Candy breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Procott leave, and quickly poured himself a glass of wine to drink.

"Why are you all so afraid of him, I don't think he's very good." Hood sat down with a puzzled expression.

"You've all just arrived in Banshee Town, and you don't know anything about him yet, but I've watched him come step by step."

Candy sat down and continued to the two of them:

"He went from being an Amish boy who was driven by the tribe and had nothing, to the most powerful man in the Banshee Town, and if I say he's not dangerous at all, would you believe him?"

"As far as I know, his tentacles have spread throughout Pennsylvania, believe me, don't provoke him if you don't have to, I don't want to be shot to death by a couple of military M4s one day, it's not worth it."

Hearing Candy's words, Hood fell silent.

After a silent drink, Hood took a gold watch from his pocket and threw it on the counter, the light shining on the dial set with a circle of diamonds.

"Don't say anything," Ethan saw Hood trying to explain, drank the wine from his glass, and said as he got up, "Like I just said, I don't care about these things, after you deal with it, you can count me in." ”

When the door closes and hears the vehicle leave, Candy looks at Hood worriedly

"He can't know something, does he? If your impersonation of the sheriff comes to light, we're all in trouble. ”

"Don't worry, he won't know, you have to trust my friend's technology, no matter how you check in the entire police system, I am Lucas Hood now."

"I just don't understand why he didn't denounce me, and offered to ask for a piece of the pie." Hood picked up the gold watch with his fingers and shook it a few times.

"White, gray, black, no matter what his identity is, as long as everyone shares the spoils together, you also have one more friend you can trust, don't you?" Candy snatched the gold watch, "I'll find a channel to dispose of it tomorrow." ”

"It seems to make some sense, after you deal with it, give him a copy."

......

Ethan was driving the car when his phone rang, he took out his phone and glanced at the caller, smiled and connected.

"Mr. Procott, is there anything going on?"

"Officer Ethan, I'm at the Sava Gentlemen's Club, would you be interested in coming and sitting down?"

Is this trying to recruit yourself? "I'll be there shortly." Ethan thought for a moment and replied.

Hang up, turn the wheel and head towards the Sava Gentlemen's Club.

When he walked into the door, two doormen saw that he was scarred, stopped him, and said that he would be searched.

Ethan lifted his coat open, revealing the badge and gun buttoned inside, and the doorman obediently stepped out of the way.

"This gentleman, the ticket is $20, thank you."

The blonde beauty with rabbit ears at the front desk stopped him and smiled charmingly.

"Elizabeth, no, he's a guest of Mr. Procott." Boden, dressed in a suit, walked up to Ethan: "I'm waiting for you, please go this way." ”

It's a gentleman's strip club, with a dance floor in the middle and a steel pole at each end.

The dancers were slowly squirming to the music, and under the pink light, it looked extremely seductive, and the seats next to the dance floor were full of red-faced guests, who kept throwing small bills into it, hoping to attract the dancers' attention.

Ethan carefully avoided the oncoming bunny girl, who walked over with a tray and trembling.

Walking from the side of the dance floor to the inside is the dressing room, and the door is hung with a sign that idlers are not allowed to enter, and when Borden pushes the door open, Ethan feels like he has arrived in the country of his daughter.

It's the rush hour, and in the dressing room, more than a dozen strippers are busy dressing up in front of the mirror, most of them in lower thongs and vacuums on their upper bodies.

Seeing Borden and Ethan come in, they didn't care at all and continued with their work.

Seeing this kind of battle for the first time, Ethan pretended to be calm and followed Borden without squinting.

The broad-minded Ukrainian girl next to her took a puff of cigarette, and her delicate red lips spat out a puff of smoke at him, Ethan suddenly scattered her steps, she laughed a few times, and her chest shook for a while.

Awkwardly walking through the dressing room to the front of a room, Borden knocked on it, opened the door and entered.

Procott was sitting behind his desk when he saw Ethan come in, and he got up and walked to the wine cabinet next to him.

"Ethan, welcome to Savoy, I remember you like to drink whiskey, right? I have a bottle of aged bourbon from a friend here, how about I try it? ”

"Okay, thanks." Ethan unceremoniously pulled out his chair and sat down.

After pouring his drink, Proctor looked at Borden, who was standing behind.

"I'll be alone here, you go find Dunn, Sanchez's economist, we have something in his place, you go and get it back."

Borden's eyes flashed as he turned to leave the office.

"I wonder what you're looking for me? I don't think you're looking for me to settle accounts. Ethan picked up the cup and sniffed it.

"Of course not, I know you're just doing your job."

"I was so happy you called me last time."

"It's sad that there are so many people in this town who are full of misconceptions about me."

Ethan leaned back in his chair, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to help you last time, I just didn't like Hansen and wanted to borrow your hand to get rid of him." ”

Proctor didn't expect Ethan to be so straightforward, and he shrugged his shoulders

"I don't care about this, no matter what you think, the end result is in my favor, isn't it?"

Then, he bent down, took a suitcase from under the table, put it on the table, flicked it with his hand, lifted the suitcase, and turned the case to Ethan, which was covered with green bills.

For the first time in his life, Ethan saw so many bills placed in front of him, and his breath became short.

"It's a thank you, and I'd like to be the first to know if there's anything about me in the future." Proctor cocked Jiro's legs.

Ethan drank the wine in the glass, looked at the green banknotes in front of him, and resisted the feeling of distress, reached out and pressed it, and closed the suitcase.

"You don't need that."

He patted the top of the suitcase and pushed it back.

You can't take this money, and after you take it, you'll be subject to Proctor everywhere, although he has no ill will toward Procott, but he doesn't want to put himself in that situation.

"If you have to say thank you." Ethan reached out and picked up the aged bourbon next to him, "I think this will do, I like it very much." ”

Ethan's meaning is clear, I don't want to help you, but I accept your kindness and have no problem with you.

Proctor was stunned, he didn't expect Ethan to be able to withstand the temptation.

"Ethan, you're an interesting person, I'm starting to like you."

"No, I don't like you, what I like is the girls outside." Ethan turned sideways and pointed out the door.

"Of course, so do I."

Proctor tossed Ethan a cigar, and the two laughed together.