop him, but Hood pushed him away.

"stop."

Following Proctor's low shout, Boden unclenched his fists.

"If you still act like this, I'll shoot you in the head." Hood tapped his pistol on Boden's glasses, with a sneer on his lips.

Two county police officers surrounded Proctor to prevent him from escaping.

He followed Hood into the house expressionlessly, wanting to see what he could find in his own home.

Under the leadership of Hood, a group of people walked straight to the basement.

The basement had an unobstructed view, with a few rows of large wine racks scattered with a variety of wines, but nothing else.

Everyone looked at each other in shock, all their eyes focused on Hood.

Proctor put his hands behind his back and said in a cold tone:

"Chief Hood, I don't know what you're searching for and I hope it's not illegal to have some alcohol in your home."

"Do you have anything to explain?"

Hood smiled and walked to the wine rack against the wall and said, "If you cooperate, the district attorney might consider your cooperative attitude."

Seeing Hood putting his hands on the wine rack, Proctor clenched his hands behind his back:

"Sorry, I don't know what you're looking for."

"All right."

Hood shrugged, stretched his arms hard, and the wine rack made a slight movement.

Proctor's face remained calm, but his heart was lifted.

"Wait a minute, what is this?" Hood's eyes never left Proctor's face, enjoying this moment extremely.

He turned around and knocked on the wooden board inside the wine rack.

"Dong dong dong."

A hollow sound echoed in the basement.

"I don't know what you think this sound is." Hood grinned: "But to me, this sounds like a door."

Under Proctor's disbelieving gaze, Hood knocked on the wine rack casually a few times, then reached out and broke it hard at a corner above.

"Click."

After a soft sound, the wine rack slowly moved inside.