My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Looking at the secret door that Hood slowly pushed open, Proctor's hand on his back suddenly grasped it, and then slowly opened it.

He just stood there, staring at Hood expressionlessly.

Now that the matter was over, he did not struggle needlessly and said coldly: "This doesn't mean anything."

Hood said with a proud smile: "You are wrong. It means a lot of things to a lot of people."

Ethan walked to the door of the secret room, and it was dark inside.

He curiously pressed the switch next to him. He kept asking last night, but Hood was unwilling to tell him what was inside, which made him full of curiosity.

The lights flickered a few times, and the secret room instantly became bright.

Opposite the door, there is a small cross hanging on the wall. Under the cross, there is a half-opened scripture.

Ethan stepped in and what he saw in front of him was jaw-dropping.

This is not just a secret possession of guns, it is simply a small arsenal inside. Compared with the things that Jiabo has here, he can't get rid of them at all.

On the gun butt next to the cross, ten AR15s were placed in a row, neatly placed.

Above the AR15, there are several cold weapons hanging.

Machetes, nunchucks, maces, and even a few Ming Dynasty-style long swords.

Looking to the side, there are more than a dozen antique guns of various shapes displayed on the wall on the other side. One of the rifles has a slender barrel that is two meters long.

"Thank you for your generous gift."

Brock and Emmett also walked in, and Brock couldn't help but exclaim.

When Ethan looked under the antique guns, he also swallowed.

Twenty or thirty round gadgets were sitting quietly on a wooden table, as were dozens of egg-shaped grenades. He didn’t know where Proctor got so many of these ghost things.

Needless to say, there were dozens of pistols of various types placed on another table, and the ammunition boxes in the corner were piled high.

Ethan couldn't help but wipe away his sweat. No wonder Candy kept emphasizing that Proctor couldn't be attacked by force.

He stepped forward and picked up a sword, grabbed the hilt and pulled hard, revealing the sharp blade.

Putting down his sword, Ethan walked to the door holding an AR15: "Mr. Proctor, do you have a license to possess these firearms?"

Proctor kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

Hood walked up to him and said with a smile:

"Kay Proctor, you're under arrest."

"You have the right to remain silent. If you do not remain silent, then everything you say can be used as your evidence in court."

"You have the right to have an attorney at your trial. If you cannot afford an attorney, the court will assign one to you. Do you fully understand your above rights?"

God knows how long Hood had been practicing for these words last night.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt extremely relaxed.

Proctor also remained silent and allowed the county police to handcuff him and escort him out.

Hood shook his head. He didn't wait for Proctor's anger, which made him feel a little less interesting, but the purpose was achieved.

In the following time, Hood and the county police temporarily detained Proctor in the town jail, and then went to the District Attorney's Office to discuss the next steps with Alison Medin.

Ethan and others from the Banshee Town Police Department took photos and records of everything in the secret room, and then moved it outside again and again.

All weapons here need to be registered and will be used as evidence in court.

All guns will be sent for inspection. Illegal possession of guns will make Proctor walk around with a lot of food. If it is detected that these guns have appeared at the crime scene, he will be in even more trouble.

For the first time, Ethan felt like moving firewood when moving a gun. After several trips, he broke into a thin layer of sweat.

Especially the dozens of grenades. Emmett and Brock first carefully placed the grenades into a wooden box filled with stuffing, and then carried them out of the villa together.

Siobhan has a mace in her left hand and a meteor hammer in her right hand. She looks like a female bandit.

As Borden watched angrily, they ran back and forth, back and forth, until Proctor's small arsenal was emptied.

The four police cars were fully loaded and attracted curious crowds of people when they returned to the police station.

Emmett and Ethan classified the weapons around them, Siobhan was responsible for writing labels, and Brock hung the labels on the weapons and placed them in the iron cage nearby.

Ethan picked up an exquisite long sword, held the hilt, and pulled it out.

Cold weapons are also the dream of countless men, and he is no exception. Who would have thought that Proctor would have several swords in his arsenal.

If he had known about it, he would have definitely sneaked in with Hood last night, and he would have had to go along with it.

The blade is sharp and radiates cold light.

Ethan took a few steps to the side and couldn't help but dance wildly.

With the help of terrifying power, the long sword moved quickly, making a whooshing sound through the air.

Ethan grinned lightly. If he had such a sword when he was a child, he would be able to chop all the flowers and plants on the roadside.

Siobhan picked up a mace, knocked hard on the iron cage next to him twice, and said angrily:

"Hey, Jackie Cheng, can you work hard?"

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Ethan had no choice but to stop his movements, put the sword into its sheath, and reluctantly handed it to Siobhan.

After a while, Hood walked in quickly:

"How is the arrangement going? Gordon said someone would come over tomorrow morning to pick things up."

"We should be able to do it tonight." Ethan picked up a revolver. With that caliber, it felt like it could kill a rhinoceros with one shot.

"That's good."

Hood picked up the longest antique gun and took a look at it. The two-meter-long barrel was extremely heavy.

He shook his head, put down his spear and said with a smile:

"I didn't expect Proctor to like collecting weapons. Everyone has his hobby, right?"

"This is not a hobby, this is a perversion." Brock raised the object in his hand. Above the handle was a one-meter-long iron chain. At the end of the iron chain was a fist-sized ball covered with iron spikes.

Hood clicked his tongue and stretched out his hand to weigh the iron ball. It is not difficult to imagine what the consequences would be if this thing hit someone.

Emmett struggled to lift a long, flat wooden box filled with bullets.

After he took a breath, he asked Hood:

"How's the communication going with the district attorney?"

Hood held his belt with both hands and said excitedly: "It's pretty good. Alison thinks our evidence this time is sufficient."

"At least Proctor can't escape the charge of illegal possession of firearms."

While they were talking, Ethan looked at the box placed aside. In addition to some odds and ends, there were also a few folders in it.

These things were all searched out in the secret room. Ethan picked up a folder and opened it casually.

After flipping through a few pages, a smile appeared on Ethan's lips.