The stack of papers was thrown in front of the warden, and he reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the chick in front of him, flipped through it, lowered the two legs on the table, and gradually sat up straight.

"What the! Is this Morgan's signature? It was as if he had seen a flowering stone, and his face was full of disbelief.

Luo Li, who was standing in front of the desk, stretched out his hand and pushed the landline phone forward, raising his chin slightly, "Can you verify, do you need Your Excellency's number?" ”

"No need." The warden stood up and asked the prison guard standing next to him to put away the papers, "No one can fake this thing, great judicial system, great amnesty, what can I say!" Morgan even agreed to let these crazy people out, and he didn't receive any less benefits, right? I don't know if it's enough for him to buy an extra mansion? ”

"You can ask him that question yourself, I'm just a lawyer." Luo Li's tone was very cold and arrogant.

She wore her hair coiled, dressed in a professional suit, and wore a pair of rimless glasses, full of aura. The warden cursed secretly, a little curious about what the relationship between this little girl and the client behind the scenes, who was young but able to represent such a heavyweight dirty transaction.

If there was no shady affair in this matter, the warden thought that maybe Madonna would be able to claim to be a virgin. He disdains the high-sounding routines of these superiors, obviously he makes more money than anyone else, but he can still make a righteous appearance. It's like last month's bishop, who kept claiming to be God's most godly servant, was imprisoned because of child prostitution.

Does God like this tune too? The warden spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm viciously, and walked in the labyrinthine cell first, leading the way for Luo Li.

The north and south prison buildings are divided into different reading areas, and the common point is that they are dark, cold, and heavily guarded. Armed prison guards roam around the corners with heavy firearms, and snipers on watchtowers look like tarantulas before prey, coldly waiting for any possible blows.

The ninth heavy iron gate opened in front of him, and Luo Li followed the warden in, his high heels stretching out on the ground with a crisp sound. The cells on both sides quickly crept, and through the panes of the door, hideous and twisted faces could be seen pressed against the door, and the heavy wheezing soon spread into a storm.

"It's a girl, it's a live girl!" With the howl of a wolf, the entire area was set on fire like a powder keg, and it was thrown into a frenzy.

Salt Lake City, M Federal No. 41 Prison, Class I Ward.

There used to be a famous joke about the first-class prison district. Colombia's number one drug lord, Montoya, is worth billions of dollars, has a manor bigger than the White House, and his favorite thing is to drink the blood of his enemies raw. When he first came to the prison, he entered a double "luxury suite", and asked the old prisoner on the high and low bed with disdain if this was a first-class prison area, and the old prisoner replied that he was a special area. Montoya had heard a lot of rumors about Prison 41 outside, but she never knew that there was a special grade above the first-class prison area, and she couldn't help but feel quite complacent, thinking that the place where felons gathered was nothing more than that, and in the end she still let herself live in the first class. Seeing that the old prisoner who lived in the same room was wearing underwear and had a strange shape, he didn't dare to underestimate it, so he politely asked the other party for advice.

The old prisoner looked at him in surprise for a long time, pointed to his underwear, and replied that he was a superman, and that he was limited by this kryptonite cell, so he could not get out of the trap. The old prisoner couldn't understand how there could be such a stupid thing in the world, who didn't even know the greatest hero, so he had to give special treatment and perform a low-altitude flight for Montoya.

Watching the guy roll around on the bed with a blanket in his mouth, Montoya was unsure of which planet she had landed on.

The so-called special district is for the mentally ill, and Montoya washed the toilets here for several years before she was eligible to be transferred to the third district. At this time, he knew how far away he was from the first-level prison area, and he had only been in the third-level prison area for a few days before his throat was cut with a sharpened steel piece, and he died so much that he could no longer die.

The first-class prison is called the "abyss" by the inmates, and even a real purgatory is by no means more terrifying. The California serial killer who slaughtered 67 people is known here as a sissy, and the 30-minute release time every day often stages a bloody drama. The limits of human intelligence and physical strength were used by these beasts, and even the most ordinary piece of cardboard could be soaked in urine and rolled up into a blowgun that could penetrate a tin trash can ten yards away.

To live is to die for others, and almost every Felon in the first-level prison has a common tendency to violence. At this moment they seemed to realize that there should be something more wonderful in life, the slender figure that walked in front of them became the flower in the desert, the fire on the ice field, the pink phantom in the dark abyss. The senseless roar was converging into a huge wave that shook the aisle ceiling with dust falling from the ceiling. Many of the prisoners stared at their blood-red eyes, put their hands into their crotches and rubbed them, their nostrils twitching, and they were about to go crazy with the smell of perfume in the air.

The warden turned around maliciously, trying to find horror on Luo Li's face, but saw that the other party's expression had not changed even the slightest, as if he was visiting a zoo in the sun.

"Weird little girl......" the warden muttered inwardly, motioning for the guards to open the final door.

