My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

When Emmett said that they were all little white trash, the strong man in the black vest in front of him clenched his fists.

Hood paced back and forth, scratched his chin and said, "You can't take action when you are scolded. Is this still stipulated in the self-defense agreement?"

"That's right." Hood raised his head and said to the people in front of him with a smile on his face:

"I forgot to tell you that his wife is white. Isn't she a perfect match?"

The three white supremacists instantly cast their sights on Emmett. If their gazes could turn into arrows, Emmett would have been pierced by thousands of arrows.

Ethan frowned at this time, Hood shouldn't say such things.

Although they all want to anger these people, but in another way, he said that, Emmett will be remembered by these white supremacists, and his family will be vulnerable to retaliation.

At this time, Emmett spread his hands and raised his eyebrows at the person in front of him.

The strong man in the black vest clenched his cheeks like an enraged bull. He stretched out his arm and punched Emmett in the face.

The punch landed hard on the face, but Emmett stood there and swallowed it hard, just moving his head along with the fist.

He turned around and bared his sharp white teeth at the strong man in the black vest.

"It now constitutes a self-defense agreement."

"Fakeyu, Nico."

The man in the vest saw the blood between Emmett's teeth, cursed angrily, and punched out again with strong wind.

Emil quickly ducked and swung a left hook to his ribs.

Seeing this, the man in the T-shirt rushed forward with a big wrench.

Brock immersed himself in the collision and hit him first, knocking him away. The two of them landed next to an abandoned car.

At this time, Sharp took the opportunity to spread his legs and run away.

"Shet"

Hood cursed secretly and quickly chased after him.

Emmett and the man in the vest were about the same size. They stood there like two bulls, spreading their arms and punching each other.

Brock successfully pushed the man in the T-shirt to the ground and punched him in the face in excitement.

Unfortunately, his figure was too clumsy, and his belly affected his performance. The fist he threw out was easily dodged by the man in the T-shirt underneath him.

Instead, the man in the T-shirt put his arm around his shoulders and pushed Brock down.

The two of them instantly changed positions, and the man in the T-shirt punched Brock with a pop.

"ah..."

Brock screamed in pain and watched helplessly as the huge fist hit his eye socket again. He closed his eyes and shouted.

"Ethan, save me."

There was a loud "bang", and Brock trembled all over and quickly opened his eyes.

The man in the T-shirt in front of him had disappeared. Ethan stood astride him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ethan originally followed Hood to catch up, but he didn't expect that Brock was knocked to the ground in two or three attempts and even received a punch.

He stopped and turned back.

When Brock shouted his name, Ethan kicked him.

The stiff combat boots struck with great force, hitting the man in the T-shirt hard on the face and kicking him away.

The force of the impact knocked his head sideways and hit the car with a bang. The man in the T-shirt held his head and groaned in pain.

After the man in the vest and Emmett exchanged a few punches, Emmett's powerful and heavy fist hit him so hard that stars appeared in his eyes.

Emmett easily dodged the punches he threw one after another. Emmett hit him with an uppercut on the chin, causing his head to buzz.

Emmett took advantage of his illness to kill him, held the bald man with both hands and rushed towards the car shell next to him.

"boom."

A crater was instantly dented in the car shell. After being hit hard, the bald man in a vest lay on the ground and twitched.

Emmett stepped forward, kicked him hard on the butt, and let out a relieved sigh.

Ethan stretched out his arm and pulled Brock up. "You should be able to handle this kind of thing easily. Is this a mistake?"

Brock dusted himself off and said helplessly:

"I can't help it. There are too many stones on the ground and my feet will be slippery."

Ethan gave him a thumbs up in his mind. As long as he was given a pole, he could slide down with a little swipe, and his skills on getting off the stage were perfect.

He walked to the other side and said, "Emmett, are you okay?"

"It's never been better."

Emmett turned around, wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and showed a comfortable smile.

As a black man, even if he is a police officer, it is common for him to encounter large and small discrimination when he is on duty.

He felt extremely relieved to be able to severely beat these white supremacists who had made discrimination obvious.

Ethan stepped forward and looked at the strong man in a black vest lying on the ground, with a huge boot print on his pants.

He stretched out his foot unceremoniously and kicked it several times, blurring the boot prints.

Hood chased Sharp backwards and into an open parking lot.

It was filled with densely packed abandoned vehicles. Sharp panicked and scurried around like a rat.

He stopped moving as he emerged from an abandoned vehicle.

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun in front of him, a drop of sweat flowed from his forehead.

"Run."

Hood clicked on the Glock in his hand, "Why don't you keep running."

Sharp raised his hands, curled his lips and took two steps back.

"What do you want to know, Cop."

Hood sneered and said: "Since you are not going to run away again, then tell everything you know about Proctor's making of pills."

After Sharp ran for a while, his bald head was stained with sweat. He smiled and wiped his forehead, then put his hands down.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Sharp shook his head and took two steps forward. He put his bare forehead on the muzzle of the gun and looked directly at Hood. "Kill me if you can."

"All right."

Hood shook his head and put down the pistol.

Just when Sharp breathed a sigh of relief, Hood flew up and hit him between the legs.

"Fakeyu."

Sharp screamed, his legs twisted unnaturally, and he fell to his knees.

"Let me remind you."

"You're a delivery driver." Hood held his bald head and knocked Sharp over with a punch.

"You start from Banshee Town and deliver goods to Philadelphia."

Hood helped him up and punched him again. Blood spattered and dyed the grass on the side red.

Sharp fell to the ground, his nose turned to the side, and Hood straddled him.

"Do you want me to continue?"

Sharp shook his dizzy head and spat out bloody spit.

"Who told you?"

"This has nothing to do with you, whether you say it or not."

"Fakeyu, arrest me." Sharp's neck turned red and he gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Even if you send me to prison, I won't die. Do you think I would betray someone like Proctor for you?"

Hood was so angry when he saw Sharp's lack of fuel and salt that he stuffed the Glock back into its holster.

"Fuck, I trust you won't betray Proctor for me."

"But I believe you will do it for it."

Sharp felt panicked when he saw Hood's fierce eyes.

"Shet, what do you want to do?"