My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Looking at Hank's unwavering eyes, Rusek just walked downstairs quickly.

In the kitchen, I found the corresponding tools.

Back upstairs, he hesitated for a moment before handing the big scissors to Hank, stood firm, and did not leave.

Horsted looked at Martel, sighed softly and walked out of the room.

These actions made Martel swallow his saliva:

"What do you want to do?"

"It has nothing to do with you." After hanging up the phone, Hank glanced at him.

Hank bent down and used the scissors to gently poke it, and then opened the scissors: "Come here and help."

The latter sentence was said to Olinsky.

Including Rusek, two people rushed forward, one person holding down the struggling Martel.

"don't want."

Martel felt the sharp feeling, which was stuck on his balls, and immediately struggled desperately: "You are committing a crime, bastard!"

"While you were escaping." Hank raised his head and stared at Martel coldly:

"I accidentally fell down and fell on a pair of scissors."

"That makes perfect sense."

It doesn't matter if you get beaten, it doesn't matter if you can't be a man.

"Farke, Farke, Farke!" Martel collapsed instantly, salivating: "I said, I said, don't do this."

Hank tightened his cheeks and then slowly lifted the scissors.

"bump!"

"nice shot."

"another one."

In prison, outdoor ventilation area.

Ethan was sitting on a bench in the corner, watching a bunch of old guys gathering in front of him to play basketball.

Speaking of these people, their physical fitness is really good.

Just slip out a few and you'll be able to dunk, with amazing jumping ability.

People within the high walls have nowhere to vent their energy.

In the fitness area next to it, the equipment fixed by the chains was thrown bangingly. One or two, they were all muscle monsters.

All eyes fell on him.

These people show off their muscles like crazy.

"well."

He sighed softly. He didn't feel so welcome when he was outside.

Now these bastards are in a wait-and-see period.

Sooner or later, there will be people who want to meet men. The peak time is probably when taking a shower at night. It is foreseeable that more than a dozen pieces of soap will accidentally fall in front of them.

He scratched his head, anxious.

If I kill a few more people tonight, I will be put in solitary confinement.

And when the time comes, Atwater will be left alone.

Outside the iron fence, figures flashed.

Seeing Antonio's familiar figure, Ethan licked his lips, and the former made an OK gesture while swinging his arms.

The stone in my heart was finally let go.

Atwater on the other side also noticed Antonio approaching. He immediately stood up and moved his position, slapping his palms back and forth and leaning towards the opponent's position.

The white light flashed away.

Only those who are always paying attention to Antonio's movements can notice this.

With a flick of his finger, a small piece of paper fell into the grass under the iron fence. A few seconds later, Atwater sat down close to him. When others were not paying attention, he quickly picked up the paper ball and pressed it in his palm for a while. Open slowly.

After a while, he touched his mouth with his palm.

As he swallowed, the note disappeared without a trace.

With his hands on his knees, Atwater raised his head to bask in the sun, and made a difficult-to-recognize gesture with his lowered right hand.

Ethan immediately felt reassured that the people outside were doing a good job.

The gunman has been found, and it depends on Atwater's operation. He will use the gunman's information to induce Turk to tell him about the murder.

He yawned and continued to look at the crowd dancing on the basketball court.

Tucker was among them, running rampant with a basketball.

"There are only a few close friends in this world." Ethan narrowed his eyes, slapped his knees with his palms, and sang softly: "How many friendships can last forever."

Several prison cells around are on release time.

There was endless laughter and noise.

Even though they are prisoners, they can enjoy the rest they deserve.

In the distance, inside the iron fence.

Several people gathered in the corner, laughing and chatting.

One of them turned his head.

His eyes suddenly stopped and he looked steadily at Atwater, who was dozens of meters away and looked up at the sky.

"Fakemi."

The man swallowed and said with difficulty: "That person over there is a police officer."

Outdoor activity time will be over soon.

Under the urging of the prison guards, everyone returned to the prison area.

Ethan was still standing at the guardrail, seemingly doing nothing, but his eyes were observing the situation in the entire prison area.

His behavior was not unexpected.

There are several others like him.

Luckily for them, Tucker didn't continue playing.

I don’t know if he was tired from playing basketball, but this old black guy quickly returned to the room.

Without saying a word, Atwater followed immediately.

As soon as he entered the door, Tucker inside turned around alertly and saw Atwater again. He was a little annoyed: "Boy, no matter what you want to do, you have crossed the line. Not everyone can come in my room." of."

"You have to hear me out."

Atwater raised his hands and said confidently: "It's not what you think."

"Get out."

Tucker pointed to the door and shouted sharply.

"I have a piece of news about Uma Martel here." Atwater said calmly: "I am very satisfied with your previous reaction. You are a tight-lipped person."

Tucker looked surprised when he heard Atwater's words.

He closed his mouth and waited for the other party's next words.

"I came in on Martel's commission to discuss the previous agreement with you." Atwater shrugged and said, "Listen, I'm just a messenger."

"There's a lot of commotion outside right now."

"Only one hundred thousand, too little."

He spread his hands and said in a deep voice: "Martel still wants two hundred thousand, otherwise, he will report this matter to the police."

"How about it, are you willing to talk to me now?"

"Farke."

Tucker kicked the bed hard and said angrily: "Greedy, ungrateful bastard."

"Where can I find 200,000 yuan for him now?"

The name and amount all match.

Tucker no longer doubted anything. He gritted his teeth and looked at Atwater: "Listen, you know Grant, he is the pride of our community."

"This time, the little bastard wanted to kill the little girl himself."

"It's just that he doesn't dare at the moment."

"He asked someone to find me and asked me to help him find someone to solve the problem."

"Okay," Atwater squeezed his fist gently. With these words, Grant couldn't run away.

"listen."

He spread his hands towards Tucker: "I don't understand why you are telling me this?"

"You are from our community." Tucker gritted his teeth and said:

"Should know my reputation."

"Help me persuade Martel. I will take out 80,000, and then ask Grant to raise 20,000 for him."

"Don't worry, Grant will enter the league in the future."

"You are one of our own."