My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Follow the prison guards and walk along the narrow passage.

After turning through several doors, we finally arrived at the reception room of Stateville Prison.

"Bang."

The prison guard left and closed the iron door.

The reception room is divided in the middle, with a cement wall below and a half-thick glass window above.

There were only two of them left, and Ethan sat down on the chair with peace of mind, waiting for the prison guards inside to bring Dominic over.

"Ta-da, tap-da."

Hank looked around, tapping his fingers on the window sill.

"I hate this place."

After he said something incomprehensible, he sat down.

"Are you remembering that you were in prison?" Ethan smiled and said with interest.

"That's right."

Hank felt uncomfortable and squirmed in his chair.

"What's it like inside?" When he mentioned this, Ethan immediately turned around.

"For people like us, it's hell."

Hank took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "In the first few days after entering, I didn't sleep at all. My eyes were always open."

"I've been a police officer in Chicago for decades. Can you imagine how many people I personally put in there?"

"Then how did you persist?" Ethan raised his eyebrows.

Being locked up in a prison, and the prisoners and inmates around you, a "familiar" face would pop up from time to time. This kind of scene is exciting to think about.

For a man like Hank who behaved in a rough manner, many of the people he sent in must have suffered from his evil hands.

Even putting all that aside, his blue background alone could easily cause problems.

"There's no way to hold on."

Hank's cheeks puffed up as he recalled the scene at that time: "In a place like this, it's useless to fight."

"Unless you don't care about anything and make the scene very bloody."

"Otherwise, as long as you can't suppress those wild beasts, there will always be unlucky times. You can go without sleep for one day, two days, or three days. What's next?"

"Those friends of yours?" Ethan asked with raised eyebrows.

"Not everyone is so lucky. There are always people you know in the same prison." Hank clenched his fists and said with a wry smile:

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. I couldn't defend myself at that time and was surrounded and beaten by several people."

"Fortunately, my luck didn't fall to the bottom. At that time, a prison boss stepped forward and led a group of people to rescue me. He also warned that no one was allowed to touch me."

"After that, I was finally able to sleep peacefully."

"Don't take it to heart, everything is over." Ethan patted his shoulder and comforted him in a low voice.

Even if Hank had received combat training, it was useless. His hair was gray and his age was there. Those who dared to stab him in prison were all from the streets. No one didn't have two brushes in their hands.

A few strong old black men can easily knock him down.

"Actually, I said something wrong just now." Hank shook his head to express that it was over, and then looked at Ethan again:

"If it were you, you would have no problem protecting yourself inside."

"Because you have a hard hand and a cruel heart. Tell me the truth."

He glanced around and whispered: "The police station received a report that lawyer Jenny is missing. Is it you who did it?"

"I don't."

"I didn't do it."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ethan raised his hands and denied it.

"Good job." Hank ignored him and said to himself: "I have been a policeman for so many years, and I have never seen anyone as clever as you."

"It's a good thing you agreed to Phillips, otherwise, I would be really afraid of facing you."

"Please, don't say these words." Ethan smiled and stretched out his hand:

"We're a team now, aren't we?"

"certainly."

Hank nodded and clapped his hands with Ethan heavily.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was a bang and the iron door inside was opened.

A strong white man wearing a yellow prison uniform swayed into the cubicle.

Handcuffs and anklets are all available.

"Unless you two are my new lawyers."

Dominic sat down on the chair with an impatient look, and said with a hint of ridicule to the intercom in the middle of the glass: "Otherwise, I have no interest in chatting with you two idiots."

"Perco is dead." Hank stood up and said condescendingly:

"Here on 18th Street, burned like a steak."

The smile on Dominic's face disappeared instantly. He thought these notes were to find clues about the robbery, but he didn't expect it to be this.

He instantly realized that the people he was looking for would not dare to attack Perko.

"cut."

Dominic sneered: "I'm not a fool."

"Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about. Let's talk again when we have a chance."

"Snapped."

Ethan took the photo he had prepared in advance and put it on the glass with a smile on his face:

"Come and take a look."

