My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

A series of gunshots rang out, and bullets flew past.

The bang hit the fat man's feet, evoking plumes of smoke on the dirt floor.

This movement scared the staff and raised their legs wildly.

People who didn't know it thought he was crazy.

The staff member's circles of fat were shaking crazily with the sound of the gunfire, and Burgess even saw the sweat flying off the guy's body.

"boom."

There was another gunshot, and a ball of blood mist exploded on the instep of the staff at the detention center.

"ah!!!"

There was a howl and he fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a circle of dust.

Burgess put away the Glock and looked blankly at the passage on the other side. Hank held a pistol in one hand and strode towards the staff member, with a stream of smoke coming out of the gun.

"Are you still running?"

Hank kicked the man over and said, "Are you going to run away again?"

The white man didn't say anything, he just panted heavily. His lungs were almost knocked out by running around. He panted for a while, and then cried out in pain.

With such a useless snack look, Hank instantly concluded that he was not a gunman.

Footsteps sounded, and Burgess and Roman followed.

Now that the person had been caught, Roman looked at Burgess and shrugged. The two of them put away their hands and turned around in unison.

He stared straight ahead, looking at the empty passage.

It was as if a peerless beauty would walk out of the empty passage at any time.

"Tell me everything."

Hank held the gun with one hand and raised his leg expressionlessly.

He pressed hard against the staff member's instep and said, "Otherwise, I'll break your other foot."

"Fake!!!"

The screams echoed in the detention center.

Chicago Central Jail.

Since they were transferred to protective custody, both Ethan and Atwater put on gray prison uniforms, and the two of them headed to another prison area under the leadership of Antonio.

There were other prison guards around, so they couldn't communicate with each other.

Therefore, they all walked in silence.

In the narrow passage of the prison, the only sound was the clatter of anklets.

Although they had no time to communicate, the three of them knew very well that there was not much time left for them now.

Now there is an urgent need for colleagues outside to open a breakthrough and find the gunman. Only then can they follow the original plan and let Atwater get what he wants.

"Du~~~."

The iron doors opened one after another, and they came to this special prison area.

The people inside have a higher degree of freedom and don't have to relax for a short time like outside. There are more than a dozen stainless steel tables placed in the entire hall, and people wearing gray prison uniforms like them gather together noisily.

Playing cards, chatting, arm wrestling, smoking, you name it.

Protective imprisonment allows you to enjoy more things that ordinary prisons outside cannot have.

Back then, there was an agreement with Ba Zhao.

Asked for a solitary cell with a television in it.

So coming here can be said to be a blessing.

Of course, you must have some background and strength to enjoy this blessing. As for ordinary prisoners, no matter where they go, they will be oppressed.

With greater freedom, bullying will naturally become more severe.

"Hey."

Antonio said to the female prison guard who came up to him: "The supervisor's order is to put these two people into protective custody. They both just came in today and the relevant procedures are being processed."

"no problem."

The female prison guard nodded and looked at Atwater, who had a bruised nose and face. She knew what was going on without having to guess.

This is a guy who survived.

Well, everyone who survives a prison attack is lucky.

She turned her head again and looked at the other person.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

Ethan grinned at the tall and thick female prison guard, showing his white teeth.

When their anklets were untied, the female prison guard waved and said:

"follow me."

The two of them took their personal belongings and followed the female prison guard through the central hall.

The size of this prison area is much smaller. It is only two floors surrounding the hall, with cells above and below. The direction of the few people's progress is the stairs next to the hall.

Ethan stared straight ahead, while Atwater turned his head and looked toward the middle of the seats.

Tucker was sitting on one of the chairs, holding a handful of playing cards.

In front of him, there were many cigarettes scattered.

Inside, there were also seven or eight strong old black men surrounding him, which made Atwater twitch the corner of his mouth. The evil lord gang was considered powerful enough.

Yes, this is the Chicago Central Prison.

Naturally, there will be more local people diverted, plus the new blood they absorb in the prison, this seems to be normal.

Atwater's gaze naturally attracted Tucker's attention.

The latter raised his head and looked at Atwater, frowning. This tall man followed him in, which made him doubtful. However, he suppressed his curiosity and continued the bet.

Following the female prison guard up to the second floor, Atwater was assigned to a messy room.

They also have bunk beds and are shared with others.

Ethan continued to move forward, stopping only a few rooms away from Atwater.

"Just stay here."

The female prison guard took off the key and opened the door.

The inside was clean and tidy, and there were no traces of human habitation. Ethan shrugged. It seemed that he had done a good job in brushing his face.

"Bang bang."

The female prison guard knocked on the door and said in a muffled voice: "Go in."

"Okay, sir."

Ethan nodded and walked in, putting the bedding on the upper bunk, preparing to pack it up later.

The female prison guard looked back and strode in.

One of her hands reached out quietly. Ethan was attacked, and his expression suddenly changed:

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"Sir, please respect yourself."

"Sir, please let go. I'm not an easy person."

After taking a few steps back and leaning against the wall, he finally broke free from the clutches, took a deep breath, looked at the tall and thick female prison guard with an ugly expression, and resisted the urge to punch her.

"how?"

The female prison guard raised her eyebrows and shook her palms.

She licked her lips and said, "That's right, you just came in, you think I'm ugly!"

"It doesn't matter, take your time, you will know later."

"Here, here's a sweet treat for you."

She reached into her pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and threw them on the bed: "Follow me from now on. At least your anus will not be picked off by others. Think about it."

"Soon you will know how cost-effective my proposal is."

After saying this, the female prison guard turned around and walked out of the cell, her big fat butt swaying back and forth.

For people serving long-term sentences, her proposal was like winning a million dollars. The female prison guard also raised her lips, believing that this guy would soon give in. All she had encountered for a long time were ugly people.

