My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Savoie Gentlemen's Club has ceased operations after last night's attack.

The neon lights on the exterior wall also dimmed, and many experienced drivers who came from afar left disappointed when they saw the decoration outside the door.

A blue pickup truck slowly stopped in the parking lot outside. Hood saw the Rolls-Royce next to the club entrance and coldly checked the Glock in his hand.

In the back seat of the pickup truck was a travel bag.

This time, Hood planned to go directly to Proctor and shoot him dead, and then leave Banshee Town.

This was the gift he left here before leaving.

Now that his identity has been exposed, the risk of staying has skyrocketed, and he doesn't intend to take any more risks.

This time, I would just use my identity as police chief for the last time to do what I have always wanted to do.

Sliding the Glock back into his waist, he walked toward the club.

As a police sergeant, there had just been a shooting here, and it was a very reasonable thing for him to come and find out what was going on.

The security personnel brought in temporarily by Proctor also knew who he was.

So Hood walked into the club without any obstruction.

Plastic sheets were hung everywhere and scaffolding was set up.

Proctor planned to take this opportunity to renovate the interior decoration and upgrade it to a higher level.

There were clanging sounds of hammering and chainsaws everywhere inside. The decoration workers were working overtime and didn't dare to complain. Everyone knew who they were working for.

Proctor and Rebecca were both dealing with things in the club, losing money every day.

Borden has already traveled to Philadelphia, where the channel is back, but the details still need to be negotiated.

As the closest confidant around Proctor and the person most familiar with the work process, he can only go there. Proctor is only on bail and cannot leave the confines of Banshee Town.

Rebecca noticed Hood's appearance, put down the drawings in her hands and walked towards him:

"Chief, how can I help you?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Hood stopped and said with an unkind expression:

"You stay away from me."

Proctor and his lawyer Jackson were talking. He also saw Hood and came over impatiently:

"Chief, no matter what happens to you, now is not a good time."

Hood saw Proctor approaching, pushed Rebecca away, and pulled out the Glock with his backhand.

With the successive attacks in the past few days, Proctor's vigilance had already been raised to the highest level. Even though the other party was the police chief, he did not relax his vigilance.

When he saw Hood raising his pistol, his eyes gleamed. Is anyone now going to deal with him so blatantly?

Proctor didn't run away and quickly cut forward.

He tilted his head to avoid the gun, and stretched out his hand to hit Hood's arm.

"boom."

The muzzle of the gun grazed his ears, and the violent sound made his ears ring instantly. Half of his ears were suddenly deafened, and he could only hear a harsh buzzing sound.

Rebecca didn't expect that Hood would shoot suddenly, and she was stunned with fear.

"asshole."

Proctor cursed angrily, grabbed Hood's hand hard, and the two began to wrestle.

There were a few more gunshots, and as the two sides scrambled, Hood's finger uncontrollably pulled the trigger, and bullets flew everywhere.

Workers under construction also jumped from the scaffolding and fled in a hurry.

Jackson looked anxiously at the security personnel on the side: "Why are you still stunned? Call the police."

The security personnel looked at the muzzles of guns waving everywhere and hurriedly ran away:

"This is the fucking police chief, who should I call the police?"

"Fake, Banshee Town Police Department, I'm going to take your pants off."

Jackson quickly took out his cell phone and dialed the police number.

Rebecca moved forward to dissuade her, but was knocked to the side by the two of them. She hit the scaffolding and suddenly saw stars in her eyes.

"ah!."

Proctor roared angrily, pushed Hood backwards, grabbed his arm and slammed it on the table.

The Glock fell away. Fly into the clutter behind the desk.

Hood gritted his teeth, turned around and punched Proctor on the head.

The ears were hit hard again, and the tinnitus became even worse.

Proctor staggered back a few steps and was kicked over by Hood again.

"Fakeyo, Proctor, today is your last day." Hood turned and rushed towards the table, his pistol close at hand.

However, Proctor forced himself to stand up, swooped down, and hit Hood hard.

"Bang."

The wooden table used for construction was smashed directly in the middle, and Hood was knocked to the ground heavily.

Both of them were dizzy for a moment and struggled to stand up.

Proctor rushed towards Hood again, holding him by the waist and knocking him into the middle dance floor.

"Bang."

Hood's head hit the steel pipe, and his vision went black.

"Fakeyu, you piece of trash."

Proctor punched Hood in the face. The moment the fist hit the flesh, ripples were made and a tooth flew away.

"Shet."

Hood screamed in pain, turned around and punched Proctor, and hit him on the ear again.

The two of them rushed together again and grabbed each other's necks.

For a moment, they were pushing each other in the middle of the dance floor, pinching each other until they were blushing.

Proctor stumbled, and the two of them turned over and fell off the dance floor. With a bang, a work table next to them was smashed to pieces.

The tools on the wooden table were also knocked away and scattered on the ground, making a clanking sound.

Hood reached out and groped quickly to the side, grabbed a hammer and hit Proctor on the head.

"Hood."

A shout rang out.

Brock flew over from the side, threw Hood aside, and hit the side of Proctor's head with a bang with the hammer.

Looking at the tiles that had been chipped away by the hammer, Proctor broke into a cold sweat.

But just now, the most dangerous person was actually Hood.

Rebecca had locked Hood with her Glock 43, and was about to pull the trigger when Brock suddenly appeared and threw him aside.

Otherwise, let alone what would happen to Proctor, Hood would definitely die.

Jackson noticed the pistol that Rebecca took out. When the town police appeared, he quickly stepped in front of her and quickly waved for her to put the gun away.

Rebecca bitterly stuffed the pistol back into the holster on her thigh, put her head on her head and stood up, but there was a big bump on her head.

Brock looked at the two people lying on the ground, breathing heavily, and felt a headache.

Due to the events that happened one after another in the past two days, plus the destruction of Tommy Littlestone's body and the death of two more members of the Redbone Gang, Proctor's Savoy Gentlemen's Club became a key patrol target.

As soon as he drove the police car to the vicinity of Sava, he received a call from Alma saying that an attack had occurred in Sava.

I thought it was the Red Bone Gang who came to trouble Proctor again, but as soon as I came in, I saw Hood holding a hammer and trying to kill Proctor.

In desperation, Brock could only knock him over.

"Come on, get up."

Brock reached out to Proctor and pulled him up.

"Are you okay?" Brock looked at Hood again.

After seeing Hood nod, he immediately took out the handcuffs from his duty belt:

"Kay Proctor, you are under arrest for assaulting a police officer."