With a series of metal clashing sounds, the prisoners in the cell stood up one after another, walked to the door and lined up, waiting for the guards to open the door and take them out to let them out.

There were only three people in Bruce's cell, and he deliberately waited for a while, letting Bane stand first, while he and Don stood behind, Bane was the first to bend down through the narrow cell door, and Bruce, who was left behind, paused and said to Don in a mocking tone: "No big dog, who are you going to find later?" ”

Don swallowed, looking a little distracted, not needing Bruce's reminder, and he also found that he was now the best bully in this cell, just like Jimmy used to be.

But unlike Jimmy, he didn't officially join any gang, only the big dog had a backer, and after the big dog died, he didn't even have a way to join the gang, and his two cellmates obviously didn't intend to cover him, and Don was very scared now.

Not to mention the bandage killer, although he is a little colder, but there is no aggression yet, but the new cellmate Bane is a violent maniac no matter how he looks at it, and he is much stronger than the big dog, if Bane bullies him like the big dog bullies Jimmy, then he will almost never survive the first round.

Seeing the expression on Donn's face gradually turn to panic, Bruce silently turned his head back and walked out under the guidance of the prison guards.

Once at the venue, Bruce didn't pause, he walked towards the group of the oldest serial killers in the prison, and sat down in an inconspicuous corner, and although he didn't communicate with anyone, he had already explained his identity to the other gangs.

There are very few people in the prison who are willing to provoke this group of murderers, and the other criminals are only for profit in the end, but this group of murderers is completely happy to kill, most of them suffer from pathological mental illness, and most of the conflicts of interest between gangs will be pointed, but a sick madman will definitely kill the killer.

Moreover, this group of crazy people has no intention of getting involved in the drug or cigarette trade, most of them do not smoke, drink, or take drugs, they are strong, have good living habits, and their only hobby is to read books or newspapers, which does not have any conflict of interest with other gangs, so they are naturally safe.

"Is there a newspaper?" Bruce asked, looking up at a thin, scholar-looking man.

"You can't all count on me." The scholar-looking man frowned and grumbled, grinning from time to time to one side and then shrugging his shoulder on the other, looking a bit of a polio after-effect.

"I'll find a way to get two journals in next week." Bruce sat on the ground with his hands on his knees, and apparently everyone around him was attracted by his words and turned their heads to look at him, so Bruce added, "But don't expect the latest version, they don't know the complicated bunch of serial numbers." ”

But the others gathered around, and they turned to the latest academic work they had seen before they were imprisoned, and Bruce chatted with them all the time, but his eyes were fixed on Bane, who was on the edge of the field.

This incomparably strong big guy naturally attracted the attention of various gangs, and the gangs in the prison lacked two kinds of people, one was completely inconspicuous, never provoked the prison guards, and it seemed that they would not commit any crimes, such people could help them transport contraband, and the other was constantly looking for trouble, showing their violent temperament, and making people daunting big guys, which could help them keep the contraband.

Bane obviously belongs to the latter, his body is the strongest in the entire prison, even if you don't look at the tubes in the back of his head, just looking at his muscle mass, you can see that he is a reformed person, this kind of criminal with violence written on his face can be a good deterrent to those who want to start a fight, and is naturally the most popular with the gang.

Both the Border Gang and the neo-Nazis tentatively leaned over there, and the Black Gangs stood still for the time being, but they were obviously interested, and the rest of the people were all looking over there to see who could get the strong beast.

The Border Gang took the lead in sending a Latino towards Bane's place, who was still sitting on the ground, not moving when he saw anyone coming, just staring at each other with his eyes under his mask.

Bruce knew very well how much pressure Bane's eyes could put on him, and the Latina slowed down visibly as he approached Bane, and seemed to have forgotten what he had prepared, just standing two meters away from Bane, dumbfounded.

Suddenly, Bane stood up, and the Latina instinctively took two steps back, and there was a snickering from the crowd around him, they didn't understand how much pressure they would encounter in the shadow of Bane's huge body, they just felt that the Border Gang were a bunch of soft eggs, and before they could actually do it, they were scared.

One of the leaders of the Border Gangs couldn't sit still, and he had to get back on the field and pay for his men's poor performance, so he called two henchmen, walked over with a flick of his arms, raised his chin at Bane, and said in English with a Spanish accent: "Hey, big man, why don't you say hello to my companions?" ”

"I didn't see that he was trying to say hello." Bane hummed as he tightened the muscles in his arms, pushed away the Latinas standing in front of him with a very rude motion, walked up to the white leader, and then slapped his hand on his chest and said, "You should know that I can screw your heads off before the ankle rings are discharged." ”

The leader let out a sneer and said, "Then you will be locked up in a solitary confinement cell that does not see the light of day, don't think about doing it, stupid big man, unless you want to be tortured for the rest of your life by the special confinement measures set up by that crazy woman of Amanda." ”

Bane let out air through his nostrils, stared at the leader in a daze, and said, "What the hell do you want to do?" ”

"We just wanted to come and say hi to you."

