After the trial, back at the detention center, Leon packed his personal belongings - two single clothes and a pair of sneakers, plus two hundred dollars and a lighter.

By about 4 p.m., he, along with several petty offenders, got into a detention van and began heading to the MCI Correctional Center south of Boston.

Going to prison to escape the Irish gang is not a brilliant idea, relying on Fan Chen's intelligence and Leon's body, it is not an impossible task for them to maneuver with Frank in Boston.

But Fan Chen didn't want his new life to become a police drama with gangsters, he would rather send himself to prison, so that Fox Leon could be completely cut off from the outside world, so that his consciousness could be completely integrated with this body.

So far, Fan Chen often has a trance that only dreams have, and his consciousness seems to be separated from his body, which is related to the fact that the new consciousness cannot match the memory of the original body.

It is obviously a calm, rational and extremely agile consciousness, but it is connected to a muddy, confused memory of life, and it is strange if it is not chaotic.

Although the prison environment is harsh, but the life is regular, single and hard, Fan Chen feels that this body with a strong appearance has become more and more empty on the inside because of years of boxing, alcoholism, gambling and beauty, which is intolerable for Fan Chen, who lived an extremely healthy life in his previous life.

Fan Chen hopes that during his two months in prison, while avoiding social troubles, he can truly regenerate his body and consciousness.

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In the detention car, sitting next to Leon was a small black man, who was also sentenced to two months in prison for stealing, but this guy was not a head soup, but a repeat offender.

He sat next to Leon, humming a song in an unknown tune while shaking his head, as if he was not going to prison, but to go on an outing.

Soon he noticed Leon, because compared to the other dejected guys in the car, Leon calmly drove to work, so he leaned forward and whispered, "Hey man, it looks like you're in for the first time and want a cigarette?" I have a way to get it, my name is Semen, Semen-Carlisle. ”

Leon glanced at the little black man, looked at his expression and thought, "Negro, about 5 feet 7 tall, looks very sincere in his eyes, but this shows that he has a ghost in his heart." The skin is a little dry, the nose will twitch unconsciously, it should be an addict, such a guy will not have any good ideas in his stomach. ”

The little black man would not have thought that in just a glance, Leon had already seen his bottom line.

Semen Carlisle himself doesn't know how many times he's been in prison, half of his life has been spent stealing and taking drugs, and the other half has been spent in prison. Prisons for minor offenders like the MCI Correctional Center were literally his second home.

However, this second home is a little bad, the goods are difficult to get, Carlisle of course knows the way in prison, but he needs money, so every time he goes to prison, he will hook up with a few newcomers so that he can get money to buy goods in it.

This time he set his sights on Leon, because among the six people in the same car, only Leon was a new face.

Although Fox Leon's life is decadent and erosive, his legal record is very good, and he never does anything illegal or criminal, but after Fan Chen possessed him, he will experience prison life for the first time.

"Are you from the Irish Gang?" After glancing at Carlisle, Leon asked.

Carlisle glanced at Leon with an exaggerated look of disbelief, then shook his head and whispered, "Are you a fool?" How can the Irish gang have blacks? I'm Rick Marvin's subordinate......"

Most of Boston are of Irish descent, and the racial discrimination is quite serious, for example, in this detention car, only Carlisle is a black man and Leon is a mixed race, and the other four are white-skinned white people, which is one of the reasons why Carlisle sought out Leon.

When Carlisle hears Leon's question, he guesses that Leon may have a dispute with the Irish Gang, which increases Carlyle's interest in him, and Leon needs a guide in prison, so the two men with different intentions hitchhike up in the detention car.

More than two hours later, at dinner time, a carload of people arrived at their destination, the MCI correction center. Located in the southwest of the town of Walpole, it is a modern prison that combines correctional and incarceration functions.

After arriving at the prison, Leon and his entourage underwent a body search, personal belongings, a simple physical health check, sanitation and disinfection, and changed into orange prison uniforms, starting his short prison life.

Although the room is not spacious, it is not dark and damp, on the contrary, it is dry and ventilated, the environment is not bad, and all kinds of basic daily necessities are readily available.

Because they missed dinner time, Fan Chen and his party were arranged to have a separate meal in the cafeteria, which was large and spacious, and the dishes were also very good, chicken salad, ham, omelette, and some grilled lamb chops - although the grilled ones were not too delicious.

Semen Carlisle is a breeze here, this is the fifth time he's been here to serve his sentence, and he even said hello to the chef in the cafeteria during the meal. After eating, they were taken back to the room to rest, and the prison always went to bed very early.

