My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 823 Please Respect Yourself (Two in One)

A series of gunshots rang out, and bullets flew past.

The bang bang hit the fat man's feet, stirring up columns of smoke on the dirt floor.

This movement frightened the staff to raise their legs crazily.

People who didn't know it thought he was crazy.

The circles of fat on this staff member were shaking crazily with the gunshots, and Burgess even saw the sweat on that guy's body flying up.

"boom."

There was another gunshot, and a cloud of blood exploded from the insteps of the staff at the detention center.

"what!!!"

There was a howl, and he fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Burgess put away the Glock and looked blankly at the passage on the other side. Hank held a pistol in one hand and strode towards the staff member, with a stream of smoke coming out of the gun.

"Are you still running?"

Hank kicked the man over and said, "Are you going to run away again?"

The white man didn't speak, but gasped heavily. The running around almost didn't let his lungs escape. He gasped for a while, and then howled a few times in pain.

Hank immediately decided that he was not the shooter with this trashy look.

Footsteps sounded, and both Burgess and Roman followed.

Now that the person has caught it, Roman looked at Burgess and shrugged. The two put away the things in their hands and turned around in unison.

He stared straight ahead, looking at the empty passage.

It seemed that a peerless beauty would walk out of the empty passage at any moment.

"Tell me everything."

Hank held the gun in one hand and raised his leg expressionlessly.

He crushed the worker's instep hard: "Otherwise I will smash your other foot."

"Fake!!!"

The shrill screams echoed in the detention center.

Chicago Central Jail.

Due to the transfer to protective custody, Ethan and Atwater both changed into gray prison uniforms, and the two went to another prison area under the leadership of Antonio.

There were other prison guards, and they couldn't communicate with each other.

Therefore, they all walk in muffled voices.

In the narrow passage of the prison, the only sound was the rattling of ankle chains.

Although there was no time to communicate, the three of them knew very well that there was not much time left for them now.

Now it is urgent for colleagues outside to open a breakthrough and find the shooter, so that they can follow the original plan and let Atwater swindle out what he wants.

"Beep~~~."

A series of iron gates opened, and they came to this special prison area.

The people inside have a higher degree of freedom. They don't only have a short time to relax every day like outside. There are more than a dozen stainless steel tables in the hall, and people wearing gray prison uniforms like them gather together noisily.

Playing cards, chatting, arm wrestling, smoking, whatever.

Protective imprisonment allows you to enjoy more things that ordinary prisons outside cannot have.

Back then, there was an agreement with Ba Zhao.

Ask for a single cell and install a television in it.

So coming here can be said to be a blessing.

Of course, this blessing can only be enjoyed if you have some background and strength. As for ordinary prisoners, no matter where they go, they will be oppressed.

With greater freedom, bullying will naturally become more severe.

"Hey."

Antonio said to the female prison guard who came up: "The supervisor ordered these two people to be placed in protective custody. They both just came in today, and the relevant procedures are being processed."

"no problem."

The female prison guard nodded and looked at Atwater, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, knowing what was going on without guessing.

This is a guy who survived.

Well, everyone who survived a prison attack is lucky.

She turned her head again and looked at the other person.

Eyes suddenly lit up.

Ethan grinned at the tall and thick female prison guard, showing his white teeth.

When their anklets were untied, the female prison guard waved:
"follow me."

The two took their personal belongings and followed the female prison guard through the middle hall.

The scale of this prison area is much smaller. It is just two floors around the hall, and there are cells on the upper and lower floors. The direction of several people's progress is the stairs next to the hall.

Ethan didn't look sideways, but Atwater turned his head and looked in the middle of the seats.

Tucker was sitting on one of the chairs, holding a handful of playing cards.

In front of him, there were many cigarettes scattered.

Inside, there were also seven or eight strong old blacks around him, which made the corners of Atwater's mouth twitch. The evil lords' gang was powerful enough.

