Looking at Hank's unwavering gaze, Russec only walked briskly downstairs.

Inside the kitchen, the corresponding tools were found.

Back upstairs, he hesitated for a moment before handing the large scissors in his hand to Hank, standing still and not leaving.

Horstead looked at Martel and walked out of the room with a soft sigh.

These actions made Martel swallow his saliva:

"What do you want to do?"

"It's none of your business." Hanging up, Hank glanced at him.

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

The latter sentence is said to Olinsky.

Two people, including Rusek, pounced forward, and one held down Martel, who was struggling to the death.

"Don't."

Martel felt the sharp sensation and stuck on his own egg, and immediately struggled desperately: "You are committing a crime, bastard!" ”

"In your escape." Hank raised his head and stared coldly at Martel:

"Accidentally fell and fell on a pair of scissors."

"It's very reasonable."

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

"Fack, Fack, Fack!" Martel instantly collapsed, and his saliva splashed: "I said, I said, don't do this." ”

Hank tightened his cheeks, and then slowly lifted the scissors.

"Bump!"

"Good shot."

"One more."

In prisons, outdoor ventilation areas.

Ethan sat on a bench in the corner, watching the crowd of blacks in front of him gather to play basketball.

To say that these people, the physical fitness is really good.

Just pick up a few and you can stage a dunk, and the bounce is amazing.

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

In the fitness area next to it, the equipment held up by the chain was thrown with a bang, one by two, all of them were muscle monsters.

One after another, all eyes fell on him.

These people, flexing their muscles like crazy.

"Ugh."

He sighed softly, not feeling so welcome when he was outside.

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

Sooner or later, there will be people who want to welcome men, and it is estimated that the peak period is when taking a bath at night, and it is foreseeable that more than a dozen pieces of soap will accidentally fall in front of them.

He scratched his head, anxious.

If I abolish a few more people at night, I will be confined properly.

At that time, Atwater will have to fight alone.

Outside the iron net, figures flickered.

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

The stone in my heart was finally put down.

Atwater, who was on the other side, also noticed that Antonio was approaching, and he immediately got up and shifted his position, clapping his palms back and forth towards the other party's position.

White light, in a flash.

Only those who are constantly watching Antonio's movements can notice this.

With a flick of his fingers, a small note fell into the grass under the wire net, and a few seconds later, Atwater sat down closer, and when others were not looking, he quickly picked up the paper ball and pressed it in the palm of his hand to slowly open it.

After a while, the palm of his hand was wiped over his mouth.

With swallowing in the throat, the note disappeared without a trace.

With his hands on his knees, Atwater raised his head to bask in the sun, his right hand hanging down, a gesture that was difficult to recognize.

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

The gunman has been found, and the next step is to see how Atwater operates, and he wants to use the gunman's information to induce Teke to tell about buying a murder.

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

Tucker was in the middle of it, rampage with a basketball.

"There are several confidants in the world." Ethan narrowed his eyes, clapped his palms on his knees, and sang softly, "How many friendships last." ”

There are several prison warehouses around, all of which are in the middle of the wind time.

Laughter, noise is endless.

Even though they are prisoners, they can enjoy the rest time they deserve.

In the distance, inside the iron mesh.

A few people gathered in the corner, giggling and chatting and snorting.

One of them, turning his head.

His eyes suddenly froze, and he looked fixedly at Atwater, who was dozens of meters away and looked up at the sky.

"Falk narrows."

The man swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty: "That person over there is a strip." ”

Outdoor activity time, which ends quickly.

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

Ethan was still standing at the guardrail, seemingly idle, but his eyes were observing the situation in the entire prison area.

His actions were not abrupt.

There are a few more people, just like him.

Luckily for them, Tucker didn't continue to play.

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

Atwater didn't say a word, and immediately followed.

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 cross the line, not everyone can enter my room." ”

"You'll have to hear me finish."

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

"Get out."

Tucker pointed out the door and shouted.

"I've got a message for Uma Martel here." Atwater said with a complacent expression, "I'm happy with your reaction before, you're a tight-mouthed person. ”

Hearing Atwater's words, Tucker looked surprised.

He closed his mouth and waited for the other person's next words.

"I've been commissioned by Martel to negotiate with you about the previous agreement." Atwater shrugged, "Listen, I'm just a messenger. ”

"Now there's a lot of movement outside."

"Only 100,000, too little."

He spread out his hands and said in a deep voice: "Martel still needs 200,000 yuan, otherwise, he will go to the police to report this matter." ”

"How's it going, are you willing to talk to me now?"

"Fake."

Tucker kicked the bed hard and said angrily, "Insatiable, ungrateful bastard." ”

"Where am I going to find 200,000 for him now?"

The name and amount are all right.

Tucker didn't suspect anything anymore, he gritted his teeth and looked at Atwater: "Listen, Grant, you know, he's the pride of our community. ”

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

"It's just that he doesn't dare for the time being."

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

Okay, Atwater clenched his fist slightly, and with these words, Grant couldn't run away.

"Listen."

He spread his hands to Tucker, "I don't understand why you're telling me this?" ”

"You're our community." Tucker gritted his teeth and said:

"You should know my reputation."

"Help me persuade Martel, I'll take 80,000 out, and ask Grant to make him 20,000."

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

"You are your own person."

(End of chapter)