Ethan looked at the few of them staring at each other, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He leaned back in his chair, yawned, and asked:

"What's the matter?"

Seeing his stunned appearance, Siobhan quickly walked up to him, grabbed his neck with his hand, gritted his teeth, and said:

"Do you have any clues?"

Ethan hurriedly slapped her arm and begged for mercy:

"Let it go."

Brock picked up his coffee cup and coaxed Emmett.

"Don't let him go, just strangle him for a while."

Siobhan saw the two of them coaxing, his face turned red, and he quickly let go of his hand.

Ethan shook his neck helplessly and stood up.

"Let's go in and talk."

He led the way to the sheriff's office with his cigarette in hand, and Hood was resting his legs on the table, sipping his coffee comfortably.

Seeing a few of them come in, Hood folded his legs and turned the computer screen in front of him.

Ethan stepped forward and saw that Hood had searched for that person's information, and sure enough, there was information about this person in the police system.

"Matt Sharp."

Ethan tapped on the computer screen, and it showed a jail photograph of a white man, bald headed, with two lightning tattoos tattooed on his throat.

It was the emblems of the SS, and on the body of a white man, with these insignions tattooed, then what kind of person he was, it is self-evident.

Emmett grabbed a handful of swarthy faces with his hands, and straightened his back a little.

Brock patted Emmett on the shoulder and sat down on the couch, "I've arrested this guy, white supremacy, old fritter who has been in prison a few times." ”

"What does he have to do with Procott."

Ethan sat down on the sheriff's desk and took a puff on his cigarette.

"This is the clue we just gathered, but in order to continue the interrogation scene, the sheriff and I decided not to tell you yet."

"According to the information provided by the informant, this Matt Sharp was in charge of driving Procott and transporting the pills."

"In Matt Sharp's mouth, we can get clues to Procco's special workshop."

Hearing Ethan's words, Brock and the others looked happy, and their bodies relaxed.

As long as there are clues, it is not a night of hard work.

Hood turned at Brock and asked, "You've captured this Matt Sharp, do you know where to find him?" ”

"Of course."

Brock nodded, "He and a few friends work at an abandoned car disposal plant. ”

"That's good." Hood stood up and tapped heavily on the table, "We'll go look for him tomorrow." ”

"Nope."

Siobhan hurriedly objected, "It's going to take a few days." ”

"Why?"

Hood was puzzled, he wanted to go over and arrest someone now.

"Please."

Siobhan shook his head: "I won't ask who you got the clue from just now." ”

"Just finished the interrogation tonight, and went to Matt Sharp the next day, are you worried that the person who is willing to give us clues will not die fast enough?"

Hood awkwardly withdrew his hand and sat back down.

Ethan shook his head, "Siobhan has a point, we can't be in such a hurry. ”

Miranda had just given them information and couldn't sell her.

Brock scratched his head and said:

"It's not a matter of a day or two to deal with Procott, we can have a harvest today, it's already very lucky, we can't be in a hurry."

"Let's muddy the waters and continue to harass Procot's other industries and make him miserable."

"After distracting his vision, it's time to go to Matt Sharp."

"Don't worry, he won't be able to run."

Several others agreed with Brock's idea, and Hood could only postpone finding Sharp for a few days.

When he got home, Ethan shook the key in his hand with a relaxed face.

Jaber sat on the hood of the yellow convertible with a dark face, "The next time you go to New York, you will count it as mine." ”

"Deal."

Ethan happily threw his phone to him, opened the door and walked in.

Over the next few days, Procott's slaughterhouse, shops, and clubs were raided in turn.

After the first day, Procott had dealt with all the irregularities in his industry, and he couldn't catch any sore feet.

Proct knew that this was Hood's reaction to Kate Moody's killing, and where there was a loss in business, he could only grit his teeth and accept it.

A few days later, the Banshee Town Police Department's actions against him gradually stopped.

Ethan drove past Oak Street when he looked at the roadside sign and pulled over.

Walking straight into Old Sam's Fishing and Hunting Shop, the brass bell at the door was ringing.

"Welcome."

Ethan walked to the counter and said to the old man with the white beard in the cowboy hat:

"Can you get some bullets for me?"

"Absolutely."

Looking at Ethan's dark blue uniform, the owner of the fishing and hunting shop replied relaxedly.

Ethan then reported the number of bullets and quantities needed for several types of firearms in his space, because he wanted a lot of them, and the owner of the fishing and hunting shop asked him to wait for a while and sort them in the counter.

"You look slowly, I'll take a look."

Anyway, it was fishing, he slapped the counter and walked inside.

When he came to a corner, he stopped.

Here, it is all fishing equipment, various fishing rods are densely erected on the shelves, and the booth next to it is full of wheels and various parts.

Ethan remembered the lake next to his house and was immediately interested.

It's just that what I'm playing here is not the same thing as what I used to play, and most of them are lure rods and throwing rods.

He rummaged through the bottom corners to find two boxes that had accumulated a thin layer of dust.

Wipe off the dust and look at it, it contains a black painted fishing rod, look at the packaging box brand is Shimano, and then look at the length logo, a 6.3 meters, a 7.2 meters.

There was no other option, so Ethan picked up the two poles and walked back to the counter.

"Sam, do you have accessories for these two sets?"

Old Sam stood up with his cowboy hat in his hand, and when he saw the fishing rod in Ethan's hand, he asked curiously:

"I've been purchasing these things for a few months, and I haven't been able to sell them, and the people in our town don't play this, will you use them?"

Ethan nodded, placing the rod box on the counter.

Old Sam said happily: "Okay, it's good to use it, I have the accessories and bait, since you want it, I'll give it all to you, it's cheaper for you." ”

"No problem."

The most important thing is to be complete, otherwise I will have to look for it when the time comes.

When it was time to settle the bill, Ethan was stunned for a moment, two fishing rods and accessories were much more expensive than a lot of bullets.

But now that I have a net worth of more than one million, I don't care, as long as I can add a little fun to myself.

After settling the bill, he walked out of the fishing and hunting shop with a large push of things.

As for the fishing license, anyway, it's just playing at the door of his own house, and if anyone has a spare egg pain and wants to call the police, let him report it.

As soon as I put things in the trunk of the police car, the radio went off.

"Ethan, where are you, it's time to talk to Matt Sharp."

(End of chapter)