The next day, Hood leaned against the police car.

He had been thinking about what Ethan had said last night, how he could use his status as a police officer to send Proctor to prison.

But he has never had a clue, and although he has been a sheriff for a while, he still doesn't know the twists and turns inside.

In desperation, he decided to ask someone for advice.

After a while, Brock pushed open the glass door with a glass of water and walked down the steps.

Hood hesitated for a moment, but then straightened up and greeted Brock.

"Brock, do you have time to talk?"

Brock opened the car door and put the water cup in the car, turned around and said:

"What's the matter? I'm going out on patrol. ”

Hood crossed his hands on his hips and kicked the stones at his feet.

"I was wondering if you could give some advice about what happened last night."

Brock slammed the door shut, touched the bright door of his head and said:

"Say it."

Hood withdrew his hand, hugged it to his chest, and asked with a solemn expression:

"Last night's case, is there any hope that the blame will be turned to Procott?"

Brock shrugged his shoulders "There is no way, those three men died last night, and there is no evidence that Proctor instructed them to do it." ”

"Kate Moody was just an accident, let it go, we can't do anything about him in this matter."

"Then if you want to bring Procott down." Hood shook his head, took two steps forward and asked:

"What would you do?"

"Are you eyeing Procott?" Brock looked Hood up and down, "What charges do you want to use to take him down?" ”

I remembered that the person who had shared my bed the day before was put in a body bag the next day.

Although the other party was just a friend, Hood still gritted his teeth for a while.

"Any crime is fine, as long as it can convict him."

Actions against Procott had failed too many times, and Brock didn't know what Hood was planning at this time, and asked cautiously:

"I need you to be more detailed."

Where did Hood have any plans, if he had, he wouldn't have to run over and ask Brock, he gritted his teeth.

"Forget it, let's talk about it."

"Wait a minute."

Seeing that he turned around and wanted to leave, Brock said helplessly:

"Listen, Hood."

"Procott controls all the criminal activities here, selling silver, pills, extortion, etc., he is present."

"I know these things, the magistrate knows, everyone knows."

"The reason why we didn't convict him is because he operated behind all the criminal activities, and there has never been any evidence of direct connection with him."

"Whatever you're going to do, if you don't tell me." Brock shrugged.

"Then I can only wish you good luck."

After speaking, Brockra opened the door and was about to get into the car.

"Wait a minute."

Seeing this, Hood immediately called out to stop Brock.

"I'm not hiding what you mean, but I really can't help it, you are the most senior between us."

"What would you do if you were a sheriff?

Hood's words made Brock's movements in his hands stagnate, and after so many years of working hard in Banshee Town, all he thought about was the position of sheriff.

The position of his heart and mind allowed Hood to parachute and sit down, and he was still very dissatisfied with Hood for a while.

And for Procott, bringing him down is also Brock's long-standing wish.

Seeing Hood's serious inquiry, Brock's heart was dark, he lifted his belt, walked up to Hood, and said word by word:

"If I were a sheriff, I would harass Procott's estate."

"Keep probing until he shows a flaw or finds information that we can use."

Hood nodded, "So where do we start?" ”

"Please."

Brock turned and left, "Use your brains, or there's no fun." ”

Hood watched the police car leave, his fingers tapping on the body.

In the evening, 62 Raven Street.

Ethan pulled the police car over the corner, and Siobhan sat in the passenger seat, checking his gear.

He lowered the window of his car and lit his cigarette to look at the building in front of him.

The blue fluorescent tubes illuminate the façade, the huge Sava sign hangs on the façade, and the parking lot is full of cars, and now is the time of day.

It was the first time Ethan had come to the Sarvoyard Gentlemen's Club in this way, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

The radio sounded, and Brock's voice came out.

"How's your preparation?"

Emmett's voice also came over the radio: "I'm ready. ”

Siobhan saw that Ethan was smoking, and she didn't mean to pick up the radio at all, so she reluctantly picked up the radio and said:

"I'll have another minute here."

"Okay, listen to me."

There was a murmur over the radio, and then Brock's voice continued.

'I've been here tonight and Procott's Rolls-Royce left the club half an hour ago so it's a good time.

"After we go in, we control the scene first."

"There's a hall inside, and there's a backstage dressing room in the hallway to the east of the hall."

"All the illegal activity takes place in the back of the backstage locker room, where there are a couple of private boxes, understand?"

"Once we're in, we'll go our separate ways."

"There are a lot of people in the hall, and I control the hall with Siobhan and Emmett, and Ethan and Hood go to the back."

"Please reply if you receive it."

Ethan flicked the cigarette ash, looked at the walkie-talkie, couldn't complain, went in and was done, and said so clearly what to do.

Emmett's deep voice rang out

"Roger."

A smile appeared on the corner of Siobhan's mouth, she picked up the walkie-talkie and said:

"Roger, I just have a question."

"Say it."

Siobhan raised an eyebrow, "Why are you so familiar with the layout inside?" ”

There was silence over the intercom, and after a moment, Brock's dry voice rang out.

"Courtesy of the informant."

Siobhan burst out laughing, and Ethan quickly threw away his cigarette butt and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"I'm ready here, let's go."

Putting the walkie-talkie back, Ethan turned on the police light and stepped on the accelerator.

Several police cars flashed out of the corners of the Sava Gentlemen's Club and quickly stopped in front of the club.

The two security guards standing at the door were stunned on the spot, the first time in so long that a police officer came to the door.

After Hood got out of the car, he pushed the security personnel away and walked straight inside.

Ethan and the others followed, and when they arrived at the ticket office, the blonde stood up and stood against the wall.

She looked away at Ethan and Brock with interest.

Push open the soundproof door, and the lights inside are bright and green, and there is a lively scene.

On the middle dance floor, a stripper wearing only a bikini wraps her long legs around a steel pole and writhes her rather spectacular upper body to the music.

The guests sitting next to them picked up the wine glasses in their hands, waved the small bills in their hands excitedly, and cheered loudly.

(End of chapter)