My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After Ethan left Davis Bar, he did not contact Proctor immediately.

He turned the steering wheel and drove towards the police station.

After listening to Hood's story just now, he felt that his preparations were not safe enough.

At this time, Alma was the only one in the police station. Ethan handed her a bag of donuts he bought on the road, and then walked to the equipment room.

After some searching, Ethan grabbed two ceramic bulletproof inserts without hesitation.

After putting the ceramic bulletproof inserts on the front and back of the soft body armor, Ethan finally felt a sense of security. Although his waist was a little uncomfortable, he couldn't care less about it now.

After saying goodbye to Alma, he returned to the car and called Proctor.

A few minutes later, Ethan parked the car outside a tall factory building, with a freight train track not far away.

There is a signboard hanging on the high red brick wall with the words Proctor Slaughterhouse written on it. Boden is standing under the sign waiting for Ethan. He wears black-rimmed glasses, his hair is always shiny, and his suit is meticulous. .

There is also a bow tie tied at the collar. This outfit looks extremely weird standing in this place.

Seeing Ethan get out of the car, Boden's mouth twitched and he forced a smile, then turned around and walked inside with Ethan.

"Sorry, I just talked about something with my business partner and didn't have time to have lunch. I think you won't mind, right?"

In the slaughterhouse's operating room, Proctor sat next to a huge stainless steel operating table. He greeted Ethan with a knife and fork.

There was a plate of steak and a salt shaker placed on the operating table. Looking up, a huge hook hung, its sharp hook tip shining with cold light.

It's obvious that this place is used to cut beef.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Proctor, of course I won't mind."

Ethan took the chair that Boden brought over, thanked him and sat down.

"This is your first time coming to my slaughterhouse. The beef today is good. Do you want to try it?" Proctor skillfully cooperated with the knife and fork, cut a piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

"Then I won't be polite."

Proctor paused, then smiled again. He swallowed the food in his mouth, turned back to Boden who was standing behind him and said, "Boden, you're in trouble."

Boden nodded and turned to leave.

After Borden left, Proctor pulled off the napkin around his neck and asked with interest:

"I wonder what you want from me? You might as well just tell me."

"I'm in a little trouble. A group of people will come to Banshee Town in the next two days. I want to ask for your help."

Ethan didn't mince words and went straight to the point.

"Aren't you a town police officer? This kind of thing should be brought to your police chief. I don't understand why you came to me. I'm a good citizen who pays taxes according to the law."

"Don't say such superficial things. Hood is also one of the targets. We all need your help."

Proctor said nothing and slowly cut the beef.

Not long after, Boden approached with a plate and placed it in front of Ethan.

Ethan looked at the sizzling steak in front of him and moved his index finger. After thanking Boden, he picked up the knife and fork and ate it.

After Proctor slowly finished the steak in front of him, he thought carefully about it.

Although he didn't know what kind of trouble Ethan and Hood had encountered, the situation was serious enough to ask him for help. It was probably not a trivial matter, and there was no need for him to get involved.

Proctor put down his knife and fork and picked up his napkin.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a businessman. I shouldn't be able to help. I'm very sorry."

Ethan finished the food in front of him in a few moments, picked up the napkin next to the plate and wiped his mouth, looked directly at Proctor and said:

"I remember you said you owed me a favor."

"The night Cole was killed, he was at my house. I wonder if you still have an impression."

The movement of Proctor's hand stopped. After hesitating for a while, he reluctantly put down the napkin.

"You tell me the situation and I will only help you once. Then you tell Hood that he owes me a favor."

After Ethan walked out of Proctor's slaughterhouse, he breathed a sigh of relief. He sent a text message to Hood and went home to rest.

When he was sleeping soundly, the phone suddenly rang.

Ethan reached out to fumble around and grabbed the phone. Unexpectedly, it was Proctor calling, so he quickly answered the call.

"If I'm not mistaken, I think the group you mentioned has already arrived in town."

Proctor's short words made him feel sleepy.

"Where are you?"

After asking for Proctor's location, Ethan quickly got up, put on his equipment, and drove the Challenger quickly away from home.

He called Hood as he grabbed the steering wheel.

For some reason, Hood never answered, and then he called the number that Jiabo had left for him.

"Who is this?" Two seconds later, the call was connected and Jia Bo's voice rang.

"I'm Ethan, is Hood with you?" Ethan tilted his head and held the phone between his hands, holding the steering wheel firmly with both hands.

"No, I'm alone in the Valley Hotel now. What's wrong?"

"Rabbit's people are here, please notify Hood."

"Fake, why did you come so fast? Are you sure?" Jiabo's voice became panicked.

Ethan stepped on the brakes. Proctor was standing on the side of the road, with a black Iveco parked behind his Rolls-Royce.

"You inform me first and wait for my call back." Ethan hung up the phone.

He got out of the car and hurried toward Proctor.

"Mr. Proctor, can you tell me what's going on?"

"Half an hour ago, five cars entered Banshee Town. After buying some daily necessities in the town, they went to unknown places."

"According to the information provided by my friend, the person buying the supplies spoke with a Ukrainian accent."

"Five minutes ago, two of the cars appeared, heading towards the Banshee Town Police Station." Proctor looked at Ethan, "Do you need to know anything else?"

"No, thank you for your help."

Proctor nodded, "You're welcome. I just provided you with information, and the people in the car behind are helping you."

After speaking, Proctor left the scene in a Rolls-Royce.

After Ethan sent a message to Jiabo, he walked to Iveco and opened the side door. Looking at the scene in front of him, his pupils suddenly shrank.

In the carriage, Boden sat at the front, and behind him sat five burly men. Except for Boden, all of them wore black hoods, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

Each of them had an AK rifle in his hand, full of murderous intent.

Boden bent down and took out an AK and a hood from under the seat, and handed them to Ethan.

If he didn't take the gun, Ethan believed that Boden would kill him first without hesitation and then leave directly.

After taking two deep breaths, he took the AK and lifted his legs into the car.

Boden took off his glasses, folded them carefully, and put them in his pocket, removing the cover of the glasses. His eyes were like those of a dead person, lifeless.

He glanced at Ethan and pulled off the black hood.

Under the cover of darkness, Iveco drove quickly towards the Banshee Town Police Station.