My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"boom!"

Down the hall on the first floor, dozens of people saw Ethan rushing forward and shouted in unison, causing a roar.

He clenched his fist and swung it to the chin of the person he had stunned.

"Bang."

The nearly two hundred kilogram body fell sideways and collapsed.

In the eyes of those who have mastered certain skills, attacking the chin is a very effective way to quickly subdue the opponent. It will not cause too serious damage and can instantly disintegrate the enemy's combat power.

We were working undercover now, so if we got into a fight and got slightly injured, it would be fine.

If people are killed and disabled, they won't be able to eat and walk around, so Ethan must control the degree, which is the most important thing.

As soon as one of them fell over, the other two rushed over.

From such a close distance, you can smell the stench of sweat on their bodies, and the sound of their breathing can be heard in your ears.

Turn sideways to avoid the sharp edge.

He raised the arm of the person on the right, cut it straight with his palm, and struck it like lightning under the armpit.

"bump."

There was another muffled sound, accompanied by a roar.

The facial features of the big black bald head were wrinkled, and his feet stood up like a little girl. His mouth was twitching and he was gasping for air.

Being hit so hard, it hurt so much that it penetrated my heart and bones.

Ethan retracted his palm and quickly held it out.

The bald man's chin was pressed against the wall, and he collapsed instantly.

Beside, a cold light flashed.

Ethan forcibly moved his body back a few centimeters, and the screwdriver, which was as sharp as an iron nail, passed in front of him and nailed it to the wall with a loud bang.

The wall was knocked away and penetrated deeply.

Ethan had no doubt that this poke would kill him directly.

"Farke."

He roared angrily, stepped sideways, twisted his hips, and shot into the sky.

"Bang."

The inch-headed old black man who had just swung the punch was punched in the mouth by him, and several teeth flew down from the second floor with a wisp of blood, splattering on a bare head.

The short-headed old black man was knocked unconscious instantly, and his whole body was carried by the force and hung to the guardrail.

"White boy."

The bald white man on the first floor dipped his finger into the blood on his head, licked it with his tongue, and shouted excitedly: "That's it, get rid of all these niggas, come on!"

The guy above is like a little sheep jumping into a pack of tigers.

However, he transformed into a violent beast and beat those people like beef patties, which made him feel excited.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Seeing his own people being chopped down like vegetables and melons, a burly old black man next to him was angry. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and walked over: "I've noticed that you've been unhappy for a long time. Let's have some fun?"

"Just come."

The bald white man took advantage of his unpreparedness and punched out: "Fakeyu, do you think I feel comfortable seeing you?"

Not only these two people, but others are no longer content to just watch.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he naturally wanted to seek revenge and complain. For a moment, fists and foot poles were flying, and the gray prison uniform and red blood became one color.

People of other ethnic groups evaded.

They ran to the corner and squatted down, holding their heads with their hands, watching the black and white battle with great interest, and still analyzing the situation. This was a rare show in several years.

"Dududu."

The prison door opened, and more than twenty prison guards poured in like a tide, holding shields. The brass whistles in their mouths blew rapidly, and batons fell like raindrops.

All told, sixty or seventy people were huddled together in the hall.

"Bang."

Antonio swung his baton hard and knocked an old black man down.

He raised his head and looked up to the second floor.

I saw Ethan Guang, naked to the waist, stepping forward with a ferocious aura. He stomped hard on a prisoner who was trying to get up.

Antonio grinned and seemed to hear a muffled sound when his head hit the corridor.

"Step aside."

He took a deep breath, held up the explosion shield, and rushed toward the stairs, beating the baton wildly in his hand.

Now is not the time to watch a show.

It's too late, but it's soon.

Before the three people who were knocked over could get up, Ethan knocked down the people in front of him. He panted and stepped forward, one by one, like stepping on moles, kicking down the two people who wanted to get up. Fainted.

He moved his steps and aimed at the old black man whose chin was pierced.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The other party shook his head wildly and moved back quickly with his hands and feet on the ground.

Seeing this, Ethan put his feet down.

Just give in, he's not someone who kills without blinking an eye.

He raised his head and looked forward, and Atwater happened to look over panting. He pressed one knee on Tucker, who was roaring crazily, and cut his arms behind his back.

Although Tucker holds a sharp weapon, he is more than twenty years older than Atwater.

The latter spent a lot of effort and successfully subdued Tucker easily. Just when he was about to go over and help Ethan, he didn't expect that the opponent was one to six, but the battle was resolved before him.

He smiled at Ethan and lifted up Tucker's head fiercely:

"You bastard, you won't even spare a ten-year-old girl. You can't get away with murder."

"Including your nephew, wait until the bottom of the prison is penetrated, Fakeyu."

Just then, Antonio and several prison guards rushed up.

He looked at the people lying on the ground, swallowed, and then looked nervously at Atwater, who carefully patted his belly button downwards and nodded heavily.

"You bastard."

There was a roar from behind Antonio, and a figure jumped out.

Parela roared and rushed forward, swung his baton and hit Atwater on the head: "Who do you think you are to dare to cause such a thing?"

Two riots in a row were all related to this bastard.

The prison guard was so angry that he tried his best to injure people in order to vent his anger.

"Snapped."

The falling wrist was firmly grasped by a big hand.

Another hand followed closely behind.

Antonio took a step slower, but held Parela's wrist tightly, and the baton stopped when it was still some distance away from Atwater's head.

"Just relax and don't get excited."

Ethan said in a deep voice to the prison guard leader: "This is the Chicago police. Please take us to see the warden."

While speaking, he used his free hand to draw a circle around his body.

"Waterfa?"

Parreira looked shocked and murmured: "Are you the police?"

He turned his head with difficulty again and looked at Antonio, who was being held by the opponent. The latter nodded.

"Clang."

He loosened his grip and dropped the baton.

After rolling around in the corridor a few times, it slowly stopped.

"Boom."

The iron mesh wall, several meters high, slowly opened.

Two men in prison uniforms and one in a correctional officer's uniform walked out of the Chicago Central Prison, accompanied by the warden.

"Thank you very much for your help."

Ethan and the white-haired warden shook hands heavily and said gratefully: "The little girl's family, as well as the Chicago Police Department, are very grateful for your help."

"I'm very sorry for causing you a lot of trouble."

"piece of cake."

The warden shook Ethan's arm and smiled nonchalantly: "Those bastards will fight among themselves and injure many people throughout the year. That's okay."

"Tell Hank for me to play cards tonight."

"Okay, no problem." Ethan happily let go of his hand, indicating that it was no problem.

Antonio and the others also expressed their gratitude respectively. They said goodbye to the warden and walked together to the gray Dodge parked not far away.

"Hey."

The car door opened and Erin jumped out of the car.

She quickly raised her phone, smiled and shouted: "Eggplant~~~"

"Shet."

Ethan and Atwater looked at each other and rushed over with strange screams. It was okay if this kind of photo was left behind.

"Hahaha."

The three men chased around the vehicle, and Antonio laughed heartily.