This is good for Leon, since he crossed into this body in the ring on the 1st night, knocked out his opponent in the ring, injured Mark Willis and his party, and then ran to the North End nightclub to make trouble, was arrested by the police, interrogated, and then went to court, he has not had a good night's sleep at all for several days.

Sometimes Leon thinks that maybe he will lie down and sleep well, and the next day he will wake up and find himself lying in a bed in a big hotel in Shanghai, and the headache after waking up will come as scheduled, and everything will return to normal, and he will become Fan Chen again.

This night, Leon slept deeply, the prison was empty except for a water tower and a few woods, and it was unusually quiet in the middle of the night, Leon dreamed of his mother when he was a child, dreamed of his father Matthews, who had been blurred, dreamed of the madness of the Celtics' championship night in 1986 and the death of his mother, dreamed of the Boston riots after the Red Sox lost the championship, dreamed of his first girlfriend, and his first intimate contact............

Awakened by the shrill whistle in the morning, Leon found himself covered in sweat, he looked around, the white walls, wooden cabinets, sinks, and got up and looked in the mirror again, it was still a black-haired half-blood, at this time he understood that he was no longer Fan Chen, but just Fox Leon.

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The management of prisons in the United States is not as strict as imagined, especially in a light prison like MCI, after completing a simple morning exercise and eating a decent breakfast, they enter free time, some people choose to work out, some people choose to read books in the library, some people go to the court to play ball, and of course, there are some restless guys who gather together to do the whole thing.

One of them was Semen Carlisle, who quickly found the organization in prison, a small prison group of people of color in prison, and Carlisle pulled to introduce Leon to it.

The leader of the group is a little black old man in his fifties, named Samar Simmons, an old gambler, and at the same time doing some part-time sales, but he never touches himself, ten years ago he was sentenced to fifteen years in prison for a manslaughter, and three years ago he was sent to the MCI correctional center with a reduced sentence, and because of his cunning and leadership skills, he became the head of the MCI colored community.

Because he is flexible and good at drilling, this guy is one of the few guys in MCI who can get the goods, so he eats very much, and addicts like Carlisle naturally look for him as soon as he comes in, and pulls a head.

Leon looked tall and strong, a nice little guy, and the well-informed Simmons soon learned that this guy was the same guy who had ruined the results of the boxing match of Frank, the leader of the Irish gang in the South End, a few days earlier, and had also severely injured the amateur boxer Fox Leon of three fighters.

"You're amazing, you dared to go against Frank and go to jail to avoid being hunted, and I've heard that your legend is now circulating throughout Boston's South Side, how to knock Kleiman down with one punch, how to finish out three thugs in the toilet, and Mark Willis in it." Simmons said to Leon with a bit of schadenfreude that black people in Boston would always hate the Irish Gang.

Leon looked at the little old man in front of him without saying a word, sitting on the stone platform of the playground, pretending to be dignified when he spoke, and deliberately put the collar of his prison uniform up slightly, but his hands kept clasping together, rubbing a stack of playing cards around.

"Gambler." Leon crossed a word in his heart, and from Simmons' performance, Leon guessed that this guy was a gambler nine times out of ten, and he had a gambler's unique bluff temperament, and at the same time, the cards never left his hand to show this.

"Mr. Simmons, I want to make a bet with you." Leon said suddenly.

"What?" Simmons was taken aback, he didn't expect this guy to want to bet with him when he first came, it seems that he didn't know that he was the number one gambler in MCI.

"I bet the first three cards in your hand don't add up to 21 points. If I win, you're going to do me a favor, and if I lose, I'm going to do you what you want. Leon said confidently.

Simmons rolled his eyes and thought about the cards in his hand, he remembered that the first card should be a club queen, which was already 12 points, and the other two should have a high probability of adding up to more than 9 points, so he nodded and took out the three cards and placed them on the stone platform.

Everyone around them craned their necks to look, Simmons turned over the first card, and sure enough, it was a club queen, 12 points, and the guys around were booed, thinking that Leon was dead this time.

Open the second one, it's a square piece 8! So the two cards already have 20 points, Simmons squinted at Leon with a "you'll have to listen to me in the future" expression, and turned over the third card at the same time, but it was a surprise exclamation.

An ace of spades! 12 points, 8 points, 1 point, add up to exactly 21 points, and Leon said that the three points add up to no more than 21 points, and 21 points are naturally included, and it is Leon who wins. Simmons's face turned from sunny to cloudy, he didn't expect to be embarrassed by this kid just when he came, but he still held back his breath and said, "Good luck, welcome, welcome, you won." ”

"It's not luck. Since I've won, I'm going to win something back, do me a favor. Leon said with a smile. Simmons wouldn't have imagined that it wasn't a thug standing in front of him, but a natural gambler.