My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"lunch time."

The shouts of the prison guards were accompanied by the sound of beating batons.

"bump."

The iron door popped open automatically.

With a snap, the white boy jumped out of the lower bunk and tried to run out.

"what are you doing?"

A voice from behind made him stop abruptly and his body began to tremble.

This devil is really not joking.

I was beaten alive three times just now because of my snoring. I don’t know where this bastard learned the beating skills. Now my whole body hurts like needles.

He was so frightened that he didn't dare to sleep again, so he could only wait with his eyes open for meal time.

"hungry."

The white boy forced a laugh and said, "I want to go eat quickly."

"Boom."

Ethan put on his shoes and jumped out of bed.

"You are so boring." She stepped forward and put her arm around his shoulders: "You don't even wait for me to eat, are you no longer a prison inmate?"

"Feel sorry."

The white boy was numb all over and said in a dry voice: "It's my fault, mainly because I have beef patties to eat today. You know, it's a rare opportunity."

"Snapped."

Ethan slapped him on the head: "What do I understand? Who do you think I am, a prisoner?"

"Am I someone who has a hard time eating beef patties?"

The small cell made him sleep uneasy, and the toilet was right next to him, and the smell that couldn't be washed away made him grumpy.

"no."

The white boy shrank his head, looked at the other person's orange prison uniform that was the same as his own, and shook his head like a rattle.

"Let's go."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I have a bad temper and made you feel wronged."

This big reversal made the white guy's nose sore.

He looked at Ethan movedly. In fact, besides being handsome, this guy was also a good person!

"After dinner."

Ethan pushed him gently and followed the team outside: "Brush the toilet clean at least three times."

The white boy stumbled and almost fell.

Naturally, meals came in batches. In order to facilitate their contact with Tucker, the warden arranged for them to be in the same prison area.

From a distance, you can see a group of gangsters walking down the stairs from the opposite side.

Ethan winked at Atwater, indicating that he would find an opportunity to get close to Tucker later, at least to make him familiar with him.

Soon I arrived at the restaurant, holding a plastic dinner plate and slowly following the queue.

Gooey mashed potatoes, orange corn kernels.

A piece of bread that was so hard that it made a sound when thrown into the tray, and a small tray of black beef patties.

After drinking another glass of juice, he took a tray of unpalatable food and found a seat with the white boy in Nuoda's restaurant.

Although, the other party really wants to find friends to sit with.

No matter what, if you complain to others, you will feel better because you are mentally ill.

But under the intense gaze of Ethan, the white boy could only sit down obediently.

With a companion, it won't be too conspicuous.

Ethan used a plastic spoon to poke at the dry beef patty. He had no intention of moving it at all. It looked like a flying pile.

"Everyone who just comes in is like you."

Seeing Ethan boringly stirring the small pile of boiled corn kernels, the white boy bravely said: "As time goes by, you will know that this is the best thing we can eat."

"boom."

Ethan picked it up with his spoon, and the beef patty flew to the opposite plate: "If you like it, then eat more."

"Really?"

The white boy looked at Ethan in surprise, but he quickly shrugged, reached out and grabbed the beef patty and ate it with a big mouthful, looking at him with a vicious look, as if he was venting some hatred.

Ethan scooped up the corn kernels, one bite at a time.

His eyes fell on Atwater.

The latter put down the tray, rubbed his palms, and walked quickly to the queue lined up next to him.

"Yo."

Atwater walked straight to Tucker: "Hongmi, you are from the South District, right?"

"Boy, stay back."

Before Tucker could speak, several old black men around him came up to him: "Who are you and what do you want to do?"

"no offence."

Atwater took two steps back, raised his hands and said, "Calm down, man, we're from the same neighborhood."

"Understand?"

"I came in today and wanted to find myself."

To survive in a prison, if ordinary people want to avoid being bullied, it is best to quickly find a team and integrate into it.

His behavior was normal.

Gangs in prisons also use this method to attract new blood.

After hearing Atwater's words, the old black men relaxed.

"OK."

The first bald old black man crossed his hands on his chest and asked, "Who are you hanging out with?"

Now this program is Pan Dao.

Make sure it's one of your own or a rival gang.

Tucker behind him hugged his chest and looked at Atwater with interest. With this kind of physique, he was actually a pretty good fighter.

At this time, something unexpected happened.

"Tucker."

Three prison guards came over with handcuffs and chains and shouted: "Put your hands up and put your feet together."

"The doctor wants to see you and transfer you to protective custody now."

Seeing this, Atwater quickly took a few steps back and resisted the urge to look at Ethan.

Next to him, Ethan held the spoon tightly.

This situation was completely unplanned.

Protective confinement is a completely different prison area. Now that Tucker has been transferred, what is the use of them staying here.

He raised his head and looked at the tower in the middle.

Antonio held his hands on his belt and watched everything that happened in front of him.

Noticing Ethan's gaze, he nodded and turned to leave.

"Wow."

The sound of iron chains sounded, and Tucker moved forward slowly under the guard of the prison guards.

Atwater suppressed his panic, spread his hands towards the old black men, turned around and returned to his seat, during which he looked at each other with Ethan.

Instructing the other party to calm down, Ethan slowly chewed the corn kernels.

A few minutes later, Antonio hurried over.

He blinked, then walked quickly to the trash can for leftover food, and looked around at the prisoners in the dining area.

Ethan picked up the dinner plate and walked towards Antonio.

With the spoon in his hand, he slowly put the remaining food into the trash can: "What happened?"

"Hank contacted the warden."

Antonio's lips moved slightly: "It was the Bureau of Tobacco and Firearms. Those guys were afraid that we would forcefully contact Tucker, so they quickly agreed to the other party's request."

"It is now being transferred to protective custody, and the bailiffs are handling the procedures to transfer Tucker to the witness protection program."

"In other words." Ethan frowned:

"We don't have much time."

"That's right." Antonio's head nodded slightly: "You need to get Tucker's criminal recording before he leaves prison."

"But he has changed prisons now." Ethan had a headache and gritted his teeth:

"It means Atwater and I have to follow."

Antonio turned his head and glanced at Ethan: "Yes, and there are only two ways to obtain protective imprisonment."

"Either you are sick, or..."

"Um."

Ethan nodded, Antonio didn’t need to say more, he knew what to do.

Throwing the plate aside, he quickly walked to where he was sitting, put his hands on the table and said to the white boy with a smile, "Come on, let's play a fun little game."

"Either you punch me now."

"Or, go back to the cell later and I'll beat you to death!!!"

"How do you choose?"

The white boy's mouth opened wide, and half a piece of bread fell from his mouth.