Hood looked at his panicked face and reached back.

Sharp stiffened and looked at him incredulously.

Hood gritted his teeth and slowly increased the strength in his hand, and the blood vessels in Sharp's brain burst out, and his face turned red.

After only a few seconds, Sharp instantly drooled:

"Shet, let it go, you damn pervert."

"To say or not to say?"

Hood's five fingers squeezed hard.

Sharp slammed his head to the ground, and the pain was so intense that he couldn't bear it anymore, and he screamed:

"Say, say anything."

"Tell me everything you know." Hood saw that he was honest, and his clenched hand loosened a little.

"I'm just a driver, and I usually work at night." Sharp breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly:

"Usually when I get a notice, I go to the factory."

"At that time, the factory people had already put the pills in the car and hid them, and all I needed to do was drive the car to Philadelphia."

Hood pressed his other hand to his neck, his eyes fixed on Sharp.

"And then?"

"The people at the factory will give me an address, usually in some public parking lots, and I will park the car in the designated parking space, leave the keys in the car, and leave directly."

"Who are the people who came to pick up the car?"

Sharp gasped and said:

"I've never seen anyone come to pick up the car, and if I stay in the car, I will be killed by the people who come by without hesitation, understand?"

"There will be a strict procedure throughout the transfer process, and everyone will only know what part of their job."

Hood asked with a cold face, "Is it Proctor who notified you and the person who gave you the delivery address?" ”

Sharp hurriedly shook his head: "No, he's a big shot, let alone transportation, I've never even met Procott." ”

"Don't try to lie to me."

Hood gritted his teeth and grabbed it harder.

Sharp exclaimed excitedly, "Fakyu, I swear to God, I told you everything I knew. ”

Seeing that his expression didn't look like he was lying, Hood had to ask one last question:

"Where is the factory?"

Seeing his hesitation, Hood grabbed it again, and Sharp's painful tears flowed out.

"Fake, it's in the brick factory on the outskirts of town."

Hood let go of his hand and slapped Sharp's flushed face twice with satisfaction.

After Ethan removed Emmett's shoe prints, Brock walked over with his stomach covered.

Emmett touched the swollen corners of her mouth and asked Brock:

"Do you need to torture the two of them?"

"No need."

The T-shirt man's punch just now hit Brock very hard, and he covered his stomach and said:

"It's a waste of time to bring it back."

He kicked the strong man in a black vest lying on the ground, turned and walked in the direction Sharp had fled.

When the three of them arrived at the parking lot, Hood was standing up from Sharp.

Noticing their presence, Hood turned and walked over and nodded at them.

Emmett looked at Sharp, who struggled to stand up, and said:

"Don't you really have to control them? In case they ran to inform Procott. ”

"No, you don't."

Hood patted Emmett on the shoulder: "The other two don't know what we're looking for Sharp, and Sharp doesn't dare to go to Procott." ”

"In comparison, I think he's more afraid we'll say his name in front of Procott."

With that, Hood turned back to Sharp and smiled.

Sharp shuddered, subconsciously covering between his legs.

Emmett walked last as he left, and he glanced back at Sharp to find that the new ** was staring at him with a look of resentment.

Emmett shook her head and smiled, turning to walk away quickly.

Back in the police car, the three of them looked at Hood.

Hood took out his cigarettes and distributed them, lit them and said, "Brick factory on the outskirts of town." ”

Emily nodded and started the car with a cigarette, and the police car crushed the smoke and left the abandoned car disposal plant.

More than 20 minutes later, the police car came to a distant stop near the brick factory.

They walked forward for a few minutes, stooping quickly to a remote corner, surrounded by piles of red bricks.

Ethan squatted down and looked inside, the factory was fenced with barbed wire, it didn't look big, there were four or five workshops.

Judging by the mottled facades of the buildings, it has been in operation for many years.

The sound of machines working in the factory area came from time to time, and from time to time someone drove a forklift to transport red bricks through it.

Hood bent over the barbed wire, his eyes like eagles, scanning the inside of the factory.

His gaze fell on all corners of the factory, and a sneer appeared on his face.

Emmett looked at the vehicles coming and going, and said suspiciously:

"As a factory for independence, this place is too hidden, right?"

"That's exactly what Proctor needs." Hood rolled his gaze, and he stretched out his arm to point inside.

"I saw those corners, all of them were equipped with cameras."

Brock heard Hood's words and tried to grab the barbed wire and get closer to see it better.

Hood glanced at the three-meter-high barbed wire in front of him, "All of them are electrified. ”

Brock withdrew his hand, scratched his head, and took two steps back.

Hood finally pointed to the side door of one of the factories, "There is security up there. ”

"Sharp didn't lie to me, this is indeed Procott's factory, and a red brick factory will not be equipped with these things."

Emmett was half-crouching, he looked at several places that Hood was pointing, and nodded convincingly:

"Sheriff, how do you know these things, you can tell at a glance."

Hood was silent for a while, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "You just think I've seen more." ”

Ethan picked up a grass stalk and wanted to put it in his mouth, but hesitated and threw it away:

"So what should we do now?"

Hood took a few steps back and bent over.

"Even if you apply for a search warrant, it will take a while, so let's go back and find out whose name this brick factory is."

Brock saw several wolfdogs chained inside, and hurriedly followed Hood's pace:

"That sounds good."

The next day, the sheriff's office was filled with smoke.

Since Siobhan was resting, there were still a few people in the office from yesterday.

"The real estate register indicates that the owner of the brick factory and the land is a company called Unruly Flowers, and Procott has nothing to do with it."

Emmett sighed and put the papers in his hand on the sheriff's desk, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Hood took the document and pursed his lips to look at the information on it.

Ethan took a sip of his coffee, "It's just a shell company, it's useless." ”

"If you want to charge Prokote with independence, then you must arrest him red-handed when he appears in the factory."

(End of chapter)