Snitch

This sudden impact left Sharp with a bloody head, the windows of the windows cut his skin.With effort, he reached out and struggled to unbutton his seat belt, then went out the broken window. Seeing the people at the Iveco, he screamed in terror:— I did not betray Mr. Proctor!The door to the Iveco van opened, and two men jumped out of it dressed in black and ran to catch Sharp.He attempted to escape, but was quickly captured and thrown into the van, inside it, Burton took off his glasses with a grimace of contempt.—Mr. Sharp, why do you think we came to you because you betrayed Mr. Proctor?—I don't know, I said it randomly. I know they've been looking for all the drivers at the factory.Sharp realized he had made a mistake and was quick to explain himself.— bang!As Burton moved his fingers down, a gun butt hit him hard on the nape of the head, knocking him unconscious. The van emitted a burst of smoke and quickly left the scene.Soon after, a police car quickly arrived at the scene, they soon noticed Sharp's truck overturned on the side of the road, Hood stopped the vehicle, pulled out his gun, and approached the accident. Unfortunately, no one was inside; only a few bloodstains remained.He followed the trail to the edge of the road, and the blood dripping to the ground disappeared into thin air. Hood looked around. It was a rural road that led to the outskirts of the city. There were no surveillance facilities, so he had to put the gun back in its holster, someone had taken Sharp.Ethan was in Brock's car and quickly caught up with him.After searching the scene, the three people found some signs of struggle and concluded that Sharp had obviously been kidnapped, but everyone knew who had done it.Brock kicked the truck next to him. Ethan had already told him the whole story, and those damn almost ruined his chance to become a godfather. He couldn't wait to fire a couple more shots to vent his rage.As for Matt Sharp, all they could do now was issue a search warrant. But everyone knew that Sharp most likely never saw the sun rise again.Proctor SlaughterhouseThe normally occupied meat processing room was deserted at the time. In a corner of the room, a man hung precariously from a huge iron hook, from the rope that tied his wrists. From one moment to the next the side door opened and a man in a suit and leather shoes slowly entered, followed by a dog, a young German shepherd.Proctor walked to the corner and looked closely at the hanging man:— Is it Matt Sharp?—That's right.Burton came out of the shadows, holding a chair in his hand. He approached Sharp and left the chair. Proctor nodded and sat down again. The German Shepherd circled Matt, sticking out his tongue from time to time and licking Sharp's hanging toes.—Komm her! —Proctor screamed in German.The German shepherd was startled, approached obediently, and crouched at his feet. Burton drew half a bucket of water, rocked it hard, and poured it on Sharp. Sharp's head shook and woke up from the coma. He saw Proctor sitting not far away, and his pupils shrunk like needles moving violently.Although Proctor did not know him personally, Sharp knew very well who he was. Ignoring the pain in his shoulders, he wanted to say something, but his mouth was blocked and he could only moan.Proctor straightened up and asked Sharp:— Do you know me?Sharp nodded, still complaining.—That's fine. I know you want to talk, but could you wait a moment? —Proctor smiled and patted the German Shepherd —. My dog is hungry. Let him eat something first, is it okay for us to have talk later?Before he could say anything, Burton approached with a tie and tied it to his thigh with skill. Then he returned to the shadows and soon emerged again, wearing a transparent poncho and holding a chainsaw.Sharp tried to fight, but was tightly tied up. His chest rose and fell sharply, and he looked at Proctor with pleading eyes. Soon the terrifying noise of the chainsaw and the muffled screams of pain rang out, until they stopped after passing out.When he woke up again, the German shepherd at Proctor's feet was eating deliciously on a stainless steel plate filled with minced meat. Sharp looked down stunned and saw that half of his leg had disappeared, and the blood was still leaking.Burton removed the cloth from his mouth, and Sharp, pale, said:—I know who you are and I also know what I have done. Proctor asked calmly:— Who did you betray me to?