My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Despite his anger, Tucker still tried to persuade the big boss in front of him, that is, Atwater.

After being in prison for many years, his outside income has long been cut off.

This time, it can be said that even the coffin has been taken out.

But there is no way. If Martel explodes, even if he cooperates with the Bureau of Tobacco and Firearms, he will not be able to escape the fate of life imprisonment in the future. He can only comfort him first.

Throw in a little sweetness and get the other party to cooperate.

When he gets out, he will kill both of them.

Thinking of this, Tucker's eyes flashed with light. Anyone who dared to threaten him would die.

Atwater smiled.

The task has been completed, let’s pretend to agree first.

Now he just needed to get away and wait for Antonio to take him out. He opened his mouth and was about to speak.

"Yo."

There was a low growl from outside the door: "Tucker, this bastard is a cop, don't talk to him anymore."

Atwater turned his head suddenly. The man with a short beard was standing at the door, panting. There were five people behind him, all looking at him with ferocious eyes.

"Hey."

Atwater swallowed and quickly explained: "Is there some misunderstanding? I don't know what you are talking about."

But his body tensed up, faintly on guard, hoping that Ethan would come soon.

The situation in front of him made him feel a little numb.

"What's up?"

Tucker's breath suddenly became hot and he looked at his men viciously.

"The news has spread throughout D-area."

The short-bearded man held the screwdriver stuck in the waistband of his trousers and slowly pulled it out: "There is a person over there who was caught by this bastard. It's absolutely true, he is a cop."

Not only him, but several people behind him also took out their homemade weapons.

A bunch of big bosses, with crazy lights flashing in their eyes.

These people are all serious criminals.

He hates law enforcement officers so much that he will do evil things whenever he has the chance.

What's more, this is prison now.

This note was delivered to my door by myself, so naturally they were not polite.

"Farke."

Tucker realized in an instant that he had been tricked. This was someone who came in to trick him.

Martel must have been caught.

There must be no evidence from these notes that can link him and Grant. This bastard came in to induce recording evidence.

Now, the evidence is to be destroyed.

"Uh-huh."

He pulled out the screwdriver hidden on his body and shouted viciously:

"kill him!"

Following Tucker's order, the short-bearded man roared, a cold light flashed from the screwdriver in his hand, and he stabbed Atwater's waist hard.

Atwater swished and broke into a cold sweat:

"Boss!!!"

"Snapped."

With a crisp sound, the short-bearded man's wrist was grabbed by a big hand stretched out from the side.

The power was so great that he couldn't resist it.

"I am coming."

Ethan grinned at Atwater, grabbed the short-bearded man's wrist, and pushed back.

"puff."

The sharp screwdriver penetrated the bearded man's jaw and emerged from between the two rows of teeth.

A wisp of blood was also brought out.

"ah!!!"

This burst of severe pain caused the short-bearded man to howl loudly.

The sound was so loud that it resounded throughout the entire prison area.

The scene in front of them shocked everyone. It was too scary and looked too painful.

Only then did the old black men next to him react.

"Fakeyu."

"I'll kill you, cop."

"Asshole, let go."

Ethan's move attracted the attention of several people outside. They cursed and waved their homemade weapons at Ethan.

"Ah~ah~ah~"

Screams sounded intermittently.

Ethan directly grabbed the short-bearded man's wrist and quickly stepped back.

If you are pulled by those sharp blades, you will suffer a loss.

The screwdriver was stuck in his chin, and his hand could not move. The short-bearded man was dragged away like a cow, leaving a trail of blood in the corridor.

The people behind yelled and rushed forward, waving their sharp blades.

"Thank you for your generous gift."

Only then did the tall and thick female prison guard react.

She didn't expect this gentle pretty girl to attack so harshly. The contrast was so stark that she couldn't help but tighten her thighs, then pulled out her baton and hit the alarm bell on the wall hard.

"Ding ding ding."

Bells symbolizing riots and emergencies echoed in several nearby prison areas.

This situation is much more serious than a fight in a restaurant.

In the monitoring room, the red warning light in area C on the computer screen flashed.

"There is a riot in Area C."

The person in charge of monitoring immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and said, "Immediately bring an explosion-proof shield and go over to suppress it."

The prison guard who heard the sound immediately drew his baton.

This includes Antonio. As soon as the alarm bell rings, he immediately knows what has happened and must rush over to rescue him.

After the female prison guard rang the alarm bell, she quickly hid in a corner.

You can't do anything now. A large group of people are fighting together above. They run up to deliver food, but their own lives are at stake.

Besides, now we have to guard against the people below.

Prisoners in prison are like wild animals and cannot see blood.

As soon as he sees blood, he becomes agitated instantly.

Hearing the rapid alarm bells in their ears, the howling above, and the dripping blood, the prisoners in the hall cheered wildly. They slapped the table hard and looked excitedly towards the arena upstairs.

The noise and bustle seemed to tear the roof off, and they watched this rare show with excitement.

A group of people outside were led away by Ethan.

Atwater also got rid of the dilemma of being attacked from both sides. Although Tucker pounced, he easily dodged it and ran outside the house.

Now, it’s not about fighting to the death.

As long as the prison guards come to suppress them, they can easily escape from the predicament.

On the other side, Ethan had completely different ideas.

The gang of bastards in front of them were ruthless, sending wisps of cold light piercing the vital parts of their bodies. Without ruthlessness, they would not be able to hold on until Antonio came over.

Running with one person is too slow.

He let go of the short-bearded man's wrist and kicked him over.

A powerful and heavy kick sent the short-bearded man flying backwards, knocking down two people, and then stopped with a cry of pain.

Prison uniform, take off easily.

He stepped back quickly to avoid the two screwdrivers that were thrust towards him.

As he stepped back, his wrist quickly turned.

The prison uniform was quickly spun into one, and then the arm was thrown forward, and the twisted prison uniform was pulled out like a whip.

"Snapped."

When it hit the face of the person at the front, there was a muffled sound.

His face trembled, and his steps became messy.

Don't underestimate a piece of clothing. If you draw it in the right position, you can still beat the opponent until stars appear in his eyes and make him dizzy.

The clothes lost their strength and became fluffy.

Taking advantage of the situation, he threw it in the face of the second person who followed him. Ethan moved forward without retreating. With a spring in his step, he rushed towards the gang of black men with his upper body naked.

Attack is the best defense.