Thirteen's punch was not only to drive away the stick behind him, but also to draw a clear line between him and that fat scumbag. However, this punch resulted in four or five prison guards from surrounding areas rushing up and giving him a beating. His head was bleeding from the blow.
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When he went to the registration room again, he was already in a state where he was being held up by others. The prison guards were like a disguised attack of killing sticks. But the effect of the killing sticks was not very good.
Thirteen, who was still stained with blood, had an inhuman smile on his face from the moment he entered the prison, as happy as a wild beast coming home. He was pinned down on his seat and completed inputting fingerprints and registering items.
The process of shaving, taking photos, bathing and disinfecting, and changing clothes.
"I've put all your 'guys' in the cabinet in my prison guard's lounge. If you need anything, let me know and I'll deliver it to you." The fat scumbag with toilet paper stuffed in his nose took charge of Thirteen again.
The escort work, but not far behind the fat scum, were followed by four fellow prison guards, ready to change their positions and do it again at any time.
"I don't want to encounter anything that requires them." Thirteen, who was already wearing a standard bow, said softly.
"I know you want to quickly integrate into the prison atmosphere, but you really shouldn't do anything." Fatty pulled out the bloody paper ball from his nose and said, "Beat the prison guards. The reason why they didn't put you in a single room is because
You have been assigned to the extremely evil cabin in Area A. It is a 16-person room, but only 15 people are deliberately arranged, leaving a special place to greet the disobedient newcomers.
Those imprisoned inside are either top gangsters or murderers. They are the most difficult group of people to discipline in each cabin." Fatty warned in a low voice.
"You have misunderstood a concept..." Looking at the iron gate of Area A getting closer and closer, Thirteen sneered evilly, "I am the most difficult to discipline here."
Thirteen was handed over to the Internal Affairs Prison Guards in Area A. Although they wore the same uniforms as Fat Scum, each of these Internal Affairs Prison Guards had the same muscular physique as Brother Bing, and their walking and standing postures showed that they were from the Lian family.
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Two internal affairs prison guards lifted Thirteen up, one on the left and the other on the right, and led him towards the depths of the prison. The two 190-year-old prison guard brothers made it difficult for Thirteen to walk with his feet completely on the ground, so it was very difficult for them to follow.
The hands that grabbed Thirteen's arm were as hard as pliers. Thirteen believed that they would be bruised when they let go.
Prison is such a place, even trivial things will only become a carrier of violence and authority. If you show cowardice or surrender in the process of enduring violence, congratulations, you will never be able to get rid of this violence.
Because persimmons always look for soft ones, and chrysanthemums always look for loose ones.
Thirteen was taken to the deepest cell in Area A. On the door with two finger-thick iron bars, the number "444" was marked, which was exactly the same as the number on Thirteen's prison uniform, which was also 444. Even if there was no need to pinch his fingers this time
After all, Thirteen also knew that his eyebrows were ominous.
"444, go in." An internal affairs guard opened the cell door, and another opened his handcuffs and pushed him in. What was also thrown at his feet was a large box of white sugar.
It was noted on Thirteen's prisoner registration form that this prisoner suffers from severe hypoglycemia and must always consume sugar to survive. The prison will not provide him with snacks such as chocolate or candies, and white sugar is already very abundant.
He got preferential treatment. In view of the fact that this guy hit the prison guards as soon as he came in, someone suggested using rock sugar as hard as a rock instead of white sugar...
"Listen up, everyone inside." The prison guard knocked on the iron door with an electric baton and said loudly, "This is your new roommate. The new environment makes him a little nervous. You must unite and help each other to help him quickly adapt to the new environment. Understand
?"
No one answered the prison guard, but looking at the eyes of those guys, the prison guard knew that the message that should be conveyed had been sent, and the two internal affairs guards turned and left.
After twisting his neck twice, Thirteen picked up his sugar carton from the ground and walked towards the only empty bed left in the cell.
All 15 old inmates came to the corridor. They were all tall and muscular, which made people feel confident about the food in the prison.
These guys who wanted to have the look of poverty and evil on their faces looked at their new roommates. Thirteen was not an exquisite handsome guy, but he was quite handsome among this group of people. Several of them were inmates.
They all licked the corners of their mouths, and the smiles on their faces showed that they were shamelessly hard-on.
Thirteen completely ignored the malicious glances around him and went to the lower bunk of one of the eight bunk beds. He half leaned on the head of the bed, tore open a bag of white sugar and poured it into his mouth.
Beside him, a group of inmates gathered around him. A dark-skinned prisoner with a bald head and beard sat on Thirteen's bed. He was 190cm tall and weighed 190cm.
It was all ruined, and the expression on his lips was half-smiling, which made people's hair stand on end.
