Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Canteen Incident at the Beginning of the Plan
In the prison cafeteria, hundreds of unruly prisoners are honestly queuing up to receive food, and the sound of chatting and laughing makes the whole canteen noisy.
This is the happiest time for them except for the time when they are free, because eating always allows them to realize the assumption that they are still free.
Bang dang!
The door to the confinement chamber was opened, and a large black man in handcuffs and shackles was pressed out by four armed prison guards.
The cafeteria was quiet for a moment, and then the noise resumed.
This situation is a common occurrence, and no one takes it seriously. It's just that the exaggerated chains on the big man's body still make everyone label him a dangerous one.
"Eh, how did he come out? Didn't they kill two police officers during the arrest and ask us to be confined for the whole time? ā
The prison guard standing at the door gave him a strange look, climbed down and asked.
The prison guard was holding a chicken leg and gnawing on it, and when he heard this, he glanced up and said indifferently: "Oh, he, I heard that a barrister came yesterday, and the prison director didn't want to cause trouble, and he was complained about some kind of dictatorship." Just lift him from confinement! ā
"Hey! This bastard is a good fate, and the prison warden's once-in-a-millennium pardon has caught up. ā
"! I heard that it was this little sister who came to the door and gave the old man of the prison warden a benefit that he couldn't refuse......"
"Ahh I envy that bastard......"
"Shut up! Do you want the warden to hear and tell all the inmates to line up and kick you in the ass? ā
"Uh...... Ha ha...... I mean, that bastard, it's enviable to have a sister......"
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In the end, he pushed the black man to the side of the rice window, opened the chain on his body, threw down a plate, and turned to leave.
"Hey!" The black man waved the dinner plate in his hand like a small piece of paper, pointed to the big iron ball on his right foot, and said, "You forgot this! ā
One of the prison guards turned around and blinked, playfully, "Oh, you're showing up so soon? It was a pleasant surprise! Keep it! ā
After speaking, he walked out of the cafeteria with a few prison guards.
The black man looked down at the words fifty kilograms marked on the iron ball at his feet, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and began to collect the food with his plate.
The big fat chef stirred in the broth, gave him a spoonful of the broth, and threw a loaf of bread on it.
The big black man squinted at the kid's hamburger, chicken thighs, and mashed potatoes next to him, tilted his head to look at the chef and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?" ā
The big fat chef said viciously: "What? Are you not satisfied, you? Kill the policeman and still want to live in prison? Is your head full of poop? ā
A thin man next to him was overjoyed and said, "It's still black stool, oh! Look at his feet, he put what he can't fit there! ā
The people around laughed.
The big black man was also smiling with his plate, but his smile was getting more and more hideous.
"I haven't decided where to start, but I didn't expect you to be so proactive, what a good person!" He gently placed the plate on the table and took a half-step back with his right leg. Said to himself: "Hughes, that kid should be satisfied, kill a few prisoners, how can you kill a few employees, how can you have fun killing a few employees......"
A group of people over there were still laughing excitedly at insulting a strong man with a strong force, and a huge iron ball flew in front of them in an instant.
The black man had a high-pressure leg, and the fifty-kilogram iron ball at his feet suddenly turned into a meteor hammer, smashing the fat cook's head that was still laughing into a rotten watermelon in an instant.
Before the others could react to what was happening, the next whip leg swept out again. The huge iron ball seemed to have turned into a battering ram, and it hit the thin man directly in the chest.
The thin man spat blood and flew backwards a few meters away, smashing all the people in the row behind him to the ground.
Seeing the blood coldly, the prisoners were stunned for a moment, and then they became frenzied, banging on the table and slapping the stool to cheer loudly, and some even screamed loudly.
The surrounding prison guards also reacted at this time, and fired tear gas without hesitation.
The prisoners here are all unruly, and they usually have the opportunity to look at the prison guards angrily, but at this time, they were stimulated by the murder of the black man, and their whole bodies were boiling hot, and they had already forgotten the consequences, and when they saw the prison guards moving, they did not hesitate to pounce.
"One, two...... It's only two, and Hughes said three or five, so it's five! ā
The black man turned a blind eye to the commotion behind him, reached out and nodded to the headless fat man and the lifeless thin man over there, and turned to find a new target.
The provocative employees had already run to the corner, and the feces and urine were still covering their mouths and not daring to make a sound, they were hateful, afraid, regretful and angry, and they didn't know how to act with trembling hands and feet.
The alarm in the canteen roared for a long time, and the explosion-proof troops outside finally rushed in, and the battering ram directly smashed the canteen door in half, and when it came up, it was tear gas to the people inside.
