My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 827 Riot
"boom!"

Below the hall on the first floor, dozens of people saw Ethan counterattack, and they all let out low voices at the same time, so that there was a roar.

Clenching his fists, he swung the cannon to the chin of the stunned person.

"Boom."

The body of nearly two hundred kilograms fell to the side and fell down with a crash.

In the eyes of those who have mastered certain skills, attacking the chin is a very effective way to subdue the opponent quickly, without causing too serious damage, and can instantly disintegrate the enemy's combat power.

Now it's an undercover job, so it's okay to get into a fight and get a minor injury.

If people are killed or maimed, they won't be able to walk around, so Ethan must control the level, which is the most important thing.

As soon as one fell over, the other two rushed over.

Even at such a close distance, they could smell the smell of sweat on their bodies, and the sound of breathing also rang in their ears.

Turn sideways and avoid the sharp edge.

The arm of the person on the right was held up by him, and the palm was cut straight, facing the underarmpit, and struck like lightning.

"bump."

There was another muffled sound, accompanied by a roar.

The facial features of the big black bald head were wrinkled, his feet stood on tiptoe like a little girl, his mouth was twitching, and he sucked in air.

Being slashed like this, it hurts to the bone.

Ethan withdrew his palm and quickly lifted it out.

The big bald head's chin was held back, and he hit the wall with a bang, and collapsed instantly.

Beside, a cold light flashed.

Ethan abruptly moved his body back a few centimeters, and the screwdriver that was as sharp as an iron nail passed in front of him, and it was firmly nailed to the wall with a bang.

The wall was knocked away and sank deeply.

Ethan had no doubts that this poke would kill him directly.

"Fake."

With a roar, he stepped sideways, twisted his hips, and shot into the sky.

"Boom."

The inch-headed old black man who had just swung the punch was punched in the mouth by him, and several teeth flew down from the second floor with a wisp of blood, splattering on a bare head.

Cun Tou Hei was knocked out in an instant, and was carried by that force to the guardrail.

"White boy."

The bald white man on the first floor touched the blood on the top of his head with his finger, licked it with his tongue, and roared excitedly: "That's it, let's fuck all these niggas, come on!"

The guy above is like a little sheep jumping into a herd of tigers.

However, he turned into a violent beast and beat those people like beefcakes, which made his heart surge.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Seeing that his ethnic group was overthrown like chopping vegetables and melons, a burly old man next to him was angry. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and walked over: "I see you have been upset for a long time, let's play?"

"Come on."

The bald white man took advantage of his unpreparedness and punched out: "Fakeyu, do you think I feel comfortable seeing you?"

Not only these two, but others are no longer content to just watch.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he naturally wanted to seek revenge and complain. For a moment, fists and foot poles were flying, and the gray prison uniform and red blood became one color.

People of other ethnic groups dodged one after another.

They ran to the corner and squatted, holding their heads in their hands, watching the black-and-white battle with great interest, and still analyzing the battle situation in their mouths. This is a rare good show in several years.

"Beep beep."

The cell door opened, and more than 20 prison guards poured in with their shields up like a tide. The copper whistles in their mouths blew hastily, and the batons fell like raindrops.

Taken together, there are six or seventy people huddled together here in the lobby.

"Boom."

Antonio swung his baton vigorously, knocking a black man to the ground.

He raised his head and looked up to the second floor.

I saw Ethan, with his upper body bare, stepping forward with a fierce aura. He stomped hard at a prisoner who was about to struggle to get up.

Antonio grinned, as if he heard a muffled sound as his head hit the corridor.

"Step aside."

He took a deep breath, held up the explosion shield, and rushed toward the stairs, beating the baton wildly in his hand.

Now is not the time to watch a play.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Before the three people who had been knocked over got up, Ethan knocked down the people in front of him. Panting heavily, he stepped forward, one foot at a time, kicking the two people who were trying to get up like stepping on a mole. Fainted.

He moved his footsteps and aimed at the black guy whose jaw had been pierced.

"Woooo."

The other party shook his head frantically, and quickly moved back with his hands and feet on the ground.

Seeing this, Ethan put his foot down.

Just admit it, he is not a guy who kills without blinking an eye.

Raising his head to look forward, Atwater happened to look over panting. He pressed Tucker, who was roaring wildly, with one knee, and cut his arm behind his back.

Although Tucker was holding a sharp weapon, he was twenty years older than Atwater.

The latter took a lot of effort, and it was considered easy to successfully subdue Tucker. He was about to go over to help Ethan, but he didn't expect that the opponent had a one-on-six, but ended the battle before himself.

He smiled at Ethan, and squeezed Tucker's short hair fiercely:

"You bastard, you can't even spare a ten-year-old girl, you can't get away with murder."

"Including your nephew, wait until you get out of prison, Fakeyu."

Just then, Antonio and several prison guards rushed up.

He looked at the people lying on the ground, swallowed, and then looked nervously at Atwater, who carefully patted his belly button downwards and nodded heavily.

"You bastard."

A roar sounded from behind Antonio, and a figure sprang out.

Parreira rushed forward with a roar, swung his baton and hit Atwater on the head: "Who do you think you are to make such a thing happen?"

The two riots in a row were all related to this bastard.

The head of the prison guard was outraged, and he wanted to vent his anger by injuring people as hard as he could.

"Snapped."

The wrist that swung down was firmly grasped by a big hand.

Another hand followed closely behind.

Antonio was a step slower, but he also held Parrera's wrist tightly, and the baton stopped when it was still some distance from Atwater's head.

"Relax, don't get excited."

Ethan said to the head of the prison guard in a deep voice: "This is the Chicago police, please take us to see the warden."

While speaking, he drew a circle around several of himself with his free hand.

"Waterfa?"

Parreira murmured in shock: "Are you the police?"

He turned his head with difficulty again, looking at Antonio who was held back by the opponent, and the latter nodded.

"Bangdang."

He let go of his palm and the baton fell.

After rolling a few times in the corridor, it slowly stopped.

"Doo bam."

The iron mesh wall, several meters high, slowly opened.

Two men in prison uniforms and one in a correctional officer's uniform walk out of Chicago's Central Jail, accompanied by the warden.

"Thank you very much for your help."

Ethan and the white-haired warden shook hands heavily, and said gratefully: "The little girl's family, as well as the Chicago Police Department, are very grateful for your help."

"I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble."

"small issue."

The warden shook Ethan's arm, and smiled indifferently: "Those bastards will fight and injure quite a few people throughout the year, it's nothing."

"Tell Hank for me to play cards tonight."

"Okay, no problem." Ethan let go of his hand cheerfully, indicating that there is no problem.

Antonio and the others also expressed their thanks separately, and they said goodbye to the warden, and then walked together to the gray Dodge parked not far away.

"Hey."

The car door opened, and Erin jumped out of the car.

She quickly raised her mobile phone and shouted loudly with a smile: "Eggplant~~~"

"Shet."

Ethan and Atwater looked at each other and rushed over with strange screams. It was okay if this kind of photo was left behind.

"Hahaha."

The three chased and fled around the vehicle, and Antonio let out a hearty laugh.

(End of this chapter)