It's rare to meet a handsome guy, and it's the first day I come in.

This is why she can't wait to take action, otherwise she will be easily targeted by other bastards, and she will be in trouble.

In the cell, Ethan couldn't help but grabbed a cigarette and lit one for himself.

For the sake of these cigarettes, I didn’t care about the female prison guard.

A glimpse of the whole picture shows that there are definitely many things like Chicago Central Prison, and it must be rotten at the root.

However, this has nothing to do with me.

Flicking the cigarette butt into the toilet, he looked around to make sure there was no monitoring equipment in the room. Then he turned his hand and a plastic box appeared out of thin air.

Open the lid, and there is a cut steak inside, and the meat is still steaming.

He finished the beef quickly and took out a can of cold Coke.

After a full meal, he walked out of the cell feeling his belly. The female prison guard who was performing guard duties in the distance licked her lips at him.

Ethan's eyes twitched and he lay down on the guardrail of the circular corridor.

We must hurry up and hope that people outside will make new progress and cannot stay here overnight. Who knows what the female prison guard will do at night. Her arms are thicker than her own.

Thinking of this, he shuddered all over.

Atwater, who was not far away, also walked out of the cell and looked at Tucker in the hall below. His eyebrows furrowed. No matter what, he still wanted to find another opportunity to test.

The following card game will end soon.

Tucker put all the cigarettes in front of him into his pocket, stood up and walked towards the stairs.

Several people behind him also followed suit.

Arriving on the second floor, he glanced at Atwater with an inexplicable smile, put his arms behind his back, and made a few quick gestures.

Following the group of people, they returned to the room one after another.

After Tucker stretched, his figure quietly disappeared from the door.

Seeing this, Atwater winked in Ethan's direction, and then walked slowly towards Tucker's room.

As soon as he got closer, he found that the other party was leaning against the wall.

Tucker's mournful eyebrows were raised, and a smile appeared on his lips: "You are not looking for a gang, boy, you really put a lot of effort into getting close to me."

As he spoke, his eyes looked back and forth at the wounds on Atwater's face.

"listen."

Atwater was standing at the door. He blinked and was about to explain.

"do not move."

A rich voice sounded behind him.

A sharp object pressed against his waist, causing a stinging pain, as if he would be stabbed through in the next moment.

From the front room, two old men also walked out quickly.

They lifted up their clothes and took out the homemade weapon stuck in the elastic waistband of their pants. It was something like a screwdriver, but the tip was sharpened to an extremely sharp point, giving off a flash of light.

Atwater swallowed, slowly raised his hand, and made a stop gesture:

"Listen to my explanation, I don't mean any harm."

This gesture is normal, but Tucker doesn't know that it is for another person.

Not far away, Ethan resisted the urge to explode.

The corner of his eyes nervously scanned what was happening next to him. Atwater was now surrounded by several people. The scene was extremely dangerous. If he was not careful, he would be seriously injured and hospitalized.

Losing one's life is not impossible.

"If Bangs and his people sent you in." Tucker crossed his arms and said with a sinister look:

"I'll send you out now."

"Please, it's not what you think." Atwater took a deep breath and said quickly: "I'm fine, I'm clean."

"I hung out with Slick for a while."

"78th Street, that's right." Atwater nodded and explained, "We are all from the same neighborhood."

"Yeah?"

Tucker narrowed his eyes: "How is Slick doing now? I heard he is doing well now."

"Come on, you know he's done." Atwater forced a smile and relaxed his body: "Ever since he was tricked by a Spanish chick in Rogers Park, he has lost face on the road."

"Ha ha."

Tucker put down his crossed arms and waved with a chuckle: "Men will always fall under a woman's skirt."

What the two people talked about was local secrets.

If you are not from the nearby community, you will not know about it at all.

Atwater grew up nearby and naturally knows some secrets. This is why Ethan agreed to let him get in touch with the other party.

After some answering, I successfully passed the level.

"That's right."

Atwater felt the sharp weapon on his waist leave and breathed a sigh of relief: "So, he can't survive anymore."

The two people in front put away their homemade weapons and quickly returned to the room.

Ethan noticed from the corner of his eye that Lao Hei, who was standing behind Atwater, had not left, and his elbows were still raised. These people were very wary, and they were indeed old.

"Say it."

Tucker approached Atwater and asked calmly: "What do you want from me?"

"It's about Grant. I know he is your nephew." Atwater shrugged and whispered, "Do you know what happened to him?"

"Um?"

Tucker twitched the corners of his mouth: "What happened to him?"

"The little girl who reported him was just shot in the head." Atwater said with a hint of excitement on his face, "I just received the news, and I have to say, you guys are amazing."

"I admire you for this. I didn't expect you to have such powerful energy inside."

His words were made out of necessity.

Since there are no further clues, it can only be induced in this way.

I hope this OG has a big mouth and can't help but show off something in front of others.

Tucker had a smile on his dark face. He curled his lips and said slowly: "Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about."

"Maybe you should leave."

"this."

Atwater wanted to say something else, but his lower back was blocked again.

This time, he didn't dare to talk nonsense.

He raised his hands and walked away slowly to the side. Atwater now finally saw clearly the man standing behind him, with a short beard and unusually developed muscles on his arms.

There was such a stunned look in his eyes.

He knew this kind of person very well. He was someone who specialized in doing evil things and would stab a few people without any hesitation.

This time the temptation failed, as he expected.

As long as the people outside could keep up, the inducement could continue. Atwater breathed out slowly, turned around and walked back to his room.

Ethan raised his head and stared blankly at the ceiling.

I don’t know how Hank and the others are doing with their investigation now.

Thanks to Brother Nanshan Nanshan for your reward and support, thank you!