My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Kino Moon Casino is Alex's bottom line, although the bottom line has already been breached by Proctor.

But when this document appeared in Hood's hands, he was not what he wanted to see.

This is not good news for him. The police will follow this document and target the Chino Moon Casino.

Originally, laundering money for Proctor through the casino was a huge risk, but if he was targeted by the police again, he couldn't believe the consequences.

Moreover, the level of detail of the data on the file gave him a great sense of threat.

The financial data he provided to Proctor was far less detailed, indicating that the casino had been infiltrated by Proctor.

This double crisis made Alex feel a dull pain in his head.

Hood took the folder back with a smile on his face:

"Not only do we find it strange, I think you should also be curious about why Proctor has so much information about Kino Moon Casino."

He closed the folder. "I mean, this isn't normal."

"This makes us suspect that the relationship between Proctor and you is not as simple as imagined."

Alex's face calmed down a little: "Do I need to call a lawyer?"

"No need." Ethan flicked off the cigarette ashes: "We are not accusing you of anything. I think even if you cooperate with Proctor, it is not of your own free will."

"We came here this time to discuss a deal with you. I wonder if you are interested."

"You speak, and I listen." Alex said, biting his cigar.

Hood took over: "We will prosecute Proctor for illegal firearms. Judging from the current situation, there is a high chance of conviction."

"But we don't want to take any risks and we can work together if you want."

To be able to sit in the position of chief, Alex is not an ordinary person. His weak character does not mean that he has no IQ. He can hear the meaning behind the other person's words.

Alex took two puffs on his cigar: "What can I get?"

"Snapped."

Hood flicked the folder and threw it back in front of Alex:

"We will treat this document as if we haven't seen it. It is a gift to you."

"At the same time, you will also get a chance to get rid of Proctor. It depends on whether you want to seize it or not."

Alex puffed on his cigar and looked at his father's portrait hanging on the wall, thinking of the humiliation he had suffered in front of Proctor and his relentless pursuit of his casino.

This was the opportunity he had been waiting for, an opportunity to knock Proctor down in one fell swoop.

Alex quickly made up his mind and stepped aside to pick up three wine glasses.

"When my father was alive, he had some business dealings with Proctor." He walked back to the desk and poured brandy into it:

"The two of them worked together and expanded a lot of business."

"After he passed away, when I took over the business, I was forced to accept the agreement with Proctor."

"That's why he had casino information, and I was also coerced by him."

Alex changed his voice and said meaningfully: "My father was once a respected chief, so I hope you can understand."

"Don't worry." Hood nodded and said, "I respect the old chief very much, and his name will not appear in this matter."

"That's fine."

Alex motioned for them to pick up the wine glasses: "I will help you. I also have information about Proctor's blackmail in my hands."

"I will provide the information when the time is right."

"Thank you so much."

The purpose of tonight was achieved. Hood showed a smile on his face and clinked the glasses with Ethan.

After the two of them left, Alex happily pulled off his tie and turned on the record player.

This time, as long as he cooperates with the Banshee Town Police Department to bring Proctor down, no one will be able to ride on him. Alex thought of Proctor's niece and felt thirsty in his throat.

The next morning, in the reception room of the town jail, Proctor, Rebecca, and his lawyer Jackson sat at a round table.

Jackson was wearing a light gray suit and looked to be in his forties, the golden age of a lawyer.

He confidently opened his briefcase and took out the notebook:

"Mr. Proctor, don't worry. We have experienced this kind of thing many times. Please tell me the matter in detail."

"I understand this."

Proctor no longer looked like before. He put on a white prison uniform and his hair became messy.

However, the whole person's momentum did not weaken, but became more fierce.

He told Jackson everything about what happened yesterday and the situation in his basement.

When Proctor stopped, Rebecca took his hand worriedly.

He gently patted the back of Rebecca's hand, then looked at Jackson: "Tell me what you think."

Jackson closed the notebook and put his hands on the table: "Our opponent has changed now. It is no longer Gordon Hopewell."

"The new District Attorney is Alison Medin. She is very smart, and she has just taken office. If she wants to make some achievements, she will be a problem for us."

"And from what I've gathered, she doesn't accept bribes."

Proctor opened his hands and said confidently:

"Everyone has a price. As long as she dares to ask, I can give it."

Jackson pursed his lips: "Do you want to add attempted bribery to the crime of concealing a firearm?"

Proctor put his hand away in embarrassment: "Well, everyone has weaknesses."

Jackson shrugged and pretended not to notice: "According to my experience, starting with a search warrant is the most effective."

"We can start with the veracity of the allegations made by the police informant. From what I understand, their informant said he saw a large number of firearms hidden in your basement."

"This is the main basis for the Banshee Police Department to apply for a search warrant."

Proctor shook his head quickly, "That's impossible."

Jackson asked: "Why do you say that?"

"No outsider can know what's inside, it's highly confidential." Proctor said firmly:

"The only people who can freely enter the underground chamber are Rebecca, me, and Boden."

"Think about it again." Jackson looked at the guard standing outside the room and whispered:

"If we knew who the informant was, there would be a way to invalidate the search warrant."

The reception room was quiet for a while, and then a voice suddenly came from the corner of the room:

"Stripper."

Boden walked out of the shadows and said expressionlessly: "In addition to the three of us, strippers will often appear in the house. It is not ruled out that someone accidentally discovered the secret room."

Proctor finally came to his senses and winked at Jackson.

Jackson understood: "You guys talk slowly, I'll go out for a while."