A barrage of gunfire rang out, and bullets whizzed past.

It slammed into the fat man's feet, stirring up plumes of smoke on the dirt floor.

This movement frightened the staff to raise their legs frantically.

People who don't know think he's crazy about smoking.

The crew's circles of fat were shaking wildly with the sound of gunfire, and Burgess even saw the sweat on the guy fly.

"Bang."

Another gunshot rang out, and a mist of blood exploded on the instep of the staff at the detention site.

"Ah!!h

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

Burgess put away Glock and looked at the other side of the passage in a daze, and Hank, with a pistol in one hand, strode over to the staff member, a puff of green smoke coming out of the muzzle.

"Still running?"

Hank kicked the man over: "Can't run anymore?" ”

The white man didn't speak, but gasped heavily, and the mess almost didn't get his lungs out, and he gasped for a while, and then howled in pain.

With this look of waste snacks, Hank instantly decided that he was not a gunman.

Footsteps rang out, and both Burgess and Roman followed.

Now that the man has been caught, Roman looked at Burgess and shrugged his shoulders, and the two put away the guy in their hands and turned around in unison.

He stared straight ahead, looking at the empty passageway.

It seems that in the empty passage, a peerless beauty will come out at any time.

"Tell me everything."

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

He pressed hard against the instep of the staff member: "Otherwise, I'll break your other foot again." ”

"Falk !!"

The terrible screams echoed in this detention field.

Chicago Central Prison.

After being transferred to protective custody, Ethan and Atwater both changed into gray prison uniforms, and the two men were led by Antonio to another cell.

There were other prison guards there, and several of them couldn't communicate.

So, they all walk in a muffled voice.

In the narrow passage of the prison, only the sound of anklets could be heard.

Although there was no kung fu communication, the three of them knew very well in their hearts that there was not much time left for them now.

Now there is an urgent need for colleagues from outside to open the breach and find the gunman, so that they can follow the original plan and let Atwater scam out of what he wants.

"Toot ~~~."

One by one, the iron doors opened, and they came to this special prison area.

The people inside have a higher degree of freedom, and there is no need to have only a short relaxation time every day like outside, and there are more than a dozen stainless steel tables in the entire hall, and people in gray prison uniforms like them gather together in a noisy manner.

Playing cards, chatting, wrestling wrists, smoking, everything.

Protective confinement allows you to enjoy more things that you can't have in ordinary prisons outside.

At the beginning, there was an agreement with the octopus.

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

So coming here can be said to be a blessing.

Of course, you have to have a little background and strength to have this blessing, and as for ordinary prisoners, no matter where they go, they are all oppressed.

The greater the degree of freedom, the more severe the bullying will naturally be.

"Hey."

Antonio said to the female prison guard who greeted her: "The supervisor's order to put these two people in protective custody, they both just came in today, and the relevant procedures are being processed. ”

"No problem."

The female prison guard nodded, looking at Atwater, who had a blue nose and swollen face, and knew what was going on without guessing.

This is a guy who survived.

Well, everyone who survives the prison attack is lucky.

She turned her head again to look at the other person.

Eyes suddenly lit up.

Ethan grinned at the five-year-old female prison guard, revealing her white teeth.

When their anklets were unfastened, the female prison guard waved her hand:

"Come with me."

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

The cell was much smaller, just two floors around the hall, with cells up and down, and the direction in which the men were advancing was the staircase next to the hall.

Ethan didn't squint, and Atwater turned his head to look into the middle of the seats.

Tucker sat in one of the chairs with a handful of playing cards in his hand.

In front of him, many cigarettes were scattered.

Inside, there were also seven or eight strong old blacks clustered around him, which made the corners of Atwater's mouth twitch, and the power of the Evil Lords Gang was powerful enough.

Also, this is the Chicago Center Jail.

Naturally, more locals will be diverted in, and with the fresh blood they absorb in prison, this seems to be normal.

Atwater's gaze naturally caught Tucker's attention.

The latter looked up at Atwater, his eyebrows furrowed, and the tall man came in with his front and back feet, which made him wonder, but he suppressed his curiosity and continued the game.

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

It's the same bunk bed, and it's the same shared with people.

Ethan continued on, stopping a few rooms from Atwater.

"You're right here."

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

It was cleaned up and there was no sign of inhabitation, Ethan shrugged his shoulders, and it seemed that he had done a good job of brushing his face.

"Bang bang."

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

"Yes, sir."

Ethan nodded and walked in, putting the futon on the top bunk, ready to clean up later.

The female guard glanced back and strode in.

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

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"Sir, please respect yourself."

"Sir, please let go, I'm not a casual person."

Taking a few steps back and leaning against the wall, he finally broke free from the claws, took a deep breath, looked at the female prison guard with an ugly face, and resisted the urge to punch him.

"How?"

The female guard raised her eyebrows and shook her palm.

She licked her lips and said, "That's right, you just came in, this is because I look ugly!" ”

"It's okay, take your time, you'll find out later."

