Every country has a prison, including the "Gentleman's Country" in Zhiyi.

Why do we need prisons?

Because criminals need to be punished, because there are not only good people in the world, but also evil people.

I was taken to a prison known as "Alcatraz", and after Lester handed over to the island's guards, he and Wilson boarded an armed jeep.

I was pulled out of my wheelchair and put into a sealed compartment, through which I saw the convoy follow the road into a large castle.

The sound of the waves crashing against the reef kept coming to my ears, and there was a watch tower on every high ground on the island, and I looked up at the night sky and saw a huge devil's face in the night sky.

The huge gate made of steel plates kept opening and closing, and I counted silently, and the car passed through a total of six gates, and drove to a stop in front of a black house.

The bright lights on the roof lit up, and I was taken out of the car, into the house, pressed into a special iron chair, and re-secured my limbs and neck with the strap.

The cloth cover on my head was ripped off again, and I saw a bright light, and I hurriedly closed my eyes again.

Behind an iron desk, two iron chairs were set up, and the sound of military boots on the floor came to my ears from outside, and a warden wearing a black Napoleonic fur hat walked in, pulled over the chair and sat down, and stretched out his hand to signal the other person to take a seat as well.

Lester sat next to the warden, and Wilson and another guard stood behind me.

"Let me introduce you, this is Sergeant Mace, the warden of Alcatraz Island!" Lester made a presentation. The warden sitting across from me had a broad forehead, a strand of curly black hair sticking out from under the brim of his hat, a pair of blue eyes like copper bells, a brown face like a knife, a huge nose with broad lips, and a row of short whiskers like steel needles on his chin.

This man was burly and shouted in thick Chinese: "They are all used to calling me Sheriff Satan, you are Chinese, do you believe in God?" ”

I nodded, "Satan means the devil in the Bible, look at my face!" He turned his head. A scar stretched from the base of his right ear to his jaw.

"A scumbag tried to peel off my entire face, but I peeled it off, and he's still dead in a cell in this prison. Welcome to Alcatraz Island, where I'm Mays, the Warden! Mace confessed to me.

I was amazed that he spoke Chinese fluently.

"You must be surprised why my Chinese is so fluent, right?" The other party questioned me and continued: "That's because my grandfather, father and uncle were all killed by you Chinese, especially my uncle was killed by a Taoist priest. ”

My mouth was taped, and I couldn't respond out loud.

"On Alcatraz, there are only two ways for prisoners to get out. One is to get permission from the superiors to leave, and the other is to leave as ashes. ”

The Satanic Warden introduced himself, and Lester interjected: "Mr. Yuan is an iron warrior!" ”

"The one I hate the most is the Iron Warrior, and this is the furnace of steel!" Satan roared, and the mole on his face began to glow. He motioned for the guards to tear the tape off my mouth, and I gasped for air, but I felt a strong sense of violence in the air.

Satan said to me, "I'll call you Iron soldiers, go!" ”

The guard untied the holsters on my limbs, pulled me out of the chair, and kicked the iron chair over with a single kick, and the chair hit the iron desk with a crisp crashing sound.

Sheriff Satan stood up, said it didn't matter, and walked straight out of the room.

At dawn, I was taken into a cell numbered 9748. The prison guard who escorted me said to me in Chinese through the opening in the iron door: "The little stove that the warden specially opened for you, you can enjoy it slowly, Iron Warrior!" ”

It seems that the prison guards here can understand Chinese, and some can speak Chinese, so communication is not a problem, but how long will I stay here? How do I leave?

It was very simple in the cell, just a camp bed, with a broken straw mat on the bed, no bedding and pillows, and I was barefoot, and my toes that had just kicked over the chair began to become red and swollen, and I suspected that my toes had been broken.

I sat on the bed, covered the toes of my left foot, endured the pain, maybe sleep would make people forget the pain, so I lay down on the straw mat, closed my eyes and fell asleep.

This time my soul was not separated from my body, but I saw that my body emitted a black qi, the black qi gradually subsided, the pain disappeared, a golden light enveloped my body, and when the golden light dimmed, a crisp bell woke me up.

I felt like I was back in middle school, boarding in the school dormitory, I was woken up every morning by the wake-up bell, then I got dressed and washed, went to the front of the school building to line up, went to the playground to run five laps, and the homeroom teacher and teacher of each class had to check the number of people during the run.

Although I have been away from the campus for many years, I still sat up from the bed, rubbed my eyes, and the iron door was violently slammed: "Iron Warrior, it's time to get up and smelt!" "It was the guard who escorted me to my cell who started calling me.

The cell door opened, and I slowly walked out of the cell door, followed him into the square, and began to line up with the other prisoners.

The soccer field's big playground was a sea of orange, with at least a thousand prisoners of all shapes and shapes, and I was a white leaf in this orange ocean.

I heard a faint strange laugh coming from all around me, a wall-like body in front of me, a bald man on the left, a head taller than me, with a pair of triangular eyes slanting and a smirk, and a black man on the right, with short hair and a grin, showing a mouthful of sharp white teeth.

Someone was poking me in the back, and I turned my head to see an ugly head, this guy was lower than me, but I smelled a foul smell from him. The man had a dark complexion, some Indian Asan, and the stubble on his face was like a barb.

“You，is you，come here!” I heard someone shouting in front of me, and I went to see it.

On the stairs leading to the second floor stood the satanic warden and two prison guards, while behind them stood an old man with glasses, squinting and holding a black book.

"It's you, Iron Warrior, you come up!" The prison guards gave me an order.

I pushed the prisoners away and walked up the stairs, where they let out a mocking laugh, "Iron soldiers! ”

At the bottom of the stairs, I looked up at the warden and the two prison guards.

"Behind you are the ordinary criminals here, I have to admit that they are extremely evil, extremely vicious, and they cannot change their crimes here, but they can restrain their crimes!" Satan expressed it to me.

I immediately asked, "What crime did I commit and be imprisoned here?" ”

“You are the Political prisoners！”

The old man behind them opened his eyes and looked at me, and the warden reported to him: "The arden, The spy is from China."

The old man looked down at me and said slowly in Chinese: "Come on, child, give me your **, give your soul to God, when your life is over, your ashes can be returned to your hometown for burial!" ”

I sneered and said, "No need, prepare your souls, I'm going to send your souls to hell!" "I was kicked in the jaw by Satan.