Leon asked Simmons to help him say that it was not difficult, and it was not easy to say, that is, during the two months that Leon was in prison, he tried his best to protect his safety and not be hacked by the Irish Gang, and on the way here, Leon learned from Carlisle that the MCI also has Irish Gang members serving sentences, and people outside are likely to send news to the prison for them to teach Leon a lesson.

Leon is not afraid of a head-on confrontation with the other party, there are absolutely no guns in the prison anyway, and it is unlikely that these petty criminals will get killed, unless Frank has to take Leon's life and arrange for the dead to kill Leon.

But the cost of doing so is too great, the risk of killing people in prison is extremely high, Frank's boss James Barger has absconded in 1994, and now Frank himself is the focus of the FBI's care, even if he is very angry with Leon in his heart, he will not be so deadly.

And Leon's reason for seeking protection from black gangs is very simple, he is not afraid of being troubled, but he is afraid of being troubled by prison, so as to increase his sentence, avoiding trouble in prison is only a stopgap measure, he wants to fight for a reduction in sentence, it is better to get out of prison early and start a new life.

And as a protected chip, it is Leon's superb gambling skills.

Most of the inmates in MCI are gangsters who like petty theft, these guys are not as violent as the prisoners in the heavy prison prisons, but they all have hobbies such as gambling and smoking, and various gang groups settle disputes in them, and they also prefer to solve them by playing cards rather than by force.

On the third day after León was imprisoned, three Puerto Ricans and two black men from MCI clashed over cleaning the warehouse, and the three Puerto Ricans were covered by the Puerto Rican gang in prison, so the two groups solved the problem at 21 o'clock on the stone platform during the afternoon wind break, and the loser was required to apologize and give three packs of cigarettes.

Simmons let Leon out, and Leon won five in a row, disgraced the Puerto Rican's loss.

In the days that followed, whenever it was necessary to use gambling to solve the problem, Leon was always invincible, and his magic weapon to win was only two, one was excellent memory, as long as the cards were shuffled in front of him once, he could roughly remember the position of each card; The second is the invincible observation ability, gambling is often psychological betting, even if you can't see the opponent's cards, as long as you see the opponent's expression, Leon can guess the size of the opponent's cards.

Before April 1st, Leon inherited that his father was also an out-and-out gambler, and that he was a gambler with poor gambling skills and bad luck. If he had the same gambling skills as Fan Chen after possession, he would not have to embark on the road of fake boxing at all, and he would have no worries about food and clothing when he went to Las Vegas once a year.

Now, Leon relies on this skill to seek a little protection in prison, some shrewd guys have begun to think about how to take this cash cow to the major casinos to make money after he gets out of prison, and some other gangs, especially the Puerto Rican gang, have also begun to try to win him over, because Leon also has Puerto Rican roots.

But Leon is not stupid, he always keeps his distance from the gangs, and at the same time beware of the Irish gang guys.

Once, when it was his turn to clean the warehouse, two Irish men tried to beat him up, but Leon punched the hood of the lawn mower in the warehouse with a fist, and the two men dodged it very well.

On another occasion, while in the playground, several Irish gang members suddenly picked up small pebbles on the ground and threw them at Leon, but none of the pebbles could touch Leon's body......

Their last harassment came in the third week after Leon was imprisoned, when a six-foot-four, newly imprisoned Irishman named Leon to single-handedly address Leon in the warehouse, and no one could escape it if he was named in prison.

Leon didn't beat the big man, but didn't let the other man touch a single hair of his for fifteen minutes, and at the same time his hand was stuck in his pocket and didn't take it out.

"If you punch me again, I'll smash your head." This was Leon's last phrase in the face of his panting opponent, and no one ever came to trouble him again, and the Irish Gang seemed to have stopped their revenge on Leon.

So, time flew by all of a sudden.

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Two months were fast approaching, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and in the blink of an eye, it was the end of June, and Leon's sentence was about to expire.

Over the course of two months, in a delicate balance, Leon found a space for himself to survive, the Irish gang wanted to trouble him, the black gang used him to win him over, the other gangs wanted to teach him a lesson and win him over, and all sides fought around this magical fellow, and in the end it seemed that they were all used by this kid.

At the same time, in his daily prison life, Leon had a regular routine and restrained his duties, except for occasionally participating in gambling or breaking some public goods, and his overall performance was good, and he received a one-week commutation of his sentence.

So he was supposed to be released from prison on July 5, but he will leave here early on June 29 and return to his normal life.

Of course, Fox Leon himself doesn't know what his normal life should look like.

He couldn't go to the rented house in Boston's South Side, where he had long been targeted by the Irish Gang; Gone are the days of playing fake boxing in the bar boxing ring to make a living, and it is a good idea to make a living from gambling, and with Leon's vision and memory, it is no problem to sweep the major casinos.

It's just that this is too eye-catching, and it will definitely cause unnecessary trouble, and if it is related to the Irish gang, it will be even more troublesome.

Or you can find a regular job, in the United States, a supermarket, McDonald's, a building property can find a job to support a family.

Leon had been a top student with a master's degree in finance and mathematics in his previous life, had a decent, well-paying job in Beijing, and now crossed over to the United States to become a community college graduate with no professional skills - except for a boxing thug who had just been released from prison.

Even though he possessed extraordinary intelligence and extraordinary eyesight, memory, and observation, the road ahead of him was still uneven.

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At 12 o'clock at noon on the 29th, after the last lunch, Leon packed his bags and prepared to leave the MCI correction center, which became his haven for more than two months, and his regular and hard life finally made his consciousness and body one.

He is no longer Fan Chen, nor is he the Fox Leon of the past, he is a completely new person, the prison has not reformed him, but he has reformed himself.

When it was finally time to leave, the prison guards were as indifferent as when he came, they had seen the comings and goings of the prisoners, and they had long since become cold iron men, but when Leon left, the guards at the door still smiled and said goodbye.

On the stone platform of the playground, Simmons waved at him with a group of people, although he didn't win this guy over, but the black gang has been calling for wind and rain in MCI for more than two months, and Simmons even hopes that Leon can make some mistakes and stay in prison for a while longer.

However, Simmons also knows that Fox Leon, the guy who was once unknown, will never be a thing in the pool, and it can be seen from his patience and restraint in the MCI that this is an amazing guy who will make a career.

In this way, Leon stood at the gate of MCI with a duffel bag, and the gate of the prison was closed, and then Leon remembered that this was a ghost place where there was no shop in front of the village, no shops in front of the village, no eggs and no poop in birds, and the nearest town was also sixteen kilometers away.

There is a small bus stop at the gate that runs every half hour to the nearest town, Walpole.

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Twenty minutes later, Leon had arrived at Walpole by bus, with the remaining $200 he had left on him when he was in prison, which cost him a dollar on the bus, and then he bought a pack of cigarettes for another $5 and smoked it under the stop sign.

At this time, a Dodge pickup truck stopped near him, and the driver poked his head out of the window and asked Leon, "Man, do you want a ride?" ”

The driver was clearly discerning, and there was a stranger in a town like this, and nine times out of ten it was a prisoner released from MCI, and Walpole was just a transit point, and most people had to leave here for somewhere else.

Leon looked at the driver, a middle-aged white man about forty years old, a little fat, with a very healthy red face, looking a little honest, but there was a cunning in his eyes, and it would not be an honest guy who dared to do prisoner business often.

Leon didn't think much of it, got into his Dodge pickup, and said to the driver, "Go to Marshfield." ”