The Sava Gentlemen's Club, which has ceased operations after last night's attack.

The neon lights on the exterior wall also dimmed, and many old drivers who came from afar left in disappointment when they saw the appearance of the renovation outside the door.

A blue pickup truck slowly stopped in the parking lot outside, and Hood saw a Rolls-Royce next to the club's door, and checked Glock in his hand with cold eyes.

In the back seat of the pickup, a travel bag is placed.

This time, Hood planned to shoot Proctor directly and leave Banshee Town.

This is the gift he left here before leaving.

Now that his identity has been exposed, the risk of staying has skyrocketed, and he has no intention of taking any more risks.

This time, he simply used his identity as a sheriff for the last time to do what he had always wanted to do.

Inserting Glock back into the midfield, he headed towards the club.

As a sheriff, there had just been a shooting here, and it was a very reasonable thing for him to come over and find out what was going on.

Procott's temporary security personnel also recognized who he was.

So Hood swaggered into the club without any hindrance.

Plastic sheeting was hung everywhere and scaffolding was erected.

Procott plans to take this opportunity to renovate the interior and raise it to the next level.

There was the sound of clanging and chainsaws everywhere, and the renovation workers were working overtime, not daring to complain, and everyone knew who it was for.

Procott and Rebecca are both at the club, losing money every day of work.

Borden has already gone to Philadelphia, and the channel over there has been returned, but the details still need to be discussed.

As Procott's closest confidant and most familiar with the work process, he can only go there, and Proctor is now only on bail and cannot leave the Banshee Town range.

Rebecca noticed Hood appearing, put down the drawing in her hand and greeted her:

"Sheriff, how can I help you?"

"It's none of your business." Hood stopped, and said with an unkind face:

"Stay away from me."

Proctor and his lawyer, Jackson, were talking, and he also saw Hood and came over impatiently:

"Sheriff, no matter what's going on, it's not a good time."

Hood saw Proctor approaching and pushed Rebecca out of the way, pulling Glock out with a backhand.

In the past few days, Procott's vigilance has long been pulled to the highest level, even though the other party is a sheriff, he has not relaxed his vigilance.

Seeing Hood raise his pistol, his eyes lit up, is it now that everyone is so blatant against himself?

Proctor didn't run away and quickly cut forward.

He tilted his head to avoid the muzzle of the gun, and reached for Hood's arm.

"Bang."

The muzzle of the gun grazed his ear, and the violent sound made his ears ring, and half of his ears were suddenly deaf, and he could only hear a shrill buzzing sound.

Rebecca didn't expect Hood to shoot suddenly, and the whole person was stunned.

"Bastard."

Proctor scolded angrily, grabbed Hood's hand and forced, and the two of them got into a corner.

There were a few more gunshots, and under the scramble of both sides, Hood's fingers pulled the trigger uncontrollably, and the bullets flew everywhere.

Workers who were working on the construction also jumped from the scaffolding and fled in a hurry.

Jackson looked anxiously at the security personnel on the side: "What are you still stunned about, call the police." ”

The security personnel looked at the muzzles of the guns waving everywhere, and hurriedly hugged their heads and ran away:

"This is the sheriff, who to call the police?"

"Fake, Banshee Town Police Department, I'm going to take your pants away."

Jackson quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed the police.

Rebecca stepped forward to dissuade her, but was knocked to the side by the two of them, knocked on her scaffolding, and suddenly had stars in her eyes.

"Ahh

Proct roared and shoved Hood backwards, grabbing his arm and slamming it the table.

Glock drops off his hand. Fly into the clutter behind the desk.

Hood gritted his teeth and turned and threw a hook to Procott's head.

The ears were hit hard again, and the tinnitus was even worse.

Proctor staggered back a few steps before being kicked over by Hood.

"Farkyu, Procott, today is your last day." Hood turned and threw himself at the table, his pistol close at hand.

Procott stood up and slammed into Hood with a flying pounce.

"Bang."

The wooden table used for construction was directly smashed by the waist, and Hood also slammed to the ground.

Both of them were dizzy for a moment and struggled to get up.

Proctor lunged at Hood again, holding his waist and slamming him onto the dance floor in the middle.

"Bang."

Hood's head hit the pipe, and his eyes blackened.

"Fakyu, you trash."

Proctor punched Hood in the face, and the moment the flesh was smashed by the fist, a ripple rippled and a tooth flew away.

"Shet."

Hood let out a cry of pain and turned back to give Proctor a hook that slammed into his ear again.

The two threw themselves together again and grabbed each other's necks.

For a while, they pushed and bumped into each other in the middle of the dance floor, and they all pinched each other.

Procott stumbled to his feet, and the two of them rolled over and fell off the dance floor, smashing a nearby workbench to pieces with a thud.

The tools on the wooden table were also knocked off and scattered to the ground, clinking.

Hood reached out and quickly groped to the side, grabbed a hammer and smashed it into Procott's head.

"Hood."

A shout rang out.

Brock flew in from the side, knocking Hood to the side, hammer slamming into Procott's head.

Looking at the hammer's chiseled tiles, Procott broke out in a cold sweat.

But just now, the most dangerous thing was actually Hood.

Rebecca had locked onto Hood with her Glock 43 and was about to pull the trigger when Brock suddenly appeared and threw him aside.

Otherwise, don't mention what will happen to Procot, and Hood will surely die.

Jackson noticed the pistol Rebecca had taken out, and when he saw the town police appear, he quickly dodged in front of her, and quickly waved her to put the gun away.

Rebecca hatefully shoved her pistol back into her thigh holster and stood up with her head pressed against it, slammed into a large bag.

Brock looked at the two men lying on the ground panting, and felt only a headache.

As a result of the events of the past two days, as well as the destruction of Tommy Ritstone's body and the death of two more Red Bones, Procot's Sava Gentlemen's Club has become the focus of patrols.

As soon as he arrived near Sava in his police car, he received a call from Alma saying that there had been an attack in Savoie.

I thought it was the Red Bone Gang who came to trouble Proctor again, but as soon as I came in, I saw Hood holding a hammer and trying to scuttle Proctor to death.

Brock was in a hurry, so he could only pounce on him.

"Come, get up."

Brock reached out to Procott and pulled him up.

"Are you alright?" Brock looked at Hood again.

After seeing Hood nod, he immediately took out the handcuffs from his duty belt:

"Kai Procot, you're now arrested for assaulting a police officer."

(End of chapter)