After Ethan left Davis's Bar, he did not contact Procott in the first place.

He turned the wheel and drove in the direction of the police station.

After listening to Hood's story just now, he felt that his preparation was not safe enough.

At this time, Alma was alone in the police station, and Ethan handed her a bag of doughnuts that she bought on the road, and then walked to the equipment room.

After some searching, Ethan did not hesitate to grab two ceramic bulletproof inserts.

After putting the front and back of the soft body armor into the ceramic bulletproof insert plate, Ethan finally felt a sense of security, although his waist was a little uncomfortable, but now he can't care so much.

After saying goodbye to Alma, he returned to the car and called Procott.

A few minutes later, Ethan pulled up to the outside of a tall factory building, with a freight train track not far away.

On the high red brick wall hangs a sign with the words Procott's slaughterhouse, and Borden is standing under the sign waiting for Ethan, wearing black-rimmed glasses, his hair is always shiny, and his suit is meticulous.

There is also a butterfly bow tie tied at the collar, and this dress looks extremely strange standing in this place.

Seeing Ethan get out of the car, the corners of Boden's mouth twitched and he barely squeezed out a smile, and then turned around and walked inside with Ethan.

"I'm sorry, I just talked to my business partner about something, and I didn't have time to have lunch, I don't think you should mind, right?"

Inside the slaughterhouse's operating room, Procott sits next to a large stainless steel worktop. He greeted Ethan with a knife and fork.

On the worktop was a plate of steaks and a salt shaker, and looking up, huge hooks hung with the tip of the hook glistening.

Obviously, this place is for cutting beef.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Procout, of course I won't mind that."

Ethan took the chair Boden had brought, thanked him, and sat down.

"It's your first time coming to my slaughterhouse, the beef is good today, do you need to try it?" Procott's knife and fork skillfully cooperated, and he cut a piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

"Then you're welcome."

Proctor paused for a moment, then smiled again, swallowed the food in his mouth, turned back to Borden, who was standing behind him, and said, "Boden, I'm sorry for you." ”

Borden nodded and turned to leave.

When Borden had left, Proctor ripped open the napkin around his neck and asked with interest:

"I don't know what you're looking for me? Let's put it bluntly. ”

"I'm in a little trouble, a group of people will be coming to Banshee Town in the next two days, I want to ask for your help."

Ethan is also not secretive and goes straight to the point.

"Aren't you a town policeman? I don't understand how you could have found me, I'm a good citizen who pays taxes according to the law. ”

"Don't talk about these scenes, Hood is also one of the targets, we all need your help."

Procott didn't say anything more, slowly cutting the beef.

It wasn't long before Borden approached with a saucer and placed it in front of Ethan.

Ethan looked at the steaming steak in front of him, and immediately moved his index finger, thanked Boden, and picked up the knife and fork and ate it in a big gulp.

After Procott slowly ate the steak in front of him, he thought it through.

Although I don't know what trouble Ethan and Hood are in, the situation is serious enough to come to him for help, and it is not a trivial matter, so there is no need for him to get involved.

Procott put down his knife and fork and picked up his napkin.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just a businessman, so I shouldn't be able to help, I'm very sorry."

Ethan finished the food in front of him in three or two times, and also picked up the napkin next to the plate to wipe his mouth, looked directly at Procott and said:

"I remember you said you owe me a favor."

"Cole was at my house the night he was killed, I don't know if you still have an impression."

Procott's hand movement stopped, and after hesitating for a moment, he reluctantly put down his napkin.

"You tell me the situation, I'll only help you once, and then you tell Hood that he owes me a favor."

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief when he walked out of Procott's slaughterhouse, he texted Hood and went home to rest.

While he was sleeping soundly, the phone rang suddenly.

Ethan reached out and fumbled, grabbed his phone, but he didn't expect it to be Procott's call, and he quickly answered it.

"If I'm not mistaken, I think the gang you're talking about is already in town."

Procout's short sentence made him sleepy.

"Where are you?"

Asking where Proctor was, Ethan quickly got up and changed into his equipment, and drove the Challenger away from the house quickly.

Grabbing the steering wheel, he called Hood.

I don't know what happened, Hood never answered, and then he called the number Jaber had left for him.

"Who?" Two seconds later, the phone was connected, and Jabb's voice rang.

"I'm Ethan, is Hood with you?" Ethan tilted his head to grip his phone, his hands firmly on the steering wheel.

"No, I'm alone at the Valley Hotel right now, what's the matter?"

"The rabbit's man is here, inform Hood."

"Fake, how did it come so quickly, are you sure?" Jabber's voice panicked.

Ethan hit the brakes, Proctor was standing on the side of the road, and a black Iveco was parked behind his Rolls-Royce.

"You notify first, wait for me to call back." Ethan hung up.

After getting out of the car, he hurried towards Procott.

"Mr. Procout, can you tell me what the situation is?"

"Half an hour ago, 5 cars entered Banshee Town, and after buying some daily necessities in the town, they don't know where to go."

"According to information provided by my friend, the person who bought the supplies spoke with a Ukrainian accent."

"Five minutes ago, two of the cars appeared, heading in the direction of the Banshee Town Police Station." Procott looked at Ethan, "Is there anything else you need to know?" ”

"No need, thank you for your help."

Proko nodded, "You're welcome, I just provided you with information, and the one in the car behind me is helping you." ”

After speaking, Procott drove a Rolls-Royce away from the scene.

After Ethan sent a message to Jabber, he walked over to Iveco and pulled the side door open, looking at the scene in front of him, his pupils suddenly constricted.

In the carriage, Borden sat at the front, and behind him sat five big men, all of whom wore black hoods and showed only a pair of indifferent eyes.

Each of them had an AK rifle in his hand, and he was murderous.

Borden stooped down and pulled out an AK and a hood from under his seat and handed them to Ethan.

If he didn't take the gun, Ethan believed that Borden would not hesitate to kill himself first and then leave directly.

After taking two heavy breaths, he took AK and lifted his leg to get into the car.

Borden took off his glasses and folded them carefully, put them in his pocket, and removed the cover of them, and his eyes were like dead people, not the slightest bit angry.

He glanced at Ethan and pulled down the black hood.

Under the cover of night, Iveco sped in the direction of the Banshee Town Police Station.