The next day at work, the first thing Hood and Ethan did was go to the district attorney's office.

It didn't take long for Alison Madin, the new black female district attorney, to hurriedly open the door.

"I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a long time, I'm in a meeting just now."

Alison wore a well-tailored black sleeveless skirt with a string of silver jewelry around her neck, looking less like a magistrate and more like a high-class white-collar worker.

Ethan took a sip of his coffee, smiled and nodded to her.

"It's okay, we've just arrived." Hood straightened out his police uniform.

Alison put down a stack of papers at her desk, then walked over to the window and pulled the rope to open the blinds.

The sun shone in and fell on her, and her delicate skin was like black satin.

"Is there anything you can do here so early?"

Hood looked at it appreciatively, and when Alison sat back in his chair, he cleared his throat:

"We're here to apply for a search warrant."

"The goal?"

"Procott's Basement."

Hearing Hood's words, Alison crossed Erlang's legs: "What is the reason for applying for a search warrant?" ”

Hood said confidently: "According to the information provided by the informant, there are a large number of firearms stored in the basement of Procott's house. ”

Alison's eyes narrowed, she couldn't believe what Hood was saying.

He and his former District Attorney Gordon and former Mayor Kendall worked hard for several years, but they couldn't find Procott's conclusive evidence.

Now Hood was able to find witnesses and provide such important information.

Alison couldn't help but be a little curious:

"Who are your witnesses?"

"For personal safety reasons, this needs to be kept secret."

"Will this witness testify in court?"

"It's also for personal safety reasons, no."

Alison turned the pen in her hand and asked expressionlessly, "Then how can you be sure that this witness is not cheating?" ”

Having just become a district attorney, she didn't want to act rashly without conclusive evidence.

Having already touched Gray on Procott too many times, she didn't want to go back without success again.

"I'll just say that."

Hood adjusted his sitting position: "The witness has a very strong will to send Proctor to prison. ”

Alison glanced at Ethan, then glared at Hood:

"It's just that I can't hear about it, and the evidence must be conclusive so that I can convince the judge to sign the search warrant."

Hood nodded and said with a serious face:

"My witnesses saw the guns being moved into the basement."

"Smack".

There was a soft thud.

Allison's spinning pen flew to the side, scrolling on the table.

Hood's expression doesn't look fake, as long as he can successfully convict Proko, he can also write a new stroke on his resume.

Her voice was slightly excited: "Are you sure? ”

Hood bowed his head, the corners of his mouth raised.

Alison stood up and said very dryly:

"Okay, I'll go to the judge now, you go back and gather people, as soon as you get the search warrant, start the search immediately."

Procott's villa, next to the wide porch, was parked with a Rolls-Royce.

The mist of water sprays, creating a rainbow.

Borden was holding a water hose and rinsing it seriously at the vehicle in front of him.

He was wearing a white tight-fitting vest, and the exposed places were covered in scars and whip marks.

Noticing movement in the distance, Borden dropped the hose and looked towards the gate.

Smoke and dust kicked up, and the next moment, police cars drove in at high speed.

He walked quickly to the porch and blocked the front door, looking like no one was allowed to enter.

There was a series of dull doors closing, and Ethan stepped out of the car with his pistol.

In front of the gate of the villa, in addition to the Banshee Town Police Station, which was fully dispatched, there were also several county police officers, and at Brock's suggestion, Hood asked for support from the county police.

The movement quickly caught the attention of the people in the room, and Proctor walked out quickly.

He looked at the group of policemen standing in front of his house with gloomy eyes, and whispered to Boden:

"Call a lawyer."

After Proctor gave a brief explanation, he walked up to Hood: "Sheriff Hood, I don't know what is the matter with you bringing so many people to my house?" ”

Hood glanced back at the group behind him, stepped forward unceremoniously, and stood face to face with Procott:

"It's nothing, just remember, I've been a sheriff for so long, and you've always visited me, and I've never visited you."

"After thinking about it, I think it's still polite to be a man, so I brought my colleagues over to say hello to you."

Hood grinned and slapped the paper in his hand on Procott's chest:

"Kai Procot, we have a search warrant for the basement of your house, and now we want to search the inside, please cooperate."

"What is the reason for the search?" Proctor asked lightly.

"It's clearly written, you can read it slowly."

Hood patted Procott and led the way to the house.

Borden put down the phone to block it, but was pushed away by Hood.

"Stop."

With Procott's low snort, Borden let go of his clenched fist.

"If you still have this kind of action, I'll shoot you in the head." Hood tapped his pistol at Borden's glasses, a sneer on his lips.

Two county police officers clamped around Procott to prevent him from escaping.

With a blank face, he followed Hood into the house, hoping to see what he could find in his house.

Led by Hood, the group walked straight to the basement.

The basement is unobstructed, with several rows of large wine shelves dotted with wines, but nothing else.

Everyone looked at each other, and all eyes converged on Hood.

Procott put his hands behind his back and said in a cold tone:

"Sheriff Hood, I don't know what you're searching for, I hope it won't be illegal to store some alcohol in your home."

"Is there anything you'd like to explain?"

Hood smiled and walked to the wine rack against the wall and said, "If you cooperate, the magistrate may consider your cooperation at that time." ”

Seeing Hood prop his hands up to the wine rack, Procott's hands clenched behind his back:

"Sorry, I didn't know what you were looking for."

"Okay."

Hood shrugged his shoulders and pushed his arm hard, and the wine rack made a slight movement.

Procout's face was impassive, but his heart was lifted.

"Wait a minute, what is this?" Hood never took his eyes off Procott's face, enjoying the moment unusually well.

He turned around and tapped on the board inside the wine rack.

"Knock knock."

A hollow sound echoed through the basement.

"I don't know what you think it sounds like." Hood grinned, "But how does this seem like a door to me." ”

Under Procott's incredulous gaze, Hood casually knocked on the wine rack a few times, reaching out and slamming it hard into one of the corners above.

"Click."

After a soft sound, the rack slowly moved inside.

(End of chapter)