Yes, this is Chicago Central Prison.

Naturally, more locals would divert them. Coupled with the fresh blood they absorbed in the prison, this seemed normal.

Atwater's gaze naturally attracted Tucker's attention.

The latter raised his head and looked at Atwater, his eyebrows frowned. The tall man followed him in, which made him puzzled, but he suppressed his curiosity and continued to gamble.

Following the female prison guard up the second floor, Atwater was assigned to a messy room.

The same is the upper and lower bunk beds, and it is also shared with others.

Ethan continued to move forward, stopping only a few rooms away from Atwater.

"You're right here."

The female prison guard took off the key and opened the door.

The inside was clean and there was no sign of people living in it. Ethan shrugged his shoulders, and it seemed that the effect of brushing his face was good.

"Bang bang."

The female prison guard knocked on the door and said in a muffled voice, "Go in."

"Okay, sir."

Ethan nodded and walked in, put the quilt on the upper bunk, and planned to tidy up later.

The female prison guard glanced back and strode in.

One of her hands came out quietly, and Ethan was attacked, and his face changed drastically:

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"Sir, please respect yourself."

"Sir, please let go. I'm not an easy person."

He took a few steps back and leaned against the wall. He finally broke free from his clutches, took a deep breath, and looked at the tall and thick female prison guard with an ugly expression, resisting the urge to punch her.

"how?"

The female prison guard raised her eyebrows and shook her hand falsely.

She licked her lips and said, "That's right, you just came in because you thought I was ugly!"

"It doesn't matter, take your time, you will know later."

"Here, here's a sweet treat for you."

She reached into her pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and threw it on the bed: "Follow me from now on, at least your chrysanthemum won't be picked by others, think about it."

"Soon you will know how cost-effective my proposal is."

After speaking, the female prison guard turned around and walked out of the cell, her big fat buttocks twisting back and forth.

For those who have served a long sentence, her proposal is like winning a million dollars. The female prison guard also raised her lips, believing that this guy will give in soon, and all the people she has met for a long time are ugly monsters.

It's rare to meet a handsome guy, and it's the first day I come in.

This is also the reason why she can't wait to do it, otherwise she will be easily targeted by other bastards, and it will be troublesome then.

In the cell, Ethan couldn't help but grabbed a cigarette and lit one for himself.

For the sake of these cigarettes, I don't care about that female prison guard.

A glance at the whole picture shows that there are definitely not a few things like Chicago Central Prison, and the roots must have been rotten.

However, this has nothing to do with me.

After flicking the cigarette butt into the toilet, he looked around to make sure that there was no monitoring equipment in the room, and then he turned his palm, and a plastic box appeared out of thin air.

Open the lid and there is a cut steak inside, the meat is still steaming.

After eating the beef quickly, he took out another can of cold Coke.

After a full meal, he patted his belly and walked out of the cell. The female prison guard who was performing guard duties in the distance licked his lips at him.

Ethan's eyes twitched and he lay down on the guardrail of the circular corridor.

We must hurry up, and hope that people outside will make new progress, we can't stay here overnight, who the hell knows what that female prison guard will do at night, her arms are thicker than her own.

Thinking of this, he shivered all over.

Atwater, who was not far away, also walked out of the cell, and looked at Tucker in the hall below. His eyebrows were frowned. No matter what, he still wanted to find another chance to test it.

The following game will end soon.

Tucker put all the cigarettes in front of him into his pocket, got up and walked towards the stairs.

Several people behind him followed suit.

When he came to the second floor, he glanced at Atwater with an inexplicable smile, put his arms behind his back, and quickly made several gestures.

Followed by the group of people, they returned to the room one after another.

After Tucker stretched himself, his figure quietly disappeared into the door.

Seeing this, Atwater winked in Ethan's direction, and then walked slowly towards Tucker's room.

As soon as he got closer, he found that the other party was leaning against the wall.

