Two days later, Zhang Zihao, who was taken to a district court in the United States of America for intentional murder, found that the task he carried out was not so simple at all.

Originally, the good things that had been arranged in China actually had an accident.

Yes, unexpectedly, he was not sent to the expected Rand prison at all, but to the Gaza prison, a prison that also houses felons, a place separated from the Rand prison by the end of the world. When he was escorted here by the American police, Zhang Zihao was really dumbfounded when he looked at the black and shiny English letters of the Gaza prison at the gate of the prison.

However, at this time, he had nothing at all except the clothes on his body. Not to mention contacting the country.

However, what comes is what is safe. Zhang Zihao believes that China will definitely contact him again.

Gaza Prison is one of the more famous prisons in the United States, where people are either the most vicious or abducted. Not only that, but if you don't have a certain level of evil, you can't go to a prison in Gaza.

Of course, as soon as you get in here. Congratulations, unless you have made a great contribution, you are ready to retire in a prison in Gaza!

The Gaza prison is divided into four major districts, southeast, northwest and northwest, according to the location of the criminals.

It has to be said that the United States of America is still relatively humane in dealing with criminals. Although the things committed by Zhang Zihao are appalling. However, in prison, they were not treated differently. He was also assigned a small cell of his own.

The first night in prison passed peacefully. There is no imaginary bullying of newcomers (of course, because everyone has their own independent cell, and no one else can bully), and there is no imaginary ghost crying wolf, and the whole prison is silent.

Just when Zhang Zihao thought that he could quietly wait for domestic contact, the other side of the Gaza prison made him completely stunned.

It was his first morning in the Gaza prison, and as he was about to experience the prison food in the United States of America with his chopsticks, the roar of a landslide and tsunami shook the entire prison.

"What's going on? It's just extreme. Zhang Zihao, who was puzzled, quickly rushed to the scene of the incident.

It was a life-and-death struggle, an unusually bloody but blood-boiling one.

Two tall, muscular white men. In the frantic cries of the prison guards and prisoners, they were fighting frantically. Tables, stools, and even knives and forks for eating became their advantageous weapons

Finally, the white man who was a little smaller in stature seized the opportunity that the other party did not stand firm. Sent a sharp knife and fork into the opponent's throat.

Then, in the gushing blood of the other party, he excitedly raised his hands. The next moment, he was surrounded by a group of prisoners in his area.

"Wo Cao, this is crazy, isn't it? Someone died, and the prison guards didn't care? "I watched as if nothing had happened to the prison guards ordering a few prisoners to clean up the blood-stained ground and the bodies of the slain prisoners. Zhang Zihao rarely burst into a foul mouth, he really couldn't imagine such a scene.

"Haha! Boy, you're new, aren't you? Sky. Chaoren? At this moment, a tall and muscular man beside Zhang Zihao patted Zhang Zihao's shoulder fiercely.

"Huh?" Zhang Zihao was stunned, he didn't expect that in the prison of the United States of America, someone would actually communicate with him in the Japanese and Korean languages.

"I'm from Treasure Island. Counting it, we are also half a fellow countryman, how about it? Sit over there? Dahan proposed.

"Yes." Zhang Zihao nodded. At this time, he was blind to the Gaza prison, and he didn't know the situation at all. At this time, a guy who knew the situation inside came to talk to him, and of course he had no opinion.

Because the fight was over, the prisoners also dispersed and enjoyed their breakfast.

Zhang Zihao and Dahan found an empty table next to them and sat down.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Meng Tie." The two sat down, and the big man enthusiastically hugged Zhang Zihao.

"Li Lihao." Zhang Zihao nodded, and also hugged his fists. In my heart, my impression of Meng Tie deepened a little. The fist salute is an ancient rite, and the handshake ceremony is imported from the West. Nowadays, people understand ancient rituals, but it is not common to use ancient rituals.

"I take the liberty of asking, little brother, what did you do to get in?" Meng Tie smiled slightly.

"Intentional homicide, seven." Zhang Zihao was silent for a moment and replied.

"Ahh Meng Tie was stunned, he didn't expect that Zhang Zihao, who seemed to be soft and weak, was actually a murderer. There was obviously a hint of fear in his eyes.

"I'm killing people from the United States of America." Zhang Zihao saw Meng Tie's performance, and immediately frowned slightly. He didn't expect that Meng Tie was so tall and so timid.

"Oh, then, you have to be careful. In our four districts, we have to pick people for fighting competitions every day, and it is murderers like you who are picked. Meng Tie swallowed his saliva and reminded in a low voice.

"Don't the prison authorities care?" Zhang Zihao became interested. When it comes to fighting, he is not afraid of anyone at all. However, the Gaza prison authorities did this, which made him a little curious. After all, prisoners are also human beings, and they also have families. How do they explain to the families of the prisoners who died quietly in prison?

"Of course the prison authorities don't care, but they rely on this kind of activity. It's a lot of profit. If you look up around the cafeteria, are there a lot of cameras? These are connected to some local area networks in the outside world. Perhaps he is also a yellow race, although Meng Tie is a little taboo about Zhang Zihao's identity as a murderer, but in the face of Zhang Zihao's question, he still answered it all.

"You're saying that the prison authorities sell money through this video of the fight? Then how can these prisoners be willing to fight for their lives? What are the benefits? Zhang Zihao became more and more interested.

"I've heard that if you win 10 games in a row, you'll be free." Meng Tie's eyes lit up.

In the trumpet, and a prisoner who has no hope of being out of the trumpet for the rest of his life, who doesn't want to be free? It is no wonder that some people are willing to sell their lives and die for the prison authorities.

"So, has anyone ever been free?" Zhang Zihao's heart moved.

"Yes! Of course there is, otherwise, these people would not be here to fight to the death, desperately fighting. Meng Tie replied affirmatively without the slightest hesitation.

"Okay, I see. If I want to participate, who can I ask to sign up? Zhang Zihao nodded and asked quietly.

"You wouldn't want to participate, would you? Don't have this idea, it's better to die than to live, with our figure, there is no comparison with these Westerners. Going up is no different from looking for death. Hearing Zhang Zihao's question, Meng Tie's mouth suddenly opened wide. The next moment, he dissuaded again and again.

"It's okay, I'm just curious to ask." Zhang Zihao shook his head.

"Well, there's a lot of interest involved. If you want to participate in the life-and-death struggle, you must go through the approval of the bosses of each district. Hey, it's our boss in the West Side sitting over there, and they have a lot of power! You have to be honest when you meet him. Hearing that Zhang Zihao was just to understand, Meng Tie didn't think much about it, so he explained it to Zhang Zihao. even, pointed out the boss of the West District to Zhang Zihao to prevent Zhang Zihao from offending people inexplicably.

"Okay, remember, today we don't know each other at all, nothing has happened between us." Zhang Zihao nodded and stood up directly. In Meng Tie's stunned, he walked straight to the boss of the West District.