My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 177
When Emmett said that they were all little white trash, the burly man in a black vest clenched his fists in front of him.

Hood paced back and forth, scratching his chin and said, "If you are scolded, you can't do anything. Is this still stipulated in the self-defense agreement?"

"That's right." Hood raised his head and said to the few people in front of him with a smile on his face:

"I forgot to tell you, his wife is white, isn't she a good match?"

The three white supremacists all cast their eyes on Emmet in an instant. If their eyes could be turned into random arrows, Emmet would have been pierced by thousands of arrows at this time.

Ethan frowned at this moment, Hood shouldn't have said such a thing.

Although they all want to anger these people, they can do it another way, he said, Emmett will be remembered by these white supremacists, and the family is vulnerable to retaliation.

At this time, Emmett spread his hands and raised his eyebrows at the person in front of him.

The burly man in the black vest clenched his cheeks, like an enraged bull, he swung his arm and punched Emmett in the face.

The heavy punch fell on the face, and Emmett stood still and swallowed it abruptly, but his head followed the fist.

He turned his head and showed his white teeth to the strong man in the black vest.

"It now constitutes a self-defense agreement."

"Fakyu, Neko."

The man in the vest saw the blood between Emmet's teeth, cursed angrily, and punched again with a strong wind.

Emile ducked quickly and ducked, throwing a left hook to his ribs.

Seeing this, the man in the T-shirt rushed forward with a big wrench.

Brock buried his head in the charge, and the second striker came first, throwing him away, and the two fell beside an abandoned car.

At this time, Sharp took the opportunity to spread his legs and escape backwards.

"Shet"

Hood cursed secretly, and quickly chased after him.

Emmett and the man in the vest were about the same size, standing in place like two bulls, swinging their arms at each other with punches and cannons.

Brock successfully pushed the man in the T-shirt to the ground and punched him in the face excitedly.

It's a pity that his figure is too clumsy, his stomach hinders his performance, and the man in the T-shirt who is under him easily dodges his swung fist.

Instead, the man in the T-shirt took advantage of the situation and threw his arms around his shoulders, knocking Brock over.

The two switched positions in an instant, and the man in the T-shirt raised his fist and landed on Brock with a slap.

"what..."

Brock let out a cry of pain, watching the huge fist hit his eye socket again, he closed his eyes and yelled.

"Ethan, save me."

With a loud "bang", Brock trembled all over, and quickly opened his eyes.

The man in the T-shirt in front of him had disappeared, and Ethan stood on top of him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ethan followed Hood to catch up, but he didn't expect Brock to be overturned to the ground after two or three efforts, and was even punched.

He stopped and turned back.

When Brock shouted his name, Ethan kicked.

The hard combat boots came crashing into the man in the t-shirt with such force that it landed on the T-shirt man's face, kicking him away.

The force of the impact caused his head to slam to the side and slam into the car, and the man in the T-shirt hugged his head and groaned in pain.

After the man in the vest and Emmett punched each other a few times, they were hit by Emmett's powerful fists.

Emmett easily dodged the fists he swung one after another. Emmett hit his chin with an uppercut, and suddenly his head buzzed.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Emmet held the bald man with both hands and rushed towards the shell of the car next to him.

"boom."

A crater was instantly sunken in the top of the car shell, and the bald man in the vest was hit hard, and he lay on the ground and twitched.

Emmett stepped forward, kicked his ass hard, and let out a sigh of relief.

Ethan stretched out his arm and pulled Brock up, "You should be able to handle this kind of thing easily, is this a mistake?"

Brock slapped the dust on his body, and said helplessly:

"No way, there are too many stones on the ground, and my feet are slippery."

Ethan gave him a thumbs up in his heart, as long as he was given a pole, he would be able to slide down with a swipe, full marks for stepping off the stage.

He walked the other way. "Emmet, are you okay?"

"Never been better."

Emmet turned around, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled comfortably.

As a black man, even if he is a policeman, it is not uncommon for him to encounter big and small discrimination when he goes out on duty.

He felt extremely relieved to be able to beat up these white supremacists who put discrimination on the surface.

Ethan stepped forward and looked at the burly man in a black vest lying on the ground, with a huge bootprint on his pants.

He unceremoniously stretched out his foot and kicked it a few times, blurring the boot prints.

Hood ran after Sharp and came to an open parking lot.

There were densely packed abandoned vehicles parked above, and Sharp panicked and scurried around inside like a mouse.

When he got out of an abandoned vehicle, he stopped the movement of his feet.

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun in front of him, a drop of sweat flowed from his forehead.

"Run."

The Glock in Hood's hand nodded, "Why don't you keep running."

Sharp held up his hands and took two steps back with his mouth pursed.

"What do you want to know, Mr.

Hood said with a sneer, "Since you don't plan to run away, tell me everything you know about Proctor making the pill."

After running for a while, Sharp's bald head was covered with sweat stains. He wiped his forehead with a smile, and then put his hands down.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Sharp shook his head and took two steps forward, put his bald forehead on the muzzle of the gun, and looked straight at Hood, "Kill me if you have the ability."

"Ok."

Hood shook his head and lowered his pistol.

Just as Sharp breathed a sigh of relief, Hood kicked up and landed between his legs.

"Fakyu."

Sharp screamed, his legs twisted unnaturally, and he knelt down on the ground.

"Let me remind you."

"You're a delivery driver." Hood held his bald head and knocked Sharp down with a punch.

"You start from Banshee Town and deliver the goods to Philadelphia."

Hood lifted him up and punched him again, blood spattered, staining the grass beside him red.

Sharp fell on his back, his nose on one side, and Hood rode on top of him.

"Do you want me to continue?"

Sharp shook his dazed head and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Who told you that?"

"This has nothing to do with you, you say it or not."

"Fakeyu, you arrest me." Sharp's neck was flushed, and he gritted his teeth and shouted:
"Even if you send me to prison, I won't die. Do you think I will betray someone like Proctor for you?"

Seeing Sharp's reticence, Hood was so angry that he put the Glock back in the holster.

"Mare Falk, I believe you will not betray Proctor for me."

"But I believe you will for it."

Seeing Hood's fierce eyes, Sharp panicked.

"Shet, what do you want to do?"

(End of this chapter)