"Boom!"

Below the hall on the first floor, dozens of people saw Ethan rushing up, and they all let out a low cry, so that a roar was formed.

The fist clenched, and it hit the jaw of the person he was stunned by.

"Bang."

Nearly 200 catties of body fell to the side and fell down with a bang.

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

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

If you kill and maim people, they won't be able to eat and walk around, so Ethan has to control the degree, which is the most important thing.

Just overturned one, the other two pounced.

As close as they were, they could smell the smell of sweat on their bodies, and the sound of breathing rang in their ears.

Sideways, dodging the edge.

The arm of the man on the right was lifted up by him, and the palm of his hand was cut straight under the armpit, and it slashed like lightning.

"Bump."

Another muffled sound, accompanied by a roar.

The big black bald man's facial features were wrinkled, his feet stood on tiptoe like a little girl, and his mouth twitched, gasping for air.

was chopped like this, and it hurt through the heart.

Ethan withdrew his palm and quickly pulled it out.

The big bald head's chin was pushed against it, and it hit the wall with a bang, and collapsed instantly.

Next to it, a cold light flashed.

Ethan slammed his body back a few centimeters, and the screwdriver, sharpened as sharp as an iron nail, swept past him and slammed into the wall.

The skin of the wall was knocked off and sank deep into it.

Ethan has no doubt that this poke will be able to directly poke himself to death.

"Fake."

He roared, stepped sideways, twisted his hips, and shot into the sky.

"Bang."

The old black man who had just punched this poke was punched in the mouth, and several teeth flew down from the second floor with a wisp of blood, splashing onto a smooth skull.

The old black man was knocked unconscious in an instant, and the whole person was carried to the guardrail by that force.

"White boy."

The white bald man on the first floor dipped his fingers in the blood on the top of his head, licked it with his tongue, and yelled excitedly: "That's it, all these Nigo, come on!" ”

The guy above is like a little sheep pounced on a pack of tigers.

However, he turned into a violent beast and beat those people like beef patties, which made him excited.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Seeing that his ethnic group was knocked over like chopping vegetables and melons, a burly old black next to him was angry, and he immediately rolled up his sleeves and walked over: "I've seen that you've been unhappy for a long time, let's have fun?" ”

"Come on, come on."

The white bald head took advantage of his unpreparedness and threw a punch: "Fakyou, do you think I feel comfortable looking at you?" ”

Not only these two people, but others are no longer satisfied with watching from the sidelines.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, it is natural to have revenge and revenge, and for a while, fists and foot poles flew, and the gray prison uniform and red blood became one color.

People of other ethnic groups are dodging.

They ran to the corner and squatted up, holding their heads in their hands, watching the black-and-white battle with great interest, and still analyzing the battle situation in their mouths, which was a rare show in a few years.

"Toot toot."

The door of the prison was opened, and more than twenty prison guards poured in like a tide with shields, and the copper whistles in their mouths blew rapidly, and batons rained down.

Together, there were sixty or seventy people in the hall.

"Bang."

Antonio flicked his baton hard and whipped an old black man to his stomach.

He looked up at the top of the second floor.

I saw Ethan striding forward bare-chested and with a fierce aura, and he stomped on a prisoner who was trying to get up.

Antonio grinned as if he heard a muffled sound of his head hitting the hallway.

"Get out of the way."

He took a deep breath and lunged in the direction of the staircase with his blast shield, his baton pounding wildly.

Now, it's not the time to watch the show.

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

Before the three people who had been knocked over could get up, Ethan put down the people in front of him, and he gasped and stepped forward, kicking one by one, like a gopher stepping on a mole, knocking out the two people who wanted to get up.

Footsteps moved, aiming at the old black with his jaw pierced.

"Woo."

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

Seeing this, Ethan put his feet down.

Just admit it, he's not a guy who kills people without blinking.

Looking up ahead, Atwater was panting as well, pressing one knee against the madly roaring Tucker, slashing his arm behind his back.

Despite being armed with a sharp weapon, Tucker was more than twenty years older than Atwater.

The latter took a lot of effort, and it was easy to subdue Tucker, and he was thinking about going over to help Ethan, but he didn't expect that the opposite side was a pair of six, but he solved the battle before himself.

He smiled at Ethan and slammed Tucker's head:

"You bastard, you don't even let go of a ten-year-old girl, you can't escape the murder."

"Including your nephew, wait to get the prison closed, Fakyu."

Just then, Antonio and several prison guards rushed up.

He looked at the men who had fallen to the ground, swallowed a little, and then nervously looked at Atwater, who cautiously patted his belly button down and nodded heavily.

"You bastard."

An angry roar rang out behind Antonio, and a figure burst out.

Parreira roared and rushed forward, swinging his baton and slamming Atwater's head, "Who do you think you dare to do such a thing?" ”

Two riots in a row have something to do with this bastard.

The head of the prison guard was out of anger, desperately trying to hurt people, but also to vent the anger in his heart.

"Smack."

The wrist that was waved off was firmly grasped by a large hand.

The other hand, close behind.

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

"Relax, don't get excited."

Ethan whispered to the head of the prison guard, "This is the Chicago police, please take us to the warden." ”

As he spoke, his free hand drew a circle around several of his own.

"Waterfa?"

Parreira muttered in shock, "You're the police? ”

He turned his head again with difficulty, looking at Antonio, who was being pulled by the other man, who nodded.

"Bang dang."

As soon as his palm loosened, the baton fell.

After rolling a few laps in the hallway, it slowly stopped.

"Boom."

The iron mesh wall, which is several meters high, slowly opens.

Two men in prison uniforms and one in prison guard uniforms, accompanied by the warden, walked out of the Chicago Central Jail.

"Thank you so much for your help."

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

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"Minor problem."

The warden shook Ethan's arm and smiled nonchalantly, "Those bastards will injure a lot of people in a year's fighting, and that's nothing." ”

"Help me talk to Hank and play cards at night."

"Okay, no problem." Ethan happily let go of his hand, indicating that it was no problem.

Antonio and the others also expressed their gratitude, and the few of them said goodbye to the warden, and walked together to the gray Dodger, which was parked not far away.

"Hey."

The 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 pounced on them with a strange scream, this kind of picture stayed, and that was okay.

"Hahaha."

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

(End of chapter)