The big black man raised his hand to take one, frowned at it, and threw it directly to the back. Then he grabbed a prisoner who was about to faint with his backhand and tore off his clothes in one fell swoop. Quickly formed a strip, dipped the broth from the plate, and wrapped it around his mouth and nose.
When the people next to him saw him move like this, they didn't know how to move. So three minutes later, the unlucky ghosts who had been smoked with weak physique turned into bare pigs, and all of them were torn to shreds as if they had been raped.
The black man looked back at the dozens of masked prisoners behind him, slammed his fists on the table, and shouted, "Rush! Kill those cops! ā
The prisoners, who had been carried away by the blood, shouted loudly, grabbed a fork, stool, dinner plate and other weapons around them, and charged straight towards the riot police.
The black man raised his hand and grabbed the two unconscious bare pigs, and the siege truck-like people entered the police pile, smashed them into a pile of people, and then Shi Shiran picked up a clean dinner plate, scooped a sharp plate in the big pot containing chicken legs, sat on the body of an unlucky ghost, and nibbled leisurely.
"Ahh Sure enough, I'm a kind person, and I can't always make up my mind to do it myself......"
Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, the battlefield where the sound of guns, shouting, scolding, and rushing and killing were mixed together, the black man felt that his soul had been sublimated again.
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"You idiots!"
In the warden's office, a balding old man jumped to his feet and yelled at four or five prison guards with flowers on their shoulders in front of their desks: "Do you know how much effort it took me to cover up last year's suicide scandal? Do you know what hardships I went through to survive this year in the face of media doubts and insults? You've made my efforts go to waste! It's like a bubble! Bubbles! Bastard! ā
"Warden, I ......"
"What am I?! Did I let you speak? Did you speak? The bald old man roared like a mad dog and roared, "The last thing I want to see is you!" Six people! Six! Two of the four criminals are still out of prison in less than a week! How do you tell us to explain to the judge? Flying? Suicide? Haha, called by God? Not to mention two more of our staff! I can't wait to strangle you with my own hands to replace them! ā
Several people glanced at each other, and they were wise and did not open their mouths to scold again.
The bald old man looked like a wild boar that had been bitten on the buttocks, and after half an hour of madness over there, he finally exhausted his body, sat down with his head covered, and said weakly: "Let's talk about it, how to solve this matter?" ā
Several prison guards looked at each other before cautiously saying, "From the current situation, we can still save it." ā
"Huh?" The bald old man was a little more energetic, waved his hand and said, "It's all this time, if you have something to say, just say it!" ā
"Yes, sir!" The prison guard replied, "This incident is obviously caused by the indiscriminate murder of the black man named Wilson of Luxembourg, and then deliberately led the canteen prisoners to riot. Wouldn't it be nice if we put all the blame on him and ask Judge YƬ to sentence him to death? ā
"Hah!" The warden sneered, "What a good idea! What a great idea! The prisoners were killing people in the cafeteria, a poorly supervised hat was snapped right on my head, and I was finished with this bastard black man. You take over a prison warden hat who is not a dangerous criminal and does not have to worry about anyone looking for trouble. Hahaha! What a great idea! ā
The prison guard broke out in a cold sweat and said again and again: "No! Sir! That's not what it means! I mean......"
"Shut up! You idiot! Isn't your brain fully grown? The warden slapped the table and yelled, "If it's that simple, I still need to discuss it with you?" ā
Another bespectacled prison guard said calmly: "Sir, it doesn't help that you are so angry now, and none of us here can escape from the responsibility for this matter, so I think it's better to ......."
"What? Do you have a way? The warden hurriedly asked.
The prison guard looked at him like a lifesaver, gritted his teeth and said, "Let's just push this matter down on others!" Maybe it can turn into a good thing! ā
"How?" Hearing him say this, the warden jumped straight up.
"I remember a week ago, sir, your funding request was rejected again, right?" The prison guard pushed his glasses and asked.
"That's right!" The warden nodded: "That bastard Hansen is my mortal enemy, and he will naturally not let me have a good time after he takes the position." ā
"There is no funding, the prison is in disrepair, and there is a high probability of escaping from prison!" The prison guard's eyes glowed with cold.
The prison warden's eyes also lit up: "And it is not uncommon for several people to be killed by mistake while escaping from prison!" ā
Another prison guard smiled and said, "Then we arrested the prisoner at the last moment, and it was a great achievement to control the expansion of the situation!" ā
The warden laughed, "And that old bastard Hansen is going to get out of my head because he didn't approve the funding!" Hahaha, well done! Ace! You are my most powerful assistant! ā
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