My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

"what happened?"

Around the corner, there was a response.

Antonio walked out quickly. This guy was wearing a pair of medium pants, a black vest, and a pair of boxing gloves on his hands.

It should have been a while since I was sweating profusely.

"Haha."

When he saw Ethan, he happily stretched out his fist gloves: "Boss, I really didn't expect you to come here."

"I thought you were sleeping in."

"bump."

The fists, one big and one small, touched together.

"OK."

Ethan took off his backpack, shrugged and asked, "What should I do now?"

"Change clothes."

Pointing to a small cubicle in the corner next to him, Antonio said cheerfully: "Hurry up and play with you twice in a while."

While talking, the former police chief threw a bunch of keys over.

At the same time, he explained.

Everyone has their own dedicated cabinet with simple shower facilities.

Nothing else.

Following Antonio, he walked to the side and beyond the wall of the front desk, he saw what was going on inside. In the middle of the matador boxing gym was a boxing ring more than one meter high.

Two people were fighting above.

Next to it is a small equipment area, all filled with barbells, dumbbells and other things I often play with.

There are fewer things, such as more iron houses.

"Oh!"

The heavy barbell fell to the floor with a muffled sound.

The shiny old man whistled in this direction and grinned with big white teeth: "Hey, Boss, I knew you would definitely come over, hahaha!"

"Bump bump."

Atwater clapped his hands and shouted to Halsted, who was hitting sandbags not far away: "Jay, Detective Lindsay and I are not polite."

"Hey, Boss."

Horsted shook his head and said hello again to Ethan.

Next to her, Erin looked smiling.

Nadia was also here, panting and jumping rope. The little rabbit kept jumping. With Rusek watching over her, she couldn't stop yet. She just nodded at Ethan with all her strength.

Come on, this is a big gathering of the intelligence team.

Everyone is here except Orlinsky and Mouse.

It seems that they often exercise here in the morning. No wonder they all complained about themselves last night.

Apart from that, there are not many outsiders.

To be honest, the environment here is not very good, and the business is probably not going to be very good. No wonder Antonio often pulls people over at the police station.

Nodding to the acquaintances one by one, Ethan looked to the side:
"You lose or you win."

"Haha."

Antonio smiled awkwardly and said sheepishly: "I lost five dollars. I didn't expect you to actually come here."

"very good."

Ethan nodded with satisfaction and strode into the locker room.

The former spread his fists with a look of helplessness.

After changing clothes, Antonio was still waiting outside. Ethan moved his arms and asked curiously: "If I guess correctly, you should have stayed in this place for a long time."

It can be judged from the reaction of the former police chief just now.

This guy is like half the staff here.

"You wouldn't guess it."

Antonis looked at the mottled walls around him and sighed: "When I was 14 years old, I first set foot here after working at a convenience store. It changed the trajectory of my life from then on."

"At that time, I was also helping a guy named Hard Bones transport unique items from a Spanish gang."

He poked at it and said calmly:
"That guy lives upstairs. I used to be beaten black and blue by him."

Shaking his head and smiling, Antonio looked at a flag hanging on the ceiling: "After training here for a period of time, the situation became reversed. Later, I came into contact with this."

"Junior Boxing League."

He breathed a heavy sigh and said with complicated eyes: "This not only saved me, but also saved many children like me."

Above their heads is a big flag.

YBL.It should be the abbreviation of the Youth Boxing League. On one side of the flag, there is the logo of the Chicago Police Department.

Ethan immediately understood what was going on. The police department had long been cooperating with some sports associations to influence and help some young people who had gone astray and get them back on the right path through these channels.

I just didn't expect that Antonio was once one of them.

"Hey."

Facing his curious gaze, Antonio shrugged: "Everyone has his history, and I am no exception, right?"

"Yes."

Ethan smiled and said, "I just can't tell that you were once a troubled boy."

What he said just now almost startled him.

Who would have thought that Antonio was a gang delivery boy when he was a kid.

Too much contrast.

"OK, you can do it yourself."

Antonio hammered his gloves and walked quickly to the sandbag area next to him: "My warm-up is not over yet, I don't care about you, bastard!"

"Boom."

A heavy jab landed hard on the hanging sandbag.

People who exercise regularly are addicted.

Before reaching the predetermined goal, I always feel a little uncomfortable.

"Hey."

Coming to Rusek's side, Ethan opened his arms: "Why are you here too? Is your ankle okay?"

"It's okay to walk normally."

Rusek held a timer in his hand and said with some embarrassment: "I'm here to do bench press, this doesn't affect me."

No one was injured, except for his sprained foot.

Last night at Molly's Bar, he was ridiculed a lot by everyone. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and quickly became indifferent.

"Clap clap clap."

The skipping rope was waved so quickly that Nadia had no time to speak.

The neck was covered with glistening sweat.

Ethan ignored her and went to the corner, turned on his phone, and started his morning exercise.

"dududu~"

After a burst of high-pitched music, there was an energetic male voice.

"Now let's do the eighth set of radio gymnastics."

"No progress."

"go!"

"1234 5678, 2234 5678."

"Boom."

The dumbbells in Erin's hands slipped onto the floor mat.

The rope tripped and Nadia almost fell. Rusek's neck was stiff and he stared blankly at his sergeant.

"bump."

Horsted forgot to dodge the reverberating sandbag and was hit hard.

"damn it."

He cursed secretly and quickly covered his sore nose.

"Gudu."

Atwater squeezed the bottle and swallowed a large swallow of water.

"Feel sorry."

Waving to the people who were stunned in the boxing training hall, Ethan was a little embarrassed: "I forgot to mute the sound, you continue."

Forget that this is not your home, and it is not good to disturb others.

After some fiddling, he started his warm-up exercises in a serious manner, completely ignoring the strange looks around him.

After the training hall was quiet for a while, the sound of exercise began again.

"Hey."

A strong black man untied his hands with dissatisfaction and strode towards Ethan: "This is a training hall, not a circus. What do you think you are doing?"

"I don't care whose friend you are, don't do any funny tricks here."

"Logan."

Atwater stepped forward to block it, beating the straps he had just tied: "Do you have any objections?" (End of Chapter)