My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After a lot of trouble, I finally received the prison uniform.

Antonio urgently changed his position again and was responsible for distributing clothes. When no one was prepared, he inserted a small recording device into the gap of his underwear and successfully delivered it to Atwater.

This diligent performance also earned him praise from the prison guard chief.

Putting on orange prison uniforms, carrying thin bedding and a change of underwear, they walked into two lines towards the prison area under the leadership of the prison guards.

Don’t forget about the awkward feeling in Ethan’s heart when he wore this costume.

Not far ahead, Antonio and the prison guard leader with a bright forehead came together, the baton on his waist swaying.

"Herrera."

The prison guard leader glanced at Antonio: "You are a newbie, just follow me for the next two days, and I will help you get familiar with it as soon as possible."

"You have the final say, Boss."

Herrera is Antonio's pseudonym. He looked at the prison guard leader and answered simply.

For this undercover mission, all three of them made up a fictional identity.

In a place like this, it's best not to leave any real information about yourself.

There is not much difference between prison guards and patrol officers.

With Antonio's ability to change quickly, this kind of thing is easy for him, and there is such a powerful aura in his movements.

The prison guard leader appreciated this very much.

"No need to call me Boss."

He buckled his belt and said with a smile, "Just call me Paresh."

"No problem, Boss."

Antonio didn't take the polite words seriously and responded as before.

Paresh nodded with satisfaction, appreciating the newcomer even more.

During the march, he asked Antonio about the previous situation.

The background information was already memorized by heart. Faced with Paresh's questions, Antonio answered fluently without revealing any flaws.

Go up the steps and through the hallway.

There was a lot of noise inside, and listening to these sounds, I felt like a group of wild beasts were roaring.

The man in front of Ethan was obviously doing it for the first time.

My legs were shaking slightly as I walked.

Seeing him like this, Ethan shook his head. When he came to a place like this, even if he was afraid of the outside, he had to pretend to be calm, or even show off a bit more fiercely.

That's it, no one will bully you if you don't bully me.

His vision suddenly became clear.

This is a circular building, four or five stories high, surrounded by a dense circle of cells, facing the cylindrical guard's office in the middle.

The prison guard inside was pacing back and forth.

Their eyes all fell on the prisoners wearing orange clothes outside.

It should be time to relax, and the prisoners gathered in small groups in the circular corridor. When they saw new people coming in, whistles sounded, accompanied by bursts of crazy laughter.

"Have you seen an old movie?" Parela looked at Antonio:

"It's called Jurassic Park."

"Of course." Antonio nodded: "That is a great work."

"That's right." Parela buckled the belt and said with a smile on his face.

"At the beginning of the movie, a group of dinosaurs were locked in an electrified cage. The beasts kept testing every fence, trying to find a place to escape."

"That cage is a true reflection of this prison."

Antonio followed his gaze and looked around, and asked in a deep voice: "You mean, we can't expose any weaknesses to these people."

"of course not."

Parela laughed and patted Antonio on the shoulder: "These beasts locked inside are not dinosaurs. Besides, everyone has weaknesses, and we are no exception."

"What I'm telling you is, before your weakness is exploited."

He put down his hand and held the baton:

"Just think of a way to stop these beasts from coveting it."

"boom."

Parela pulled out his baton and hit the guardrail hard: "Keep following, don't stop."

After speaking, he strode forward.

This guy always had a smile on his face. From his words and deeds, Antonio judged that this guy was a smiling tiger.

Facts also proved his judgment.

As Parreira advanced, despite the smile on his face, the prisoners in the corridor stayed away, daring not to make any provocative moves.

It's impossible to manage a place like this without being ruthless.

As Parela roared, the line continued to move.

Ethan noticed that these prisons were not just the outer circle, there were many passages branching into the inside, and there were also densely packed cells on both sides of the inner corridor.

Above the iron door, there are windows the size of A4 paper.

You can see the situation inside through the window, but now the door is open, and guys in orange prison uniforms are wandering around.

This time is also the busiest time for prison guards.

Prison guards wearing black pants and blue shirts can be seen everywhere, swinging their batons to warn anyone who wants to make small moves.

Next to him, an old black man passed by.

He looked at Ethan with twinkling eyes and dug into his crotch.

Not only that, Ethan also felt that besides that person, many people were looking at him with ill intentions.

After all, he is handsome.

And due to the improved physical condition, her skin condition is also very good. In the eyes of those people, she is no less than a great beauty.

Pooh!

Thinking of this, Ethan shivered all over.

Not every prisoner has the opportunity for spousal visits.

There are many people inside, and the only way to solve their physiological needs is to meet men.

"If you don't want to get into trouble."

Atwater whispered, "It's best not to make eye contact with these people, they will take it as a provocation."

After changing clothes just now, this guy ran to Ethan's side.

"Of course."

He glanced at Ethan again, shrugged and said, "That's just for ordinary people, your words don't matter."

Ethan held the quilt and looked forward:

"How do you learn about these things?"

Atwater raised his hand and said mockingly: "Look at the color of my skin."

"One of my uncles and two cousins ​​have studied further."

“Their experiences always remind me what kind of person I want to be.”

"Yo."

When the prison guard wasn't paying attention, Atwater touched Ethan and moved his lips towards it: "This is our million-dollar baby."

Upstairs, inside the glass wall.

A dozen old black men gathered together, and they were playing with each other, making various movements with their hands that were difficult for outsiders to understand.

The man in the middle is leaning against the glass wall with one hand, his eyebrows are mournful, and the whites of his eyes are obvious.

It was Devin Tucker who was the target of their trip.

Atwater looked at Tucker upstairs, his eyes narrowed, his fingers holding the quilt, and he also grabbed it hard.

"do not forget."

Ethan whispered: "Why did you come here."

Being impulsive at this time is definitely not a good thing, at least, not now.