My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 576 You Don't Understand

Follow the prison guard's footsteps and walk in along the narrow passage.

After turning a few doors, I finally came to the reception room of Stateville Prison.

"Boom."

The prison guard left and closed the iron gate.

The reception room is separated from the middle, with a cement wall below and a half thick glass window above.

There were only the two of them left, and Ethan sat down in the chair with peace of mind, waiting for the prison guards inside to bring Dominic over.

"Tada, tada."

Hank looked around, tapping his fingers on the windowsill.

"I hate this place."

After he said something inexplicably, he sat down.

"Are you reminded of yourself being in prison?" Ethan said with a smile and interest.

"Yes."

Hank felt a little uncomfortable and squirmed in his chair.

"What's it like inside?" Mentioning this, Ethan turned around immediately.

"For people like us, it's hell."

Hank took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "In the first few days when I went in, I didn't sleep at all, and my eyes were always open."

"I have been a police officer in Chicago for decades, can you imagine how many people I sent in with my own hands?"

"Then how did you persist?" Ethan raised his eyebrows.

Being locked up in the prison, and the prisoners and inmates around me, a "familiar" face will appear from time to time. Such a picture is exciting to think about.

For someone like Hank who acts in a rough manner, many of the people he sent in must have suffered from him.

Even if these are not mentioned, it is easy to go wrong just because of his blue background.

"There is no way to hold on."

Hank recalled the scene at that time, his cheeks puffed up: "In this kind of place, it's useless to fight again."

"Unless you don't care about everything and make the scene very bloody."

"Otherwise, as long as those beasts can't be suppressed, there will always be unlucky times. One day, two days, or three days without sleep is fine. What's next?"

"Those friends of yours?" Ethan asked with raised eyebrows.

"It's not everyone's luck is so good, there will always be someone you know in the same prison." Hank clenched his fists and said with a wry smile:

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. At that time, I was defenseless, and I was surrounded by several people and beat me."

"Fortunately, my luck did not fall to the bottom. At that time, the boss of a prison area stood up and led a group of people to rescue me. He also said that no one is allowed to touch me."

"After that, I was finally able to sleep peacefully."

"Don't worry about it, everything is over." Ethan patted him on the shoulder and comforted him in a low voice.

Even if Hank has received combat training, it is useless, his hair is gray, and his age is also there. Those who dare to stab in prison are all mixed up on the street, and no one has two brushes in their hands.

Just a few strong old blacks can easily knock him down.

"Actually, I said something wrong just now." Hank shook his head to indicate that it was all over, and then looked at Ethan:
"If it were you, there would be no problem in protecting yourself inside."

"Because your hands are hard and your heart is hard enough, you tell me the truth."

He glanced around and whispered, "The police station received a report that the lawyer Jenny disappeared. Did you do it?"

"I do not have."

"I didn't do it."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ethan raised his hands in denial.

"Nice job." Hank ignored him, and said to himself: "I have been a policeman for so many years, and I have never seen someone as black as you."

"It's a good thing you agreed to Phillips at the beginning, otherwise, I was really afraid of facing you."

"Please, don't say these words." Ethan stretched out his hand with a smile:

"We're a team now, aren't we?"

"of course."

Hank nodded, and clapped hands with Ethan heavily.

After waiting for a few minutes, the iron door inside was opened with a bang.

A strong, white man in a yellow prison uniform swayed into the compartment.

Handcuffs and anklets are all available.

"Unless you two are my new lawyers."

Dominic sat down on the chair impatiently, and said to the communicator in the middle of the glass with a hint of sneer: "Otherwise I'm not interested in chatting with you two idiots."

"Pelko is dead." Hank stood up and said condescendingly:

"On 18th Street, burned like a steak."

The smile on Dominic's face disappeared in an instant. He thought these notes were for clues to the robbery, but he didn't expect it to be this.

He realized in an instant that the people he was looking for would never dare to attack Perko.

"cut."

Dominic snorted: "I'm not a fool."

"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about, let's talk again when we have a chance."

"Snapped."

Ethan took the photos he had prepared in advance and put them on the glass with a smile on his face:
"Come, have a look."

