My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 821 Sudden Changes
"lunch time."

The prison guards shouted, accompanied by the sound of batons beating.

"bump."

The iron door popped open automatically.

With a swish, the white boy jumped out from the lower bunk, wanting to run out.

"what are you doing?"

A voice from behind made him stop abruptly, and his body also trembled.

This demon is really not joking.

I was beaten alive three times just now because of my snoring. I don’t know where this bastard learned the beating skills. Now my whole body hurts like needles.

He was so frightened that he didn't dare to sleep again, he could only open his eyes and wait for the meal time.

"hungry."

The white boy forced a laugh: "I want to eat quickly."

"Boom."

Ethan put on his shoes and jumped out of bed.

"You are too mean." Stepping forward, he put his arms around his shoulders: "You don't even wait for me to eat, are you still a prisoner?"

"Feel sorry."

The white boy was numb all over, and said dryly: "It's my fault, the main reason is that there are beef patties to eat today, you know, the opportunity is rare."

"Snapped."

Ethan slapped him on the head: "What do I understand, who do you think I am, a prisoner?"

"Am I the one who can't even eat beef patties?"

The small cell made him sleep uneasy, and the toilet was right next to it, and the smell that couldn't be washed off made him irritable.

"No."

The white boy shrank his head, looked at the other person's orange prison uniform that was the same as his own, and shook his head like a rattle.

"Let's go."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I have a bad temper, and I made you feel wronged."

This big reversal made the white boy's nose sore.

He looked at Ethan with emotion. In fact, besides being handsome, this guy is also a good person!

"Wait until the meal is finished."

Ethan pushed him gently and followed the team outside: "Brush the toilet clean at least three times."

The white boy staggered and almost fell.

Naturally, the meals came in batches, and the warden arranged them in the same prison area for the convenience of their contact with Tucker.

From a distance, you can see a group of old blacks walking down the stairs from the opposite side.

Ethan winked at Atwater, signaling him to find a chance to get close to Tucker later, at least to get familiar with him.

Soon I arrived at the restaurant, holding a plastic dinner plate and slowly following the queue.

Sticky mashed potatoes, orange corn kernels.

A loaf of bread so hard it made a sound when dropped on a tray, and a small tray of black beef patties.

After drinking another glass of juice, he took a tray of unpalatable food and the white boy in Nuo Da's restaurant, and sat down at random.

Although, the other party really wants to find a friend to sit with.

No matter what, if you complain to others, you will suffer from a mental illness, and you will feel better.

But under Ethan's gaze, the white boy could only sit down obediently.

With a companion, it won't be too conspicuous.

Ethan used a plastic spoon to poke at the dry beef patty. He had no intention of moving it at all. It looked like a flying pile.

"The people who just came in are all like you."

Seeing Ethan poking the small pile of boiled corn kernels in boredom, the white boy boldly said: "After a long time, you will know that this is the best thing we can eat."

"boom."

Ethan picked it up with his spoon, and the beef patty flew to the opposite plate: "If you like it, then eat more."

"really?"

The white boy looked at Ethan in surprise, but he quickly shrugged his shoulders, grabbed the beef patty and ate it, looking at him fiercely, as if he was venting some hatred.

Ethan scooped up the corn kernels, one bite at a time.

His eyes fell on Atwater.

The latter put down the tray, rubbed his palms together, and walked quickly to the line next to him.

"Yo."

Atwater went straight to Tucker: "Hommi, you are from the Southern District, right?"

"Boy, back off."

Before Tucker could speak, several old blacks around him greeted him: "Who are you and what do you want to do?"

"no offence."

Atwater took two steps back and held up his hands. "Calm down, man, we're from the same neighborhood."

"Understand?"

"I came in today and wanted to find myself."

To survive in prison, ordinary people want to avoid being bullied, it is best to quickly find a team and integrate into it.

His behavior was normal.

The gangs in the prison also use this method to absorb new blood.

After hearing Atwater's words, the old black men relaxed.

"Row."

When the first bald old man crossed his hands in front of his chest: "Who are you messing with?"

Now this program is winding.

Make sure it's one of your own or a rival gang.

Tucker behind him hugged his chest and looked at Atwater with interest. With this kind of physique, he was actually a good fighter.

At this time, something happened suddenly.

"Tuck."

Three prison guards came over with handcuffs and chains and shouted: "Put your hands up and put your feet together."

"The doctor wants to see you and is now transferring you to protective custody."

Seeing this situation, Atwater stepped back quickly, resisting the urge to look at Ethan.

Next to him, Ethan held the spoon tightly.

This situation was completely out of plan.

Protective confinement is a completely different prison area. Now that Tucker has moved away, what's the use of them staying here.

Lift your head and look towards the tower in the middle.

Antonio held the belt with both hands, and watched everything that happened in front of him.

Noticing Ethan's gaze, he nodded and turned to leave.

"Whoa."

The sound of iron chains sounded, and Tucker moved forward slowly under the guard of the prison guards.

Atwater suppressed his panic, spread his hands towards the old blacks, turned and returned to his seat, and exchanged glances with Ethan.

Signaling the other party to stay calm, Ethan slowly chewed the corn kernels.

A few minutes later, Antonio hurried over.

He blinked, then walked quickly to the leftover food trash can, and looked around at the prisoners in the dining area.

Ethan picked up the plate and walked towards Antonio.

With the spoon in his hand, he slowly pushed the remaining food into the trash can: "What happened?"

"Hank contacted the warden."

Antonio's lips moved slightly: "It was the actions of the Tobacco and Firearms Administration. Those guys were afraid that we would forcefully contact Tucker, so they quickly agreed to the request made by the other party."

"Now it is transferred to protective custody. The bailiff is going through the formalities to transfer Tucker to the witness protection program."

"That is to say." Ethan frowned:
"We're running out of time."

"That's right." Antonio nodded his head slightly: "You need to get Tucker's criminal recordings before he leaves the prison."

"But he's changed prisons now." Ethan had a headache, gritted his teeth and said:
"It means that Atwater and I will follow."

Antonio turned his head and glanced at Ethan: "Yes, and there are only two ways to obtain protective imprisonment."

"Either you're sick, or..."

"Ah."

Ethan nodded, no need for Antonio to say, he knew what to do.

Throwing the dinner plate aside, he walked quickly to the seat just now, put his hands on the table and said to the white boy with a smile, "Come on, let's play a fun little game."

"Or, you punch me now."

"Or, go back to the cell later, I'll kill you!!!"

"How do you choose?"

The white boy's mouth opened wide, and half a piece of bread fell from his mouth.

(End of this chapter)