My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 825 You are committing a crime
Seeing Hank's unwavering eyes, Ruzek only walked downstairs quickly.

In the kitchen, the corresponding tools were found.

Back upstairs, he hesitated for a moment before handing the large scissors to Hank, stood firm, and did not leave.

Horstead looked at Martel, sighed softly and walked out of the room.

These actions made Martel swallow his saliva:

"What do you want to do?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Hanging up the phone, Hank glanced at him.

Hank bent down and flicked the scissors lightly, then opened the scissors: "Come and help."

The latter sentence was spoken to Olinsky.

Including Rusek, two people rushed forward, and one of them held down the struggling Martel.

"No."

Martel felt the sharp feeling, which was stuck on his balls, and immediately struggled desperately: "You are committing a crime, bastard!"

"During your escape." Hank raised his head and stared at Martel coldly:
"Accidentally fell and fell on a pair of scissors."

"It's very reasonable."

It doesn't matter if you get beaten, if you can't be a man, you can't.

"Fack, Fack, Fack!" Martel collapsed instantly, saliva splashing: "I said, I said, don't do this."

Hank tightened his cheeks and then slowly lifted the scissors.

"bump!"

"nice shot."

"another one."

In prison, outdoor ventilation area.

Ethan sat on a bench in the corner, watching a group of old blacks gather to play basketball.

Speaking of these people, their physical fitness is really good.

Just pick up a few sneaks, and you can perform a dunk, with amazing jumping ability.

People inside the high walls have nowhere to vent their energy.

In the fitness area next to it, the equipment fixed by iron chains was thrown bang bang, one or two, all of them were muscle monsters.

All eyes fell on him.

These people are frantically showing off their muscles.

"Ugh."

He sighed softly. When he was outside, he didn't feel so welcome.

Now these bastards are in the wait-and-see period.

Sooner or later, there will be people who want to meet men. It is estimated that the peak time is when they take a bath at night. It is foreseeable that more than a dozen pieces of soap will accidentally drop in front of them.

He scratched his head, anxious.

If I kill a few more people tonight, I will be put in solitary confinement.

When the time comes, Atwater will have to fight alone.

Outside the iron net, a figure flickered.

Seeing Antonio's familiar figure, Ethan licked his lips, and the former made an OK gesture while swinging his arms.

The stone in my heart is finally let go.

On the other side, Atwater also noticed that Antonio was approaching. He immediately got up and shifted his position, slapping his palms back and forth and leaning towards the opponent's position.

White light, flashed away.

Only those who have been paying attention to Antonio's movements at all times can notice this.

With a flick of his finger, a small piece of paper fell into the grass under the iron net. A few seconds later, Atwater sat down close to him. When others were not paying attention, he quickly picked up the ball of paper and pressed it in his palm slowly. Open slowly.

After a while, he touched his mouth with his palm.

As he swallowed, the note disappeared without a trace.

With his hands on his knees, Atwater raised his head to bask in the sun, and made a difficult-to-recognize gesture with his lowered right hand.

Ethan immediately felt reassured that the people outside were doing a good job.

The gunman has been found, and the next step is Atwater's operation. He wants to use the gunman's information to induce Turk to tell the story of paying for the murder.

He yawned and continued to look at the crowd thumping on the basketball court.

Tucker was among them, rampaging with a basketball.

"How many confidantes there are in this world." Ethan narrowed his eyes, slapped his palms on his knees, and sang softly: "How many friendships can last forever."

The surrounding prisons are all in the air release time.

The sound of laughter and noise is endless.

Although they are prisoners, they can also enjoy the rest time they deserve.

In the distance, within the iron grid.

Several people gathered in the corner, chatting and laughing and spanking.

One of them turned his head.

His eyeballs stopped suddenly, and he fixedly looked at Atwater who was tens of meters away and looked up at the sky.

"Fakemi."

The man swallowed, and said with difficulty: "That person over there is Tiaozi."

The time for outdoor activities will end soon.

Under the urging of the prison guards, everyone returned to the prison area one after another.

Ethan was still standing at the guardrail, seemingly doing nothing, but his eyes were observing the situation of the entire prison area.

His actions were not abrupt.

There are a few others who are just like him.

They were lucky that Tucker didn't continue playing.

I don't know if he was tired from playing basketball, but this big old black returned to the room quickly.

Without saying a word, Atwater followed immediately.

As soon as he entered the door, Tucker inside turned around vigilantly and saw that it was Atwater again. He was a little annoyed: "Boy, no matter what you want to do, you have crossed the line. Not everyone can come in my room of."

"You have to hear me out."

Atwater raised his hands and said confidently, "It's not what you think."

"Get out."

Tucker pointed out the door and shouted sharply.

"I have a piece of news about Uma Martel here." Atwater said calmly: "I am very satisfied with your previous reaction. You are a tight-lipped person."

Tucker looked surprised when he heard Atwater's words.

He closed his mouth, waiting for the other party's next words.

"I was entrusted by Martel to discuss the previous agreement with you." Atwater shrugged: "Listen, I'm just a messenger."

"There's a lot of commotion outside right now."

"Only one hundred thousand, too little."

He spread his hands and said in a deep voice, "Martel needs 20 more, otherwise, he will report this matter to the police."

"Well, would you like to talk to me now?"

"Fake."

Tucker kicked the bed heavily, and said angrily: "A greedy, ungrateful bastard."

"Where can I find 20 for him now?"

The name and the amount are all right.

Tucker no longer doubted anything, he gritted his teeth and looked at Atwater: "Listen, Grant, you know, he is the pride of our community."

"This time, that little bastard wanted to kill that little girl himself."

"It's just that he didn't dare to do it temporarily."

"He asked someone to find me and asked me to help him find someone to solve it."

All right, Atwater clenched his fist lightly. With these words, Grant couldn't run away.

"listen."

He spread his hands to Tucker: "I don't understand why you told me this?"

"You belong to our community." Tucker gritted his teeth and said:
"Should know my reputation."

"Help me persuade Martel, I will take out [-], and ask Grant to contribute [-] to him."

"Don't worry, Grant will enter the league in the future."

"You are one of our own."

(End of this chapter)