"Although it is difficult to recognize, you are good friends, I think you should be able to recognize it, otherwise Perko will be very sad."

Seeing the photo in Ethan's hand, Dominic stopped in his tracks.

The smug eyes fade away in an instant, becoming shocked, sad and disbelieving.

"why?"

Dominic touched the photo with trembling fingers, but it was a pity that he could never touch the person in the photo again through a layer of glass and a photo.

"who is it?"

His eyes were red, full of murderous intent: "Who did it?"

"Come and tell me." Ethan pressed the photo, and said the words that had been discussed before: "Pelko found you and asked you to help contact me to rob $800 million, right?"

"You asked your friends in the gang to kill Pelko in order to save a share?"

"You shut up." Dominique growled angrily. "I will never treat Pelko like that. Shut up your stinky mouth."

"No, no, I think that must be the case."

Ethan shrugged and said, "Otherwise, what's the explanation?"

"You do not understand."

"Boom."

Dominique's tears streamed down, and he slammed the glass: "I love Pelko, I love him so much."

"I would give my life for him."

Well, I really don't understand this.

Ethan froze for a moment, then silently put away the photos.

"Tell me, who did it?" Dominic roared like a wounded beast: "Is it Novak?"

His lover died, and this guy didn't care about anything.

Without even asking, he confessed directly to his accomplice.

"Sorry." Ethan took out all the photos below: "Novak, and his companions are all dead."

"Also, the $800 million is gone."

"Hey~"

Ethan whistled and waved his palm up and down: "Just like that, it flew away."

"impossible."

Dominic sat down in a chair in shock when he saw the picture on the windowsill.

"The facts are right in front of you."

Ethan sniffed and spread out his hands: "Lover, friend, money, you get nothing."

"By the way, there is one thing that can confirm that you can get it."

"Additional punishment!"

Dominic's burly body curled up, tears streaming down his face like a helpless child.

This is what Ethan and Hank agreed upon, one bad news after another.

Break through his defenses and stir up his emotions.

Knowing that Pelko was the one he loved, Ethan added something to the mix.

After being hit in a row, I don't believe that he didn't speak.

Knocking on the window sill, Ethan spoke out: "I have some news here, do you want to hear it?"

Dominic didn't look up, just stared blankly at the photo.

"This news can avenge Perko, you don't want to know." Ethan put away the photo, nodded to Hank and said, "Let's go."

"Wait a moment."

Dominic stood up abruptly, slapping the glass with both hands in a hurry: "What news?"

Ethan nodded to Hank, and the two sat down again.

"The only confirmed thing now is that the Colombians did it."

Ethan crossed his arms and looked at him coldly: "Do you know anything about this?"

"do not know."

Dominic's eyes flickered with confusion first, and then they were filled with killing intent: "I don't know anything."

"Hehe, you want to take revenge yourself?"

Ethan sneered: "That's 800 million, enough to go back to Columbia and enjoy the rest of your life. When you get out of prison, are you sure you can find those people?"

"Say what else we can do to those Colombians."

"If you don't tell me, I'll close the case directly."

After hesitating for a while, Dominic said with shame on his face:

"My roommate is Colombian and I used to brag about something to him."

Ethan tapped on the windowsill, "Name?"

"Boom."

With a muffled sound, Dominic's back disappeared behind the iron gate.

"If you don't flow, you don't flow."

Hank shook his head: "That's why big mouths are the most taboo in their business."

"Do you need to talk to his roommate?" Ethan put the photo in his pocket.

"It's useless." Hank narrowed his eyes:

"These Colombians, even if they die, will not cooperate."

"By the way, tell him that Dominic already knows about this." Ethan thought of an idea: "Let's make a deal with that Colombian, provide him with protective custody, and change the cell."

"Trust me, it's just a waste of our time."

Hank took the lead and walked outside: "The other party will definitely not be afraid of this level of threat. Colombians are also a very strong force in prison."

Hearing what he said, Ethan had no choice but to give up.

Looking back, there was a gleam of light shining from the few tears remaining on the glass window sill.

(End of this chapter)