Just as Proct went to look for Hood, inside the Canyon Motel, Carly woke up early.

Since her release from prison, she and Gordon have been separated.

Knowing that she was at a loss, she took the initiative to move out and came to the motel alone.

After a brief wash, she took advantage of the little time before going to work to drive back to this place that was once extremely familiar, but now it has become unfamiliar.

Carly cleaned up her mood and pushed the door open and walked briskly towards the house.

At this time, the two children must be having breakfast in the kitchen, and she just wants to put her things in as soon as possible and leave.

Hearing the sound of Tifa and Max talking from inside the house, Carly's fingers trembled as she inserted the key into the lock.

I don't know what's going on, I'm even more nervous than opening that damn safe last night.

She quietly pushed open the door and made her way to the living room.

Without the hostess, the house was in shambles, and clothes were thrown everywhere.

She sighed, took out a large paper bag from her satchel, and placed it on the chair where Gordon usually sits.

As she walked out, she couldn't control herself again and stopped around the corner.

Carly's eyes were red when she saw young Max eating breakfast quietly by herself, and her sister Tifa was at the cupboard on the side, standing on tiptoe to reach for the milk carton on top.

She wiped away her tears and walked briskly outside.

As soon as he touched the doorknob, a deep voice sounded behind him.

"What is this?"

Carly turned slowly, Gordon holding the paper bag she had just put down, and flicking a few stacks of bills in her hand.

Facing this wife who suddenly appeared and threw down a large bag of money, Gordon looked solemn.

Carly whispered, "That's Max's medical bills." ”

"Where did you get all that money?" Gordon took a few steps forward, the bag in his arms heavy.

"You won't want to know." Carly shook her head and said, "Take it and treat Max." ”

She unlocked the door and wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Gordon's face was complicated, and his hand holding the paper bag tightened, and after a while, he still asked:

"Have you had breakfast?"

Carly couldn't believe what she was hearing, and covered her mouth in surprise:

"Are you sure?"

Gordon sighed and nodded.

No matter what, this is always the mother of two children, what else can she do, she can only give her another chance for the sake of the child.

Procott's Rolls-Royce stopped in front of Davis's bar, and with Procout's abilities, it wasn't difficult to find out where the sheriff's car was parked.

After getting out of the car, he smoothed his suit and strode towards the bar door.

Hood was eating eggs at the bar, chatting with Candy without a word.

Neither of them was in the mood because of what had happened last night, when the wooden door of the bar was pushed open, and they looked outside at the same time.

Candy saw Procott appear at the door and stood up nervously:

"Good morning, Kai."

Procott ignored the candy and walked to the middle of the bar.

Borden followed closely behind him, staring at the two men inside, especially Hood.

"I can understand the club thing, if my employees are engaged in illegal activities, it's normal for you, as a sheriff, to take action."

Proctor approached the bar and looked at Hood, "Now you don't even let go of my slaughterhouse, what do you want to do?" ”

Candy breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Proctor had found out that it was their factory that had been fried.

He hurriedly took out a glass and poured whiskey on it and put it in front of Procott.

"I don't know what you're talking about, if you're here to call the police." Hood looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, "I'm sorry, it's not time to go to work yet." ”

After speaking, he used his fork to flick the inside of the plate a few times, and forked up a piece of egg and put it in his mouth.

Proctor didn't mean to touch the whiskey at all, he folded his hands in front of his chest, looked at Hood condescendingly, and said:

"Now my slaughterhouse is full of rotting beef."

"What's in it good for you to spoil my flesh, is it because of that woman named Kate?"

Hood gulped down the eggs, glanced at Proctor nonchalantly, and said indistinctly:

"Mr. Procout, if you don't have any evidence, beware of me slandering you."

"Don't play dumb. If you want to avenge the woman named Kate, I understand that the loss of the slaughterhouse, if it can calm the sheriff's anger, I think it will be worth it. ”

Procott curled his fingers and tapped the countertop hard to continue: "Our relationship is too complicated, I like to keep it simple, and I hope you will accept my kindness." ”

Hood grabbed his fork and stood up.

He looked at Borden, who was standing in the distance, and Borden kept his hands behind him.

He looked at Procott again, up and down.

Hudepi said with a smile: "You are wrong, our relationship has always been simple. ”

"I'm a cop, you're a criminal, it's as simple as that."

As the words fell, Candy held her breath and looked nervously at Procott.

After half a ring, Procott couldn't help but laugh out loud.

As Procott laughed, Candy glanced down uncontrollably, and a double-barreled shotgun was set up under the bar.

The faint impulse was quickly suppressed by him, and he murmured:

"Kai, please, don't do that."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Procott suddenly changed from a smile to a blank face.

The hand that was tapping on the countertop flicked hard, and the cup in front of him flew up suddenly.

"Bang"

The cup hit the wall and broke into several pieces.

Whisky spills on the ground, and the characteristic aroma spreads.

Candy's heart beat violently, and he swallowed with difficulty.

Proctor didn't look at Hood at all, the corners of his mouth went up, and he reached out and nodded at the candy:

"I'm disappointed in you, Candy."

With that, he left the bar with Borden.

Back in the car, Proct was silent for a while, this time he also wanted to test Hood's attitude, but he didn't expect him to be determined to oppose him.

Looking at the flickering scenery outside the window, he shook the wine on his sleeve:

"Boden, the slaughterhouse is closed today, bring all the drivers who delivered our goods during this time back to the slaughterhouse."

Now he suspects that his own factory was also made by Hood.

Borden tugged at his glasses and nodded.

Candy silently picked up the broom, swept the broken glass together, and emptied it into the trash: "It's a very risky thing to be friends with you. ”

Hood tossed the fork onto the plate, and the remaining eggs were in no mood to eat any more.

"With his methods, Matt Sharp can't resist his torture."

Candy clubbed the broom and said, "That means Procott will soon know that you did it, are you ready?" ”

"Nope."

Hood grabbed his belt and walked out of the bar, "So I'm going to do it first." ”

Candy poked the broom, looked at the empty bar, and shook his head helplessly.

(End of chapter)