My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Very good."

Atwater gritted his teeth and looked at Ethan gratefully.

In his opinion, if it weren't for the help of the other party, there would really be no way for Hank to agree to this action.

Just, what do you mean.

It was a small question on his side, but it was a big question mark on Antonio's side.

You can understand the words you say.

But the combination was confusing again, and he spread his hands towards Ethan.

After scratching his nose, Ethan told Atwater's undercover operation plan, but he didn't know why Hank called Antonio in.

After Antonio understood, Hank explained:

"This time, you guys go in together."

"The warden agreed to let me deploy people. Antonio, you are a new prison guard. I will send you to the prison to report later. You are mainly responsible for bringing the bug in and finding a way to install it on Atwater's clothes."

"In addition, help us convey the message."

"At the same time, provide assistance to both of them when necessary."

"knew."

Antonio nodded and agreed. Although the incident happened suddenly, he quickly understood what he should do.

I have experienced many such sudden undercover missions before.

To him, it's child's play.

"You and Ethan." Hank pointed at Atwater and said hoarsely: "You two are the prison van tomorrow morning."

"He will go in with you and provide you with support."

"If anything goes wrong, you should call Ethan immediately. No one is using guns inside. Normally seven or eight people should be unable to do anything to him."

"With you together, we are enough to deal with any emergencies."

Atwater is the key point in this mission, and the risk is also the greatest. If he comes into contact with people like Tucker, if he doesn't handle it well, he will get hit by the toothbrush handle, so someone must watch him.

"Thanks."

Atwater's eyes were red.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually took the risk and went in with him.

With such a person accompanying him, he immediately felt at ease.

"Don't be so pissy." Ethan shrugged and waved, "You owe me a glass of whiskey. We'll settle it after you get out."

"no problem."

Atwater nodded heavily and stretched out three dark fingers: "If you owe me, I owe you three drinks."

Hank smiled and shook his head, and said to the big black man:

"remember."

"Your safety must come first. If anything goes wrong, abandon the mission immediately."

"Um."

Atwater reached out to Hank and said, "I know."

"Thank you, sir."

One black and one white, two hands held together heavily.

The bus was driving at a constant speed, and iron mesh was welded to the windows of the bus.

The people inside looked greedily at the scenery outside the window.

After this, I don’t know how long it will take before I can regain my freedom.

On one of the seats, Ethan yawned hard. When he raised his hand, the silver handcuffs and the chains tied to his hands and feet tugged, making a clattering sound.

He also held a plastic bag in his hand containing some simple personal belongings.

I don’t know how long this undercover operation will last.

After Ethan had a feast last night, he tortured Burgess severely before he stepped into the prison car.

After yawning, he fanned his nose again.

The air inside this prison car was really smelly, and there were everyone in the car, which made him a little uncomfortable.

The people inside had different expressions.

Some people were numb, some were sad, and some were frightened. The people responsible for escorting him frequently laid their eyes on Ethan. He was so handsome and fresh, and he also looked a little excited.

Could it be that he is gay.

Not far ahead, his head was shaking.

Atwater's muscular body looked somewhat majestic next to a skinny white man.

The tall black man looked at the chain on his hand and was filled with emotion.

Throughout my life, I have tried my best to avoid this fate. Unexpectedly, one day I would wear it on my own initiative.

Not long after, the prison car arrived in front of two high nets.

The six to seven meter high iron net and several watchtowers nearby put an end to anyone's idea of ​​climbing to escape. After some searching, the bus passed through the iron net and came to an empty concrete ground.

Inside, there are several tall gray-white buildings.

It looks like it makes people feel depressed, and they don't dare to think of resistance easily.

The vehicle stopped and the door opened.

"Bump."

The baton hit the seats, and the guard yelled: "Everyone, get up and get out of the car."

"Don't be chaotic, follow order."

"Be honest with me!"

Amid his shouts, Ethan stood up obediently.

He knew clearly what he was doing and when. Don't jump around when there was nothing wrong. The beating with the baton would be in vain.

Amidst the bursts of crashing sounds, everyone moved forward one after another.

In order to allow these people to get out of the car smoothly, the prison guards also placed a small stool at the threshold. Unfortunately, due to the influence of the anklets, they could only move so much.

After getting off the car, Ethan squinted his eyes under the glare of the sun.

The steps on his feet also stopped.

"Continue to go."

There were several prison guards in blue uniforms standing next to them. The leading guy was tall and had a shiny forehead. He looked at Ethan and said impatiently: "Don't stop, go to the front and line up."

The two prison guards behind him touched their chins and laughed playfully when they saw the appearance of the man who had just gotten out of the car.

This kind of appearance can predict his future fate.

This look was the reason why Ethan didn't want to come in at first. He suppressed his anger and moved towards the queue in front.

Just in time to stand with Atwater.

The two of them made eye contact but did not speak.

When everyone stood in two rows, Shi Shiran, the guy with the bright forehead just now, walked up to the team. He knocked on the belt with both hands and shouted sternly: "Everyone listen, my name is Paresh."

"On behalf of the federal government, I would like to welcome you to the Central Prison in Chicago."

He was walking back and forth as he talked.

His eyes were stern as he scanned the twenty or so people in front of him: "Here, you must absolutely obey the orders of the prison guards."

"When you come, just stay here."

"No matter who you are, no matter where you come from, we are all treated equally in this place."

Bullshit is treated equally.

Ethan raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the clear blue sky and the dazzling sun.

There are some people that even the prison guards dare not offend.

The most typical ones are politicians, rich people and gang leaders. These people represent power, money and violence respectively.

Scandals in American prisons are also endless.

"Next."

Paresh puffed out his belly and said with an upturned corner of his mouth: "I hope you can enjoy your life in Chicago Central Prison."

After looking at the group for a few more seconds, he yelled:

"Open the door."

"Du~~~"

The unique sound of the safety iron gate sounded one after another amidst Paresh's roar.

The tall iron mesh door slowly opened.

Under the gaze of the armed guards on the watchtower, the prisoners formed a long line and swam inside.