"Hey, cell boss, where's the newcomer?"

"Hahaha, quite a tender boy"

"Boy, what happened to come in, come to my brother, my brother will take care of you, hahaha"

Sun was walking through the passage of the prison, surrounded by all kinds of prisoners, tall, short, fat, and thin. The noise is like looking at a juggling monkey.

"Zhang Miao, is your skin itching again, shut your stinky mouth and go back!" the prison guard who escorted him was not at all polite, pointing a baton at a young man.

'Ahh

"Ahhh~" "Coax~" For a while, on the first floor of the prison, wolves howled, and all kinds of scolding sounded more like a kind of cheering. The prison guard's face was unbearable, he lifted the baton in his hand, raised his hand is a stick, and the young man who called Zhang Miao jumped back lightly, and then dodged, and the baton also hit the cold iron pillar, and danced towards the prison guard.

"Carl, open the door, I'm going to teach this kid who doesn't know how thick the sky is" The prison guard blushed, his forehead was bruised, and he roared at the other prison guard next to Sun Zheng. Originally, newcomers had to give them a little bit when they came in, so that the newcomers were psychologically afraid of them, but such a fuss turned into giving him a dismissal.

The inmates kicked the door as if they were watching an interesting show.

"Modo"

In the wide, noisy cell, a penetrating sound struck everyone's ears with a masculine aura.

The prison guard who called Modo shook his body, looked up at the man on the stairs, and hurriedly called out respectfully: "Lieutenant Han"

Sun Zheng had actually noticed the man on the top of the stairs a long time ago, dressed in an eighty-seven military uniform, and the one-bar and two-star epaulettes on his shoulders showed his identity. Wearing a white shirt, a navy blue tie, a few medals on his chest, and thick boots kicking the ground to the Modo prison guards, for some reason, the cell that used to be noisy has become silent since this guy named Lieutenant Han appeared.

"I remember, I once taught you what to do with a prisoner who refuses to change his ways, right?"

Lieutenant Han walked in front of Sun Zheng, Sun Zheng looked at the other party carefully, half a head taller than himself, his skin was a little dark, his hair was short, and he was slightly fat, no, it should be strong, no, no, it was fat and strong.

Mocha heard Lieutenant Han's gentle voice, but he was sweating all over, and replied earnestly, "I know"

"Do you know you can make such a mistake?" Lieutenant Han touched his slender palm and glanced at Mocha.

Then, Lieutenant Han jerked out his palm and pulled the young man named Zhang Miao closer to him, with great strength. If it weren't for the prison door, Sun Zheng estimated that the force would not throw him out directly, but he still secretly admired this Lieutenant Han's extremely fast skills.

"Mocha, I'll tell you again, if you still don't remember, then you should know what kind of punishment you will face"

Lieutenant Han pulled out one of Zhang Miao's arms, fiddled with his palm, and after speaking, he broke off one of Zhang Miao's middle fingers.

'Ahh

"My hands, my hands, ah!!" Zhang Miao leaned against the iron pillar on the cell door, howling and wailing in pain, but he couldn't break free of Lieutenant Han's palm.

"A thief, it's a waste of Caltés' rations to lock you up" Lieutenant Han's tone did not change in the slightest, always so suave.

The other prisoners were silent, some silently turned to the cell, and some sympathized with Zhang Miao.

"You're the new murderer?" Lieutenant Han casually threw away the howling Zhang Miao and took out a white handkerchief to wipe his hands.

"Yes" Sun Zheng's eyes followed his every move, Sun Zheng was not a fool, from the awe in the eyes of other prisoners, the attitude of the prison guards, it was obvious that this guy in front of him was definitely not easy to mess with, and he replied very sincerely.

"Well, it's not bad, it's much better than when the others first came in, come with me, your identity can't be compared to these thieves, rapes, and robbers, Mocha, clean up this place" Lieutenant Han chuckled lightly and turned to leave, Sun Zheng also looked around and followed.

"Hey, do you hear me, this kid turned out to be a murderer."

"Shhhhh

"This kid is not very old, and he really has a seed"

"Hurry back to your beds and do a routine check on your personal duties," the Mocha guard yelled as he banged his baton on the cell door.

In prison, there are also unspoken rules, and generally the lowest level of personnel are those who are charged with minor crimes, such as what Lieutenant Han just said, theft, robbery, rape, destruction, corruption, etc., while in prison, people who have committed a little major crime are more disgusted and despised for two kinds of people, rape and theft. Harm and financial crimes, drug production and high-tech crimes, on the contrary, are highly respected.

Sun Zheng listened to him talk about the environment of Cartes behind Lieutenant Han, and more or less had a bottom in his heart, it turned out that Cartes was divided into three areas, covering an area of 27 square kilometers, and the garrison was often more than 60,000, one was the Chinese area, referred to as the Chinese area, one was the Russian area, referred to as the Russian area, and the other was a bit strange, and it was rare in all countries in the world, that is, the women's area, of course, the women's area was a separate area, and it was not connected to the two areas.

Looking out of the side window, there is a large sports field, and there are a few sports measures, and the Russian flag is erected on the upper floor opposite, which should be the Russian zone that Lieutenant Han said.

Huaxia District is divided into four floors, the first floor is not worth mentioning, the second and third floors are all prisoners with more serious crimes, and the number of people is much smaller than the first floor, for example, a cell on the first floor holds nearly 20 people, bunk beds, and public toilets, while a cell on the second floor and three floors is 6 to 8 people, independent toilets, why. Because these felons have a bit of a strange temper, all of them are not easy to mess with, a word of disagreement is the bloody and bloody prison party in order to avoid the situation, only to separate management, would rather have more cells, than to see something happen, this is also humane, four floors, can go up to the fourth floor of the people is not many, only a handful, as long as you inquire about how many big cases in each person's hands, not to mention seven or eight lives, they are all separate cells, perennial bracelets and anklets restrict freedom.

'Squeak' Lieutenant Han led himself to an office-like room, and the decoration was extravagant as could be seen by the tiger skin carpet at the entrance.

In front of the table, there was a boss's chair with its back to it, and from time to time, a trace of green smoke floated from above.

"Coming?" the voice said.