Inside the Sava Gentlemen's Club, the electronic music is restless.

Colorful neon lights flickered rapidly, and the air was filled with hormones.

The topless bunny girl walked past with a tray and stumbled a little when she saw four or five men in dark blue uniforms walk in.

Ethan hurriedly reached out to hold her and smiled handsomely at her.

Brock crossed his hands on his hips and yelled, "Banshee Town Police Department, everyone don't move, wait for inspection." ”

To his embarrassment, the group of customers gathered around the dance floor didn't hear him at all, except for people nearby, and were waving the bills in their hands.

The strippers on the poles were still dancing hard.

"I'm going to turn off the lights." Emmett walked to the side holding his belt.

Siobhan shouted, "By the way, turn off the music." ”

Ethan and Hood walked straight to the back, and several strippers saw them appear and hurried backstage.

At this time, the music also stopped.

The people in the club, noticing them, burst out with boos.

Brock commanded loudly, "Everyone, dancers, come to the bar, all the customers, pack your things and go to the front door." ”

Ethan and the two of them walked into the backstage dressing room, where several women were still changing their clothes.

Ethan waved his hand casually, "Stop, tonight's work is over, put on your clothes and go to the front." ”

"Waterfa?"

One of the dancers put down her makeup pen and said dissatisfied.

At this time, two security guards in black suits ran over from the side aisle, and they asked with unswerving faces:

"Hey, do you know whose place this is?"

Hood turned around and walked over with a cold face, "Of course you know, what do you want to say?" ”

One of the security guards raised his chin, "If you knew, you should know that this is not for you cops." ”

Hood nodded, "Then I see." ”

As the words fell, he jerked his fist upward, and the heavy fist hit the man's chin, and he simply collapsed on the ground and fainted.

Hood looked at the other man, "Do you have anything to say?" ”

The other security officer quickly shook his head and took two steps back to get out of the way.

Hood stepped forward, grabbed his tie, and shouted:

"Tell Procott that this is Lucas Hood's gift to him, and there's no place I can't touch now."

The security guard nodded hurriedly, and was thrown to the ground by Hood.

This movement frightened several strippers behind them, and they hurriedly grabbed their personal belongings and ran forward.

Ethan sighed lightly, but understood.

If Daria was killed, she might have gone even further.

The two of them walked down the passage together, with only one room on the left, Procott's office, and a private box on the right.

Hood patted Ethan on the shoulder and continued inside

Ethan coughed heavily, "Banshee Town Police Department, stop." ”

The dancer, who had only a strip of cloth hanging on her body, hurriedly got up and took a few steps back.

Ethan took the silver glittering handcuffs out of his duty belt, "Coordination point, don't move, understand?" ”

The little chick nodded hurriedly and raised his hands obediently.

Chaining the two men, Ethan crossed Hood's room and pushed open the next box.

As soon as he walked in, the expression on his face was instantly stunned.

Ethan silently took out his phone and took a photo.

The person on the sofa saw the town police officer at the door who appeared, screamed, and quickly curled up.

"Waterfa?"

Jabber hurriedly turned his head and saw that it was Ethan, and his face changed greatly.

Seeing the mobile phone he was holding again, his face changed dramatically.

"Shet."

With a smug smile on his face, Ethan shook his phone and pointed it to the bottom of the bed.

"Get in and come out in ten minutes."

With that, he closed the door.

This is the end of coming out to play without being called a brother, with this photo, the next time I go to New York to play, I don't have to worry about no good arrangements.

Just as Ethan was happy, there was a sound of fighting in the room he had just passed, and he quickly put away his mobile phone and ran over.

Just as Ethan was dealing with the first box, Hood walked inside and pushed open the second box.

Two blondes were squirming around the couch, and in the middle sat a drunken man in a shirt.

"Banshee Town Police Department..."

Hood walked in and saw the man lying on the couch, and the words in his mouth stopped.

The man lying on the couch glanced at him and picked up his glass nonchalantly.

Hood was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to point out with a calm face.

"You two, now go to the front and get out."

The two blondes glanced at each other, picked up their personal belongings and hurried out of the room.

Hood walked over to the couch and shook his head.

"Gordon, tonight really isn't a good time, we're raiding this place for silver."

The man sitting on the couch was none other than the mayor of their Banshee Town, former District Attorney Gordon Hopewell.

His face was flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, and the bottle of whiskey on the table next to him was almost at the bottom.

Gordon scoffed and raised his glass.

"It's a slot operation, sheriff."

"The whole Banshee Town knows what this place is, everyone comes here to play, aren't you afraid that your support will decrease?"

Hood looked at Gordon's drunken and embarrassed appearance, gritted his teeth, and said:

"You wait ten minutes before you leave this room, no one will see you."

"Oh, what, are you doing me a favor?" Gordon looked up, tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Thank God, the great Sheriff Hood is here to help me."

Gordon poured the wine from the glass into his mouth, stared at his red eyes and continued, "Fakyu, you bastard, I don't need your help. ”

"Trust me, bastard, I'm not doing it for you."

Hood paced back and forth, and Gordon hooked his anger with a strange yin and yang aura.

"You're like the plague, one bad thing after another since you came to town."

Gordon staggered to his feet and walked over to Hood, who stared at him deadly.

"Are you my wife?"

Hood gritted his teeth and met his gaze unceremoniously.

"Nope."

Gordon scrambled to his feet, grabbed Hood by the collar, and yelled angrily;

"Have you my wife?"

Hood shifted his gaze, "You're drunk, I'll send you back." ”

"Bastard."

Gordon yelled and swung his fist at Hood.

Thank you for the reward, thank you

(End of chapter)