Despite the anger, Tucker tried to persuade the big black in front of him, that is, Atwater.

After being imprisoned for many years, the outside income has long been cut off.

This time, it can be said that even the coffin has been taken out.

But there is no way, if Martel explodes, even if he cooperates with the Tobacco and Gun Administration, he will not be able to escape the fate of life imprisonment in the future, so he can only appease people first.

Throw some sweetness and let the other party cooperate.

When he gets out, he will kill both of them.

Thinking of this, Tucker's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and those who dared to threaten him would all die.

A smile tugged at Atwater's lips.

The task has been accomplished, so let's pretend to say yes.

Now all it takes is to get out and wait for Antonio to take him out, and he opens his mouth to speak.

"Yo."

A low roar came from outside the door: "Tucker, this bastard is a strip, stop talking to him." ”

Atwater jerked his head back, and the man with a short beard was standing in the doorway, panting, followed by five men, all looking at him with murderous eyes.

"Hey."

Atwater swallowed and quickly explained, "Is there some misunderstanding, I don't know what you're talking about." ”

His body tensed, faintly guarded, expecting Ethan to come quickly.

The situation in front of him made his scalp tingle.

"What's the matter?"

Tucker's snort suddenly became hot, and he looked at his men viciously.

"Zone D has spread all over the place."

The short-bearded man grabbed the screwdriver stuck in the waistband of his trousers and slowly pulled it out: "There's a guy over there who was caught by this bastard, it's true, he's a strip." ”

Not only him, but several people behind him also took out their homemade weapons.

A group of big blacks, with a crazy glint in their eyes.

These people are all felons.

For law enforcement officers, it can be said that he hates it to the core, and when he is outside, he will be hacked when he has the opportunity.

Not to mention, now this is in prison.

This strip was delivered to the door by themselves, so they were naturally not welcome.

"Fake."

Tucker reacted instantly, he was tricked, this is why he came in to talk to himself.

Martel, he must have been caught.

These strips, there must be no evidence to hook himself and Grant, this bastard came in to induce the recording evidence.

Now, it's time to destroy the evidence.

"Huh."

He pulled out the screwdriver hidden on his body and yelled viciously:

"Kill him!"

As Tucker gave the order, the short-bearded man roared, and the screwdriver in his hand flashed a cold light, and stabbed Atwater in the waist hard.

Atwater snorted and broke out in a cold sweat:

"Boss !!"

"Smack."

With a crisp sound, the short-bearded man's wrist was grabbed by a large hand reaching out next to him.

The power is so great that he can't fight it at all.

"I'm coming."

Ethan grinned at Atwater, grabbed the short-bearded man's wrist, and stabbed him back.

"Poof."

A sharp screwdriver pierced the short-bearded man's jaw and emerged from between the two rows of teeth.

A wisp of blood was also brought out.

"Ah!!h

The sharp pain caused the short-bearded man to let out a loud howl.

The sound was so loud that it resounded throughout the prison area.

The scene in front of him stunned everyone, it was too scary, and it looked too painful.

A few old blacks next to him reacted.

"Fakyu."

"I'll kill you, strip."

"Bastard, let go."

Ethan's action attracted the attention of several people outside, who cursed and stabbed Ethan with their homemade weapons in their hands.

"Ah~Ah~Ah~"

The screams rang out intermittently.

Ethan grabbed the short-bearded man's wrist directly and quickly stepped back.

If you are pulled by those sharp blades, it is a loss.

The screwdriver was stabbed in the jaw, and his hand couldn't move, and the short-bearded man ran like a cow pulled by him, leaving wisps of blood in the hallway.

The man behind scolded angrily and chased after him, swinging his blade.

"Generous gifts."

The five big and three thick female prison guards reacted at this time.

I didn't expect this little white face of Svenwen to be so ruthless, contrasting, too contrasting, which made her can't help but clamp her thighs, and then pull out her baton and hit the alarm bell on the wall hard.

"Ding, ding, ding."

Bells, symbolizing riots and emergencies, echoed in several nearby prison districts.

This situation is much more serious than a fight in a restaurant.

In the monitoring room, the red warning light in Area C on the computer screen flashed and flashed.

"There is a riot in Area C."

The person in charge of monitoring immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Immediately go over and suppress it with an explosion-proof shield." ”

The prison guard, who heard the voice, immediately drew his baton.

Among them was Antonio, who, as soon as the alarm sounded, knew what was going on and was now hurrying over to clear the siege.

After the female prison guard rang the alarm bell, she quickly hid in a corner.

Now there can't be any action, a large group of people above are fighting together, and running up is also to deliver food, or their own lives matter.

Besides, now you have to guard against the people below.

The prisoners in the prison, like wild beasts, cannot see blood.

As soon as you see blood, you will instantly become agitated.

Listening to the hurried alarm bells in their ears and the howls from above, the dripping blood made the prisoners in the hall cheer wildly, and they slapped the table hard, looking excitedly at the gladiatorial arena upstairs.

The noise, the noise, as if the roof was about to be torn off, they watched with excitement this rare show.

A group of people outside were led away by Ethan.

Atwater was also out of the trap of being attacked on his back, and although Tucker pounced, he easily dodged and ran out of the house.

Now, it's not about fighting to the death.

As long as the prison guards come to suppress it, they can easily escape from the predicament.

On the other hand, Ethan had a very different idea.

The bastards in front of him shot ruthlessly, and a ray of cold light pierced the vital parts of his body, and if he didn't do it ruthlessly, he couldn't hold on until Antonio came.

Running with a person, the speed is too slow.

He let go of the short-bearded man's wrist and kicked it over.

With a heavy kick, the short-bearded man was kicked backwards, knocking down two people, and then he stopped in pain.

Prison uniform, take it off easily.

Stepping back, avoiding the two screwdrivers that stabbed at him.

As you step back, your wrist rotates rapidly.

The uniform was quickly spun into a strand, and the arms were flung forward, and the twisted uniform was drawn like a whip.

"Smack."

When it was pumped into the face of the person at the front, there was a muffled sound.

His face shook, and his steps became messy.

You can't underestimate a piece of clothing, if you draw the right position, you can still beat the other party to the point of dizziness.

The clothes shook off the momentum and became slacky.

Throwing it in the face of the second person who followed, Ethan did not retreat but advanced, flicked his footsteps, and rushed towards the gang of old blacks naked.

Offense is the best defense.

(End of chapter)