Back in the cell, Bernie finds Muyang.

"Alfred, the other day we Mexicans, we had a brother who was stabbed to death by a white man, we recently prepared an operation, we want to each other once, will you help us." Bernie asked quietly.

"Is the other party very strong?" Mu Yang didn't raise his eyes, but looked at the comic book in his hand.

"There are a lot of them, and they are indeed stronger than us, so we are ready to unite with the blacks and kill those whites together, and now they are all gathering people, the more the better." Bernie Road.

"Aren't the Chinese participating?"

"Those Chinese are a bunch of cunning guys, they will just hide from the sidelines and watch the show, unless there is a Chinese who is bullied, they will take action." There was a disdain for the Chinese in Bernie's tone.

Indeed, Chinese Americans like to sweep the snow in front of their doors everywhere.

"How to deal with those police, if things get big, those policemen will shoot." Muyang asked.

"The prison guards will warn before shooting, and when we hear the gunshots, we stop, and it has happened many times before, as long as we don't attack the prison guards, they won't shoot directly."

Looks like these guys have a lot of experience.

"When are you going to start?" Muyang asked.

"The time has not yet been determined, maybe four or five days, maybe a week, and we will act after we get in touch." Bernie Road.

"I can help, but you have to do one thing for me, help me find someone, but you must keep it secret." Muyang made his own request.

"Ok, no problem, you can rest assured about confidentiality." These guys live in cages, and everything they do is under constant surveillance. So the habit of secrecy has been developed.

Muyang told him about Zhou Yuzhi's situation, and then Bernie left.

As for Kane's side. Muyang thinks it's better to forget it, it is estimated that the mouth is the least tight. It's the blacks.

Time passed day by day, and it was the third day that Muyang released the news, but Bernie and Zhang Jun never replied to Muyang, maybe the message had not come back yet, Muyang was already a little anxious.

And the situation in the 14th ward has become more and more bizarre, in the playground, white and black, Mexican. The Chinese are clearly distinguished, and neither of them goes to the other's territory to carry out activities, even if they go back to the door of the prison cell, they also go their own way, and no one runs around.

Muyang also knew what happened last time, that is, because a Mexican kid was in a hurry to go to the toilet, so he ran to the white man's territory and was beaten to death by a group of white people. As for the feud between the two sides, it can be traced back to the beginning of the establishment of this prison, and the two sides have become feuding, and there is a feeling of endless death.

This is also in the cell where Muyang is located. There is no reason for a white person.

After returning to the cell after the release on the fourth day, Zhang Jun came to Muyang's bed and handed Muyang a cigarette. The two of them started to make small talk, just some very unnutritious topics. Muyang felt strange at first, but when he saw Zhang Jun stealthily stuffing a paper roll under Muyang's quilt. Muyang knew that Zhang Jun's information was back.

After Zhang Jun left, Muyang lay on the bed, picked up a book, and then quietly put the paper scroll on the page and slowly spread it out.

"Ward 2, cell 245."

There is only a simple line of words, but it is too important for Muyang, it seems that the Chinese are more reliable, and those guys from the Mexican gang have not given him any useful news until now.

The next day, when the wind was released, Muyang sat on the bench again, and Zhang Jun sat next to him, without anyone around.

"Is the information reliable?"

"Our people saw the guy surnamed Zhou you said and confirmed his identity, but that guy was locked in an independent cell, and he only showed his head when he was eating and relaxing, so it was very difficult to find."

"How is the other party doing now?"

"I don't know, my request to them is to find someone and confirm their identity." Zhang Jun said.

"I'm curious how exactly you deliver the message." Muyang asked.

Mu Yang was really curious, several prison areas were separated, and how did they transmit this information to every part of the prison.

"There are many ways, as long as you can avoid the eyes of the prison guards."

"For example." Muyang got to the bottom of it.

Zhang Jun thought about it for a moment and said: "For example, the fishing method, use a fishing line to pass the note. Such as oral transmission, such as knocking on the heater, walls or even barbed wire. ”

"Telegram !!" Mu Yang asked in surprise.

"Yes." Zhang Jun replied affirmatively.

Muyang has to admire the wisdom of the people, this is the real version of underground work, to be able to establish such an effective communication channel in the heavily fortified California Seventh Prison, it seems that they have really given full play to the power of wisdom.

Muyang also exclaimed in his heart.

A strictly managed prison, a management system that has been divided into pieces, is thus connected into a whole by them in this most primitive way.

Mu Yang thought to himself, if these people use their brains on the right path, it is estimated that they can also make a lot of careers, hey, it seems that people's potential is forced out.

Bernie told Muyang, don't look at the people on the playground are normal, in fact, many people are carrying weapons, you can't find them when you search, because they are all hidden in the rectum, and it doesn't affect all their usual life actions.

What an amazing bunch of guys.

Mu Yang thought maliciously, did they have to squat down and defecate before they fought, and then rush up with a weapon.

It's ****** disgusting.

"Where is the second prison district, is it far from here?" Muyang Road.

"It's not far, it's close."

"We are the 14th Prison District, aren't we far from the 2nd Prison District?"

"Because the prison blocks of the Seventh Prison are not arranged by numbers, the sixth prison block to the west, and the second prison block to the west, which is only one prison block away from us." Zhang Jun said.

"Thank you very much, Jun Zhang."

"You're welcome, it's not a big deal."

"By the way, what did you get in for?" The matter came to a conclusion, and Muyang had the leisure to chat with the other party.

"Gangsters, guns, murder, I'm the head of a gang in San Francisco, and there are white people selling white on my turf. Powder, we had a conflict, we killed more than a dozen people on each other, so I came in, betrayed 20 years in prison, I only came in for 2 years, I really don't know if there is a possibility of going out in this life. Zhang Jun looked a little gloomy for a while, as if he remembered his family.

"You don't sell drugs, you don't sell money."

"Haha, in fact, there are many businesses that can make money, such as ingredients, San Francisco's Chinatown is the place with the most Chinese in the United States, and it is also the place with the most Chinese restaurants, and the high-end ingredients on our street are all provided by us, and they are not more expensive than the restaurants themselves, and we can make money from them, and the money is still legal."

Muyang really didn't expect that the gangsters could still play like this.

"Have you ever thought about escaping from prison, just stay here for the rest of your life." Muyang Road. (To be continued.) )