Tucker's mournful eyebrows were raised, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You don't want to find a gang, boy, you really took a lot of thought to get close to me."

As he spoke, he looked back and forth over the wound on Atwater's face.

"listen."

Atwater was standing by the doorway, blinking, about to explain.

"do not move."

A deep voice sounded from behind.

A sharp object hit his waist, and there was a tingling pain, as if he would pierce him through the next moment.

From the room in front, two old blacks came out quickly.

They pulled back their clothes and pulled out a self-made weapon stuck in the waistband of their elastic trousers. It was a thing like a screwdriver, but the point was sharpened and gleamed with a glimmer of light.

Atwater swallowed, slowly raised his hand, and made a stop gesture:
"Listen to my explanation, I have no malice."

This gesture is normal, but Tucker doesn't know it, it's for another person to see.

Ethan, who was not far away, resisted the urge to explode.

Out of the corner of his eye, he scanned what happened next to him nervously. Atwater was now surrounded by several people. The scene was extremely dangerous. If he was not careful, he would be seriously injured and admitted to the hospital.

It is not impossible to lose your life.

"If Bangs and his people sent you in." Tucker crossed his arms and said with a sinister look:
"I'll take you out now."

"Please, it's not like you think." Atwater took a deep breath and said quickly, "I'm fine, I'm clean."

"I hung out with Slick for a while before."

"Seventy-eighth Street, that's right." Atwater nodded and explained, "Everyone is on the same block."

"is it?"

Tucker narrowed his eyes: "How is Slick doing now? I heard he's doing well now."

"Please, you know he's finished." Atwater forced a smile and relaxed his body: "Ever since he was put on by a Spanish chick in Rogers Park, he has no face on the road."

"Haha."

Tucker lowered his folded arms and waved with a chuckle: "Men always fall under a woman's skirt."

What the two said was local secrets.

If it weren't for people in the nearby community, they wouldn't know about that at all.

Atwater grew up nearby, so he naturally knew some secrets well, which was why Ethan agreed to let him contact the other party.

After some answering, he passed the level successfully.

"Yes."

Atwater felt the sharp weapon on his waist leave, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "So, he can't get along anymore."

The two people in front put away their homemade weapons and quickly returned to the room.

From the corner of his eyes, Ethan noticed that the old man standing behind Atwater hadn't left, and his elbows were still raised. These people were very guarded, as expected of old people.

"Go ahead."

Tucker approached Atwater and asked calmly: "What do you want from me?"

"It's about Grant. I know he's your nephew." Atwater shrugged and whispered, "Do you know what happened to him?"

"Ok?"

Tucker twitched his mouth: "What happened to him?"

"The little girl who reported on him was just shot in the head." Atwater said hurriedly with a hint of excitement on his face, "I just received the news too. I have to say, you are amazing."

"For this, I admire you. I didn't expect you to have such a powerful energy inside."

His words were out of necessity.

Since there are no further clues, it can only be induced in this way.

I hope this OG has a big mouth and can't help showing off in front of others.

There was a smile on Tucker's dark face. He curled his lips and said slowly, "Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Perhaps you should leave."

"This."

Atwater wanted to say something, but his lower back was blocked again.

This time, he didn't dare to talk nonsense.

Raising his hands, he walked slowly to the side. Now Atwater finally saw clearly the man standing behind him just now, with a short beard and extremely well-developed arms.

In the eyes, there is such a shock.

He knew this kind of person very well. He was someone who specialized in doing evil things and would stab a few people without any hesitation.

This time the temptation failed, which was within his expectation.

As long as the people outside can keep up, you can continue to induce, Atwater slowly exhaled, turned and walked back to his room.

Ethan raised his head and stared blankly at the ceiling.

I don't know how Hank and the others are doing their investigation now.

　Thanks to Nanshan Nanbian to meet Nanshan brother for rewarding and supporting, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)