"Although it is difficult to identify, you are good friends, so I think you should be able to recognize it, otherwise Perco will be very sad."

Seeing the photo in Ethan's hand, Dominic stopped.

The proud look in his eyes disappeared instantly and turned into shock, sadness and disbelief.

"Why?"

Dominic touched the photo with trembling fingers, but unfortunately, separated by a layer of glass and a photo, he could never touch the person in the photo again.

"who is it?"

His eyes were red and full of murderous intent: "Who did it?"

"Tell me." Ethan pressed the photo and said what he had agreed upon before: "Perco found you and asked you to help contact people to rob eight million dollars, right?"

"In order to get a smaller share, you asked your friends in the gang to kill Perko?"

"Shut up." Dominic growled angrily: "I will never treat Perco like that. Shut your stinking mouth."

"No, no, no, I think that must be the case."

Ethan shrugged and said, "Otherwise, what other explanation is there?"

"You do not understand."

"Bang."

Dominic burst into tears and slammed the glass: "I love Perco, I love him so much."

"I would give my life for him."

Well, I really don’t understand this.

Ethan was stunned for a moment and put the photo away silently.

"Tell me, who did it?" Dominic roared like a wounded beast: "Is it Novak?"

His lover is dead, and this guy doesn't care about anything.

They didn't even ask, and just gave away their accomplices.

"Sorry." Ethan took out all the photos placed below: "Novak and his companions are all dead."

"Also, the eight million US dollars are missing."

"Hey~"

Ethan whistled and moved his palms up and down: "Just like this, it flew away."

"impossible."

Dominic saw the photo on the windowsill and sat down on the chair in shock.

"The facts are right in front of you."

Ethan sniffed and spread his hands: "Love, friends, money, you gained nothing."

"By the way, there is something I can confirm you can get."

"Additional punishment!"

Dominic's burly body curled up, tears streaming down his face, like a helpless child.

This was the plan Ethan and Hank had agreed upon, one bad news after another.

Break through his defenses and arouse his emotions.

After knowing that Perko was the one he loved, Ethan added something more to the mix.

After receiving a series of blows, I couldn’t believe that he didn’t speak up.

Knocking on the window sill, Ethan said: "I have some news, do you want to hear it?"

Dominic didn't even look up, just stared at the photo blankly.

"This news can help Perco get revenge. If you don't want to know, forget it." Ethan put away the photo, nodded to Hank and said, "Let's go."

"Wait a moment."

Dominic stood up suddenly and hurriedly slapped the glass with his hands: "What's the news?"

Ethan nodded to Hank, and the two sat down again.

"The only confirmed thing now is that Colombians did it."

Ethan crossed his arms and looked at him coldly: "Do you know anything about this?"

"have no idea."

Dominic's eyes first flashed with confusion, and were instantly filled with murderous intent: "I don't know anything."

"Haha, you want to take revenge yourself?"

Ethan sneered: "That's eight million, enough to go back to Colombia and enjoy the rest of your life. When you get out of prison, are you sure you can still find those people?"

"You name it, what else can we do to those Colombians."

"If you don't say anything, I'll just close the case."

After hesitating for a while, Dominic said with shame:

"My roommate is Colombian and I used to brag about something to him."

Ethan knocked on the window sill "Name?"

"Bang."

With a muffled sound, Dominic's back disappeared behind the iron door.

"If you don't follow the trend, you don't follow the trend."

Hank shook his head: "That's why big mouths are the most taboo in their profession."

"Do you need to talk to his roommate?" Ethan put the photo in his pocket.

"It's useless." Hank narrowed his eyes:

"These Colombians will not cooperate even if they die."

"By the way, tell him that Dominic already knows about this." Ethan thought of an idea: "We make a deal with the Colombian, provide him with protective custody, and change his cell."

"Trust me, it's just a waste of our time."

Hank took the lead and walked outside: "The other party will never be afraid of this level of threat. The Colombians are also a very strong force in the prison."

Hearing what he said, Ethan had no choice but to give up the idea.

Looking back, a few tears remaining on the glass window sill shimmered with light.