—The Sheriff, Hood.Unexpectedly, it was actually Hood. A flash flashed in Proctor's eyes, and the hand that stroked the German Shepherd used some strength. The dog felt pain, but did not dare to complain; he could only continue chewing the meat on the plateHood was still the chief of police, no matter what. Proctor was a tiger on his land, but he could not attack a police chief. Proctor nodded loudly for Burton to understand.The German Shepherd noticed something and turned the stainless steel front plate while roaring excitedly, with saliva dripping from his teeth.— Beißen!Proctor screamed quickly in German, and the German Shepherd ran like an arrow, biting Sharp madly.Although they knew that Sharp was dead, they had to do what had to be done. Brock watched the scene, while Ethan and Hood went to the abandoned car processing plant for one last effort.As expected, the plant was empty. With no other choice, they returned and visited Meg at the hospital. When they arrived, Siobhan was standing outside the room, looking inward. He was still wearing his coffee stained uniform.Siobhan had waited a long time in the station lockers for Ethan and only learned of Meg's attack when Alma announced it to Brock and Hood. Desperate, she put on her wet uniform and went to the hospital.Seeing Ethan and the others arrive, Siobhan quickly asked:— Did you catch that bastard?—No, apparently we weren't the only ones looking for him. — Ethan shook his head and looked into the room.Inside the room was Emmett sitting by the bed, holding Meg's hand. When she noticed Ethan and the others returning, Emmett comforted her with a few words and left the room.Siobhan was the first to ask:— How is Meg?Emmett said gratefully:—It was just a minor injury and the child in his belly is fine.They all breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Meg had a large belly, and what worried them most was the boy inside her.Emmett walked over to Ethan with a scared look and gave him a big hug.—Ethan, Meg asked me to thank you.Ethan smiled and said:—You don't need to thank me, we are like family. I couldn't stay away watching those bastards hurt her.Emmett released his hand and asked, angrily:— Where's Matt Sharp?Ethan shook his head and explained the situation.Given this, no one could do anything else. However, the two men who had attacked Meg had been killed by Ethan, and Emmett was still furious.As soon as he got out of the hospital, Hood anxiously put Ethan in the car. Last time, Ethan and Miranda mainly communicated, and Hood feared being left out, so he insisted on taking Ethan with him.A few minutes later, the vehicle stopped in front of a simple house. At first glance, the economic conditions of the owner were not the best. An old Nissan was parked in front of the house, and a children's bicycle was resting against the wall.The two men looked at each other and walked down the small grass to the front door. Ethan called and stepped back a couple of steps.— Mommy, someone is knocking on the door! —A child's voice rang from the inside. Soon after, the curtain by the window ran, and Miranda appeared behind the glass.Ethan greeted her with a smile. Miranda opened the door, looked back suspiciously, and left. He crossed his arms, his face full of anger, and snapped at Hood:—You promised to send Proctor to prison. And now that?Ethan's smile faded, and he stepped aside. Hood replied, somewhat uncomfortable:—Believe me, I am trying to solve it.Miranda waved her hands, visibly upset.—You better hurry up. You don't know how worried I am. I suspect he already knows that it was I who leaked the information.Hood tried to reassure her:—Don't worry. There's no way he knows it was you. I still need more clues, something that links us directly to Proctor. Can you think of something?Miranda looked around, clenched her teeth and replied:—First of all, get that damn car away from here and don't show up at my door in that uniform. You understand?Ethan looked at himself and, realizing his mistake, apologized.—No problem, we will come back later.Miranda shook her head, exasperated.—Forget it, don't come back. If you have something to say, do it now.Ethan sighed and tightened his belt.—Last time you told me that Proctor used to date you several times a week. Maybe there's something useful you didn't notice.—That's right —Hood — intervened. It doesn't have to be illegal, but did you notice anything out of the ordinary at home?Miranda thought for a moment and rubbed her nose.