"Well, this is a sweetness for you."

She put her hand in her pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and threw them on the bed: "Follow me in the future, at least your chrysanthemums will not be picked by others, think about it." ”

"You'll soon know how good my offer is."

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

For people who have been serving a long sentence for a long time, her proposal is simply a million-dollar jackpot, and the female prison guard also curls the corners of her mouth, believing that this guy will soon give in, and all she has met for a long time are some ugly monsters.

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

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

Inside the cell, Ethan grabbed a cigarette and lit one for himself.

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

A glimpse of the whole picture can be seen, and there are definitely not a few things like Chicago Central Prison, and in the roots, it must be rotten.

However, this has nothing to do with me.

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 flipped his palm, and a plastic box appeared out of thin air in the palm of his hand.

Open the lid, and inside is the cut steak, the meat pieces are still steaming.

Quickly finished the beef and pulled out another can of cold Coke.

After a full meal, he walked out of the cell with his stomach, and the female prison guard who was on guard duty in the distance licked her lips at him.

The corners of Ethan's eyes twitched, and he leaned on the guardrail of the circular hallway.

You have to hurry up, I hope that the people outside will make new progress, and they can't spend the night here, who knows what else the female prison guard will do at night, her arms are thicker than her own.

Thinking of this, he shuddered.

Atwater, who was not far away, also walked out of the cell and looked at Tucker in the hall below, his eyebrows furrowed, no matter what, he still had to find another chance to test it.

The following hand is over quickly.

Tucker pocketed all the cigarettes in front of him and got up and walked to the stairs.

Several people behind him also followed.

Coming to the second floor, he glanced at Atwater with an inexplicable smile, put his arms behind his back, and made a few quick gestures.

The group of people who followed behind them returned to the room one after another.

Tucker stretched, and the figure quietly disappeared through the door.

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

As soon as I got closer, I found the other person leaning against the wall.

Tucker's brow furrowed, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "You're not looking for a gang, boy, you've really put a lot of effort into getting close to me. ”

As he spoke, his eyes went back and forth at the wound on Atwater's face.

"Listen."

Atwater was standing in the doorway, blinking as he prepared to explain.

"Don't move."

A deep voice sounded behind him.

A sharp object pressed against his waist, and there was a tingling pain, as if it would pierce him in the next moment.

In the front room, two old blacks also walked out quickly.

They ripped off their clothes and pulled out their homemade weapon, which was stuck in the waistband of their elasticated trousers, something like a screwdriver, but the tip was sharpened and shimmered.

Atwater swallowed, slowly raised his hand, and made a stop gesture:

"You listen to me, I have no ill will."

This gesture was normal, but Tucker didn't know that it was made for another person.

Ethan, not far away, resisted the urge to erupt.

Nervously scanning what was happening next to him, Atwater was now surrounded by several people, the scene was extremely dangerous, and he would be seriously injured and hospitalized if he was not careful.

It is not impossible to lose your life.

"If Bunce and his men sent you in." Tucker folded his arms and said with a grim look:

"I'll send you out now."

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

"I've been with Slick for a while."

"78th Street, that's right." Atworth nodded and explained, "We're all in the same neighborhood. ”

"Really?"

Tucker narrowed his eyes: "How is Slick doing now, I heard that he is mixing well now." ”

"Please, you know he's finished." Atwater squeezed out a smile and relaxed: "Ever since he was posed by a Spanish chick in Rogers Park, he has lost face on the road." ”

"Haha."

Tucker put down his arms and waved his hand with a chuckle, "Men always fall under women's skirts." ”

What the two said was a local secret.

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

Having grown up in the neighborhood, Atwater naturally knows all about some secrets, which is why Ethan agreed to let him touch the other party.

After some answers, I successfully passed the test.

"That's right."

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

The two men in front of them put away their homemade weapons and hurried back to the room.

Ethan noticed that the old black standing behind Atwater had not left, and his elbows were still raised.

"Say it."

Tucker approached Atwater and asked faintly, "What are you looking for me?" ”

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

"Huh?"

Tucker tugged at the corners of his mouth, "What's wrong with him?" ”

"The little girl who denounced him had just been shot in the head." Atwater's expression was a hint of excitement, and he said hurriedly: "I also just received the news, I have to say, you are very powerful." ”

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

His words were done as a last resort.

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

I hope this OG is a big mouth and can't help but show off something in front of others.

With a smile on his swarthy face, Tucker pursed his lips and said slowly, "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. ”

"Perhaps, you should leave."

"This."

Atwater wanted to say something, but the back was pushed again.

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

Raising his hands and slowly walking to the side, Atwater could now see clearly the man standing behind him, with a short beard and a muscled arm.

There was such a strength in his eyes.

He knows very well this kind of person, he is a special black hand, and he will not hesitate to stab a few people.

This temptation failed, as he expected.

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

Ethan looked up and stared blankly at the ceiling.

I don't know, Hank, how they're investigating now.

Thank you Nanshan for your support and support, thank you!

(End of chapter)