"Boy, it seems that the prison guards don't like you very much. They actually assigned you to this extremely evil cabin and even released water for us to greet you. What did you do?" asked the bald head, clenching his fists.
"..." Thirteen said nothing and was still eating sugar.
"Boy, talk, did you forget to bring his tongue in?" The bald head became impatient and knocked the white sugar in Thirteen's hand onto the bed. The white particles were scattered all over the bed sheets.
How to sleep.
"You soiled my bed." Thirteen finally spoke.
"Hehe, later we will penetrate your ass until your butt is bloody, and the sheets will be dirty as well." A few of the strong men onlookers smiled evilly, looking at their fat bodies, and they were taking turns playing with each other.
Well, I guess I won’t have to think about lying down to sleep anymore.
"Remember when you called this the extremely evil cabin just now?" Thirteen said as he got down from the bed to the ground, "I really like this name."
In an instant, there was an earth-shattering sound of fighting in Cell No. 444, wailing and the sound of things being smashed. The guys in the next cell began to feel a little sympathy for the new friend.
The two internal affairs prison guards did not go far. They were standing at a corner not far away, chatting and smoking. The sound of fighting only made them happy for a while.
The movement lasted for a full minute, then suddenly stopped, and the entire corridor fell into dead silence.
"Hey, go take a look. Those bastards are not serious. Don't let them kill you and cause big trouble." said an old prison guard.
"It's okay. I'm disabled at most. How can it be so easy to die?" the younger prison guard muttered.
"It's better to go and take a look. There are some fuckers in those guys. Don't let them do it. It's so disgusting." The old prison guard still had some conscience.
The prison guard helplessly walked to the door of Cell No. 444 with a cigarette in his mouth. Before he could say the teasing words, the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground. He froze in place, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Hey, what's wrong?" The old prison guard sensed something was wrong and stepped forward, only to have the same blank expression as him.
In a cell of only 50 square meters, 15 people were lying in various directions. There were bright red blood splatters on the beds, walls, floor and even ceiling.
You must be careful when walking here, because there are no less than 30 teeth missing on the ground. 7 of the 15 big men have fainted, 5 are still twitching and foaming at the mouth, and the remaining 3 have dislocated their hands and ankles and fell to the ground. She cried so much that she had snot and tears, just like a child.
As for Thirteen, who was told to take more care of him, he still stood in the center of the cell. His prison uniform was torn, revealing monster-like scars, but none of them were left by the people here. His body was covered with other people's blood. The only damage these guys caused him was to slightly break his skin after punching him with both fists.
The movement in the extremely evil cell quickly alerted the prison guard leader in Area A. Prison guards and doctors in explosion-proof suits rushed here together, and all of them with electric batons in their hands surrounded Thirteen.
The head of Area A is a middle-aged prison guard with gray hair. The inmates call him Nian Bo. He likes to laugh. He is about the same height as Thirteen, but his figure is much wider than Thirteen, but he does not have lumpy tendons.
Thirteen suppressed his smile when he saw him, because this guy's pace was that of an expert in internal martial arts, and his aura and spiritual power were quite good. As a non-practitioner, it was very difficult to reach this level just by practicing in an ordinary way. sharp.
"Thirteen? Are you the guy who robbed Tofujing Department Store and was suspected of being a cashier?" Nian Bo put his hands behind his back and walked up to Thirteen without any scruples.
"yes."
"Did you do all this?" Nian Bo glanced around.
"Sir, I was acting in self-defense. They wanted to invade me, so I fought back. As a result, 15 people beat me one by one, which scared me to death." Shi Santian said shamelessly.
"Is that so?" Nian Bo asked as he walked to another inmate who was being carried on a stretcher.
That guy was the bald man sitting next to Thirteen's bed. He looked at Nian Bo with tears in his eyes, then at Thirteen who was grinding his teeth, and nodded in recognition while crying.
"Well, since you admitted to the attempted assault on your fellow inmate, and all of them received an extra year in prison, you shouldn't have any complaints, right?" Nian Bo's words immediately made everyone burst into tears.
"As for you...it seems you have to sleep here alone today." Nian Bo returned to Shi San.
"It doesn't matter, I'm not afraid of the dark." Thirteen said cutely.
"I don't care what you're afraid of. You shouldn't be here in the first place. I didn't know they put you in the extremely evil cabin. I know your story. Although you were robbed, you didn't hurt anyone. If you dare to admit it, you are A man, unlike these guys, they are all scum, you can still be saved. From now on, obey the reform and get a reduced sentence, don't cause trouble for me, I will keep an eye on you, do you understand?" Nian Bo obviously has a crush on Thirteen. Good impression.
"Understood, I promise to complete the task." Thirteen replied loudly.
Seeing this scene, the bald man cried even harder. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the district chief was shielding this boy Shisan. This boy was as awesome as if he was possessed by an overlord. There was no possibility of revenge in the future.