Looking at the secret door that Hood slowly pushed open, Procott's hand on his back suddenly clenched, and then slowly opened again.

He just stood there and stared at Hood with a blank face.

At this point, he didn't struggle pointlessly, and said coldly, "It doesn't mean anything. ”

Hood smirked: "You are wrong, for many people, it means a lot of things. ”

Ethan walked to the door of the chamber, and it was pitch black.

He pressed the switch next to him curiously, and he had been asking all the time last night, but Hood was unwilling to tell him what was inside, which filled him with curiosity.

The lights flickered a few times, and the secret room instantly became bright.

Opposite the doorway, there was a small cross hanging on the wall, and under the cross, there was a half-opened scripture.

Ethan stepped in, and the scene in front of him made him dumbfounded.

It's not just a matter of keeping guns, it's a small arsenal, and Jabber's stuff can't be used compared to here.

On the butt next to the cross, ten AR15s were arranged in a row.

Above the AR15, hang several cold weapons.

Machetes, nunchucks, maces, and even a few Ming Dynasty style swords.

Looking to the side, on the other side of the wall are more than a dozen antique guns of various shapes, one of which is a rifle with an elongated barrel that is two meters long.

"Generous gifts."

Brock and Emmett walked in, and Brock exclaimed.

Ethan swallowed as he looked underneath the antique guns.

Twenty or thirty round gadgets, sitting quietly on a wooden table, dozens of egg-shaped grenades, and I don't know where Proctor got so many of these things.

Needless to say, there were dozens of pistols of all kinds on the other table, and the ammunition boxes in the corners were stacked high.

Ethan couldn't help but wipe a handful of sweat, no wonder Candy kept emphasizing that he couldn't attack Procott.

He stepped forward and picked up a sword, grabbed the hilt and pulled it hard, revealing the sharp blade.

Putting down his sword, Ethan walked to the door with an AR15 in his hand: "Mr. Procott, do you have a license to hold these firearms?" ”

Procot's mouth was closed and he didn't say anything.

Hood walked up to him and said with a smile in his eyes:

"Kai Procott, you're arrested."

"You have the right to remain silent, and if you don't remain silent, then everything you say can be used as evidence in your court."

"You have the right to a lawyer at trial, and if you can't afford to pay the lawyer's fees, the court will appoint one for you, do you fully understand your rights?"

God knows how long Hood practiced last night for these few words.

As soon as the words were spoken, he suddenly felt extremely happy.

Procott also did not speak, allowing the county police to handcuff him and escort him out.

Hood shook his head, not waiting for Procott's anger to make him feel a little less interesting, but the purpose was achieved.

For the rest of the day, Hood and the county police temporarily took Proct into custody at the town jail, and then went to the district attorney's office to discuss the next steps with Alison Madin.

Ethan and a few people from the Banshee Town Police Department took pictures of everything in this secret room, and then moved them outside.

The weapons here need to be registered, which will be used as evidence in court when the time comes.

All the guns were sent for inspection, and illegal possession of them would have kept Proct on the move, and it would have been even more troublesome if they were detected at the crime scene.

For the first time, Ethan felt like carrying firewood, and after a few trips, a layer of fine sweat came out.

Especially the dozens of grenades, Emmett and Brock carefully placed the grenades in a wooden box filled with filling, and then carried them out of the villa together.

With a mace in his left hand and a meteor hammer in his right, Siobhan looks like a female bandit.

As Borden watched angrily, they went back and forth until they emptied Procott's small arsenal.

The four police cars returned with a full load, and when they returned to the police station, they also attracted a curious crowd of onlookers.

Emmett and Ethan sorted the weapons around them, Siobhan wrote the labels, and Brock hung the labels on the weapons and placed them in the iron cage next to them.

Ethan picked up a beautifully shaped sword, grasped the hilt, and pulled it out.

Cold weapons are also the dreams of countless men, and he is no exception, who would have thought that in Procott's arsenal, there would be a few swords.

If he knew, he would have infiltrated with Hood last night, and he would have to take a step.

The blade is sharp, and the cold light shines.

Ethan took a few steps to the side and couldn't help but dance.

With the blessing of terrifying power, the long sword swiped rapidly, making a whizzing sound of breaking through the air.

Ethan grinned, if he had such a sword when he was a child, he could split the flowers and plants on the side of the road.

Siobhan picked up a mace, struck it twice on the iron cage next to him, and said angrily:

"Hey, Jackie Cheng, can you get serious about your work?"

"Got it."

Ethan had no choice but to stop, put his sword into its sheath, and reluctantly handed it to Siobhan.

After a while, Hood walked in with a relaxed footstep:

"How's it going? Gordon said he would send someone to pick it up tomorrow morning. ”

"It should be done tonight." Ethan picked up a revolver, the caliber of which felt like a rhinoceros could kill with one shot.

"That's good."

Hood picked up the longest antique gun and glanced at it, the barrel of which was more than two meters long and unusually heavy.

He shook his head, put down his spear, and said with a smile:

"I didn't expect Procott to like to collect weapons, everyone has his hobby, right?"

"It's not a hobby, it's a perversion." Brock held up the object in his hand, and above the handle was a meter-long iron chain, and at the end of the chain was a fist-sized ball covered with iron thorns.

Hood smashed his tongue and reached out to weigh the iron ball, and it was not difficult to imagine what the consequences would be if this thing fell on a person.

Emmett struggled to lift a long, flat wooden box filled with bullets.

After breathing a sigh of relief, he asked Hood:

"How's the communication going with the District Attorney?"

Hood held his belt with both hands and said excitedly, "It's good, Alison thinks we have enough evidence this time." ”

"At least for the crime of illegal possession of firearms, Procott will not be able to escape."

As they talked, Ethan looked at the box that had been set aside, and there were several folders in addition to a few odds and ends.

These things were all searched in the secret room, and Ethan picked up a folder and opened it casually.

After flipping through a few pages, a smile appeared on Ethan's lips.

(End of chapter)