—One night I saw several people carry long wooden boxes to the basement.Hood's eyes lit up.— What was in the boxes?— Why do you think I know? —Miranda replied, irritated.— What is the basement like?—I don't know. Proctor wouldn't let us roam the house.— Can you find a way to get into the basement and see what's in there?Miranda looked at him incredulously.— Are you kidding me? Do you realize what you're asking me? That is a death sentence.Hood was speechless. Miranda turned around and closed the door tightly. When Hood tried to call again, Ethan stopped him.—Leave her, she's already done everything she can.Hood looked at the door, frustrated.—It is not illegal to move boxes to the basement. We need sufficient evidence to request a search warrant.They both knew what those boxes probably contained, especially Ethan, who recalled the AKs that Proctor and Burton had the last time they went to rescue Hood. But without solid evidence, a hasty record could alert Proctor.Back in the car, silence reigned. After driving for a while, Ethan spoke.—Miranda is an ordinary person. You can't ask him to risk his life for us, he doesn't owe us anything.— What do you suggest? —Hood asked.Ethan put his hand to his forehead.— Have you forgotten who you are? If we confirm that the boxes contain illegal weapons, we can obtain an order.Hood got the idea.—But I will need your help.—Job is busy tracking Rabbit, I don't want to bother him with this. — Hood said.—Ask me for anything, let alone infiltrate. —Ethan raised a hand —. I am not good at it.Hood looked at him.—Proctor is usually at his Club at night. I need you to watch him as I walk into his house to confine what's in those boxes.—I can sacrifice myself. — Ethan said.—Of course, don't forget, you'll be there to watch Proctor's movements.That night, Ethan was filling out incident forms and using weapons, until he threw the pen in frustration. It was for a cup of coffee and then he went to the Sheriff's Office. Minutes later, he came out with a smile and a thousand dollars in his pocket.Meanwhile, Brock, bored, chewed donuts without much enthusiasm. He was at the station until his shift ended, since he had nowhere to go.Ethan, sipping his coffee loudly, approached.— What's up? —Brock asked, annoyed.Ethan sat down, and a bundle of bills peeked out of his pocket. Brock, always in need of money due to his ex-wife's alimony, couldn't help but look at him enviously.Ethan turned off Brock's computer and smiled.—You want to go with me to the Club, tonight I will go on my own. Are you coming or not?Brock, surprised, threw away the donuts and smiled.— Damn, of course I'm going!In the Savoy Gentlemen's ClubEthan waited half an hour until he saw Proctor and Burton appear through the door. He quickly pulled out his phone and quickly texted Hood. Then he raised his glass and toasted Brock, enjoying the spectacle of women moving sensually in front of them.After going to work the next day, the first thing Hood and Ethan did was go to the district attorney's office.Before long, the new district attorney, Alison Medding, who had replaced Gordon Hopewell after he became Mayor after the death of the previous one.—Sorry for the long wait. I was in a meeting a moment ago.Alison was wearing a custom-made black tank dress, with a silver jewelry necklace hanging from her neck. She didn't seem like a district attorney, but rather a high-profile worker from the corporate world.Ethan took a sip of coffee, smiled, and nodded.—It doesn't matter, we just got here.Hood adjusted his police uniform. Alison left a pile of papers on her desk, walked to the window, and pulled the rope to open the blinds. The sun shone, bathing her body and making her skin look like black satin.— What's wrong with them coming so early? —asked Alison.Hood looked at Ethan with appreciation. Then, after seeing Alison lie down in her chair, she cleared her throat.—We are here to request a search warrant.— Is the target? —she inquired.—The basement of Proctor's house.Hearing Hood's words, Alison crossed her legs and asked:— What is the reason for requesting a search warrant?—According to the information provided by the informant, there are a large number of firearms stored in the basement of Proctor's house.Alison narrowed her eyes. It was hard to believe what Hood said. Neither she, nor former District Attorney Gordon, nor the city's former mayor, Kendall, had managed to find solid evidence against Proctor, despite years of hard work. Hood now claimed to have a key witness and valuable information.