At the deepest part of the first block, there were only seven solitary cells, three of which were empty.

This place is very different from the outside, the wall against the corridor is made of special tempered glass, so you can see everything in the cell.

The warden stood in front of the first cell, and there was a very white and gentle young man lying on the bed in a daze. He looked like any college student, shirt, jeans, a pair of sneakers, and there was no place on his body that could be connected with the most vicious criminals, and he looked a little shy when he saw Luo Li, but he still waved his hand and said hello silently.

"Wavebird, 24, Alaskan, hacker. He's hacked the Department of Defense, the CIA, the Pentagon, and in fact a lot of hackers have done similar things, which may be hilarious but not very impressive. He finally managed to get a ticket to get here five years ago, when he invaded the North American Defense Command to help his girlfriend celebrate her birthday, and finally made the Kitty Hawk aircraft carrier formation form a heart shape in the Atlantic. Well, the kid kept a satellite photo of the time, and now that photo has been photographed for millions of dollars on eBay.com, and the boring rich girl said it was the most romantic love declaration in the world. ”

The prison warden introduced coldly and looked at Luo Li, "This is the first person you want, an out-and-out Internet maniac." ”

Luo Li nodded, pulled out a photo from the briefcase, and pasted it on the glass wall. The bird stared at it, and jumped up from the bed as if it had been electrocuted, and his face instantly turned red, and he looked extremely excited.

Luo Li didn't give him a chance to take a second look, put away the photo and walked to the next cell.

The middle-aged man in the cell was painting, without a pen, only paint and fingers, and a canvas hanging on the wall. He has short white and blond hair, a well-proportioned physique, and a face that resembles a sculpture of Rodin, full of strange charm. The scene on the canvas is very vivid, it is a strange female body, machine gun legs and feet, a beautiful mature torso, a metal skull head, and a cold light bulb embedded in the eye socket.

"The bald man, 42 years old, a Tsarist Russian, is wanted by thirty-two countries, including country M. The biggest private arms dealer of this century, the most cunning speculator, the most demagogic demagogue. He was a natural playmaker, and he was very good at disguise, and when Tsarist Russia collapsed, he bought two million Kalashnikov automatic rifles, did not pay the Russians a penny, changed hands several times, and later changed to a Rocky-class submarine. We still don't know where the damn ship was hid by him, and at some point, the guy's mouth was closed more tightly than the alloy gates of the state vault. ”

Following the words of the prison warden, the middle-aged man bowed slightly towards Luo Li with a very gentlemanly demeanor, just like the greeting of the famous opera horn when he appeared on the stage.

Luo Li made a gesture, strange and brief. The bald guy froze, his eyes widening.

The three empty cells were joined together, and then one was lit again, but it looked even more eerie.

That's because of one person.

He was standing straight in front of the glass wall, tilting his head and looking out, his hair combed back meticulously. Luo Li was less than half a meter away from him, and he clearly found that there was a faint light in those deep sunken eyes. His gaze fell directly on Luo Li's carotid artery, with scrutiny, like a housewife buying vegetables in a vegetable market looking at a piece of meat.

"Cannibal doctor, 45 years old, the creator of the Chinatown tragedy......" The warden was interrupted as soon as he spoke this time.

"I've read the newspapers." Luo Li smiled slightly.

The prisoner in the last cell was doing some kind of exercise similar to Indian yoga in an upside-down position, and his upper body was drenched in sweat. He is of Asian descent, about 30 years old, with dark eyebrows and eyes, and body movements like a cartilaginous snake. Seeing Luo Li approaching the cell, he turned a blind eye.

"Nine Fingers, a professional killer. We don't know much about him, except that he did it the last time the president of country F was assassinated, a person. The warden yawned in relief, "That's all that needs to be said, are you sure your client isn't mistaken about someone?" If you are sure, you can take them away after completing the formalities. ”

Luo Li ignored him, but stared at the nine fingers in the cell, raised his hand and pressed it on the glass wall. Her palms were soft and small, and they were silent when pressed, but the special tempered glass, which was strong enough to withstand the grenade's frontal bombardment, immediately "clicked" and cracked several gaps.

Nine fingers cast a gaze, and his eyes contracted like steel needles.

Luo Li showed a faint smile and stopped looking at him, "Mr. Prison Director, I'm sorry for you." ”

"My God......" The warden felt a little demented as he felt the cracks in the glass wall, and realized that the vase was more than just pretty.

After the young female lawyer signed, four felons who had been sentenced to more than a hundred life sentences together walked out of Prison No. 41 with her.

The warden stood in the office, looking at Luo Li's departing back, and suddenly remembered that this scene seemed a little familiar.

More than 10 years ago, the guy who lived in those three vacant cells was also taken away by a female lawyer. And later, they became crazy people who shook the whole m.

(To be continued)