"Now that the greeting is over, get out."

"Something isn't right." The red-eyed Bruce turned to look at his alter self and said, "Bane just behaved differently than I did when I first met him, he acted like a reckless man without a brain. ”

"Maybe he's trying to disguise himself as a reckless man." The blue-eyed Bruce squinted and watched Bane's movements intently, and said: "Tensing the muscles can better show the arm circumference, highlight the strong body, put the center of gravity back when standing, and push the hips forward, in order to emphasize the male characteristics, the hands are not protected in front of the body, but placed at the sides of the body, showing a fearless momentum." ”

"He's constantly strengthening his physical performance, and using short language and straightforward words to imitate the way he speaks, making people think that he's just a stupid big guy with developed limbs and a simple mind, you see, aren't the people of the Border Gang fooled?"

"Why would he do that?" Red-eyed Bruce asked.

"If it were me, when faced with an unfamiliar environment surrounded by enemies, I would hide my most important weapon as a hole card."

"Even though he already has such a strong body, he still feels that his wisdom is more important?"

"Perhaps his wisdom is stronger than his body." The blue-eyed Bruce stared at the tubes at the back of Bane's head and said, "From the scribbled technique of the doctor who took over the child, it can be seen that as a test subject, he is not precious, and it is very likely that he is the model used for the initial drug test." ”

"This model won't be stored for too long." The red-eyed Bruce continued his own words and speculated: "The labs that conduct illegal human experiments regularly destroy these consumables, and not only did he not destroy them, but he escaped from the lab with these broken tubes, and even got on Amanda's line." ”

"I have no doubt that Bane took advantage of Amanda, and he made Amanda think he was just a reckless big guy, an easy-to-handle tool to kill, and that's why he ended up in a normal cell."

"If his goal was to escape from prison, then he could have left a long time ago, Amanda was deceived by him, and did not use that harsh special confinement measures against him, and the security forces of ordinary cells are useless to him, judging by the muscle mass in his legs, he can even jump directly off the grid, so why didn't he go?" The blue-eyed Bruce said with a frown, his tone slightly confused.

"Bane must have a special goal in mind for staying here, and we have to figure out what he wants to do before we can move on to the next step."

As the words fell, the blue-eyed Bruce vanished, and he got up from the ground and said to the bespectacled scholar standing across from him, "I'm going to the infirmary tonight to change the dressing on my face, any suggestions?" ”

"Nurse...... There are old newspapers in the cabinet next to the wall on the right side of the nurse's station. The scholar said intermittently, "It's the package that the drug idiots used to transport drugs, but we need it so badly, can you get it?" ”

Bruce nodded, while another rather strong, farmer-looking criminal stepped forward and said, "Most of the newspapers they use are from last month, if you can get them for us, then whoever writes about the deeds in the newspaper will help you do things, I guess it's probably mine, so what do you want to do?" ”

"I need a list of prisoners."

"Deal."

On the way back to his cell, Don tried to speak to Bruce several times, but Bruce saw his intentions and walked faster and faster, leaving him far behind, without giving him the slightest chance to communicate.

Before the time was ripe, Bruce lowered his head and looked at the gloss on the handcuffs, thinking that the aroma brought by the fear component was not strong enough, the fermentation process had not yet begun, and such a wine was too sour to drink.

Listening to the crisp sound of the shackles rubbing against the ground, Bruce began to recall when he could also come up with a cruel joke that compared fear to the aroma of wine, why he had just socialized with a group of serial murderers, but there was no anger at their crimes, only a contemptuous impatience, and even began to miss his drinking and card friends?

He manipulated Jimmy to kill the big dog, and planned to use fear to force Don to have a good conversation with the serial murderer who had more than a dozen lives on his hands, but Bruce didn't even have a minute to search for possible conscience troubles, he just mockingly thought that the news of Gotham was always much better than their own deeds, and the jokes of the clown were much funnier than theirs.

In the narrow and dark corridors of the prison, the young man walked forward with a calm face, walked back to the cell with steady steps, sat back on the bed with a steady posture, and calmly felt like he was home—Bruce was indeed starting to feel a little homesick.

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