— Who is your witness? —asked Alison, with a touch of curiosity.—For reasons of personal security, this should be kept confidential.— Will this witness testify in court?—For reasons of personal security, no.Alison turned the pen in her hand and asked inexpressively:—So how are you sure this witness doesn't lie?Hood adjusted his posture when sitting down.—The witness has seen weapons first hand, in addition to fearing for his life.Alison looked at Ethan and then back at Hood.—It just isn't enough. Evidence must be conclusive to convince the judge to sign a search warrant.Hood nodded and responded seriously.—My witness saw the weapons being transferred to the basement.The ballpoint pen that spun in Alison's hand fell off, rolling on the table. Hood's expression seemed sincere. If he managed to convict Proctor, his career could take a big leap.— Are you sure? —asked Alison, excited.Hood nodded and raised the corners of his mouth. Alison stood up.—Okay, well, I'm going to go find the judge right now. Go back and gather your team. As soon as we have the search warrant, we will begin the search.Kai Proctor's house.A Rolls-Royce was parked next to the large porch of Proctor's villa. The water droplets splashed and formed a rainbow. Burton held a hose and carefully washed the vehicle. He was wearing a tight white vest; the exposed parts of his skin were covered in scars and whiplash marks.Noticing the movement in the distance, Burton released the hose and looked toward the door. A cloud of dust rose into the air when several police cars quickly entered. Burton walked to the porch and blocked the main entrance, ready to prevent strangers from accessing.A series of thud blows rang as the vehicle doors closed. Ethan got out of the car, with his gun in hand. In front of the villa, along with the entire Banshee Town Police Department, there were also several county agents. Following Brock's suggestion, Hood had requested additional support.The hustle and bustle soon caught the attention of the occupants of the house, and Proctor left quickly. He looked at the group of policemen with cold eyes and murmured to Burton:—Call the lawyer.After a brief explanation, Proctor advanced to meet Hood.—Chief Hood, may I know what your visit is about? —asked calmly.Hood looked at the large group of officers behind him and stepped forward, coming face to face with Proctor.—Nothing in particular, but since you are always the one who comes to see me this time, I thought it would be polite to return the courtesy, so I brought my colleagues to greet.Hood smiled and hit Proctor's chest with a document.—Kai Proctor, we have a search warrant for the basement of your house. We will proceed with the search. Please cooperate.— What is the reason for the search? —Proctor asked, without losing his cool.—It is clearly written in the order. You can read it slowly, but now don't get in the way.Hood clapped Proctor and headed home without hesitation. Burton, who had finished the call, tried to stop them, but Hood pushed him away.—Stop.Proctor whispered low, and Burton loosened his fists.—If you keep blocking us, I'll shoot you in the head —Hood said, hitting Burton's glasses with his gun, with a contemptuous smile.Two county agents surrounded Proctor, preventing him from escaping. Hood and his team advanced into the basement. Once there, they found rows of shelves with bottles of wine, but nothing else. Disappointment and surprise were reflected in the eyes of the police.Proctor clasped his hands behind his back.—Chief Hood, I hope it is not illegal to have some alcohol at home. Do you have something to explain?Hood smiled and approached one of the shelves.—If you cooperate with us now, I could tell the prosecutor to help you with your conviction.Proctor watched as Hood examined the bottle rack, his hands tight behind his back.—Sorry, can you tell me what you're looking for.—Okay.Hood shrugged, then pushed hard into the bottle rack, which made a slight movement. Proctor's face remained calm, although his heart was pounding.— What is this? —Hood said, without taking his eyes off Proctor, enjoying the moment.He hit the wood on the shelf, to hear a bold sound.—Dong, dong, dong.A hollow sound echoed in the room.—I don't know about you but to me, that sounds like a fake door. — Hood said with a smile.With one last shake, the bottle rack slipped slowly, revealing a hidden opening.