"Lunchtime."

The shouts of the prison guards were accompanied by the beating of batons.

"Bump."

The iron door pops open automatically.

Suddenly, the white boy burst out of the lower bunk and tried to run out.

"What are you doing?"

A voice sounded behind him, causing him to stop abruptly, and his body trembled.

This demon, it's really not a joke.

Just now, because of snoring, I was beaten alive three times, and I don't know where this bastard learned the beating skills, but now his whole body hurts like a pinprick.

He was so frightened that he didn't dare to sleep again, so he could only wait for the meal time with his eyes open.

"I'm hungry."

The white boy forced a laugh: "I want to hurry up and eat." ”

"Boom."

Ethan put on his shoes and jumped out of bed.

"You're too uninteresting." stepped forward and put his arm around his shoulders: "Don't wait for me to eat, or are you not a fellow inmate?" ”

"I'm sorry."

The white boy was numb, and said in a dry voice: "It's my fault, the main thing is that I have beef patties to eat today, you know, the opportunity is rare." ”

"Smack."

Ethan slapped him on the head, "What do I understand, do you think of me as a prisoner?" ”

"Am I the one who can't even eat beef patties?"

The cramped cell made him sleep unsteadily, and the toilet was next to it, and the smell that couldn't be washed off made his temper irritable.

"It's not."

The white boy shrank his head, looked at the other party's orange prison uniform like his own, and shook his head like a rattle.

"Let's go."

Ethan patted him on the shoulder and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, my temper is a little bad and I wronged you." ”

This big reversal made the white boy's nose sour.

He looked at Ethan with emotion, in fact, this guy is not only handsome, but also a good person!

"Wait until you're done."

Ethan nudged him lightly and followed the group outside: "You clean the toilet, at least three times." ”

The white boy stumbled and nearly fell.

Naturally, meals also came in batches, and the prison warden arranged for them to be in the same cell in order to facilitate their contact with Tucker.

In the distance, you can see a group of big blacks walking down the stairs from the opposite side.

Ethan winked at Atwater, motioning for him to wait for an opportunity to get close to Tucker, at least, to be familiar.

Soon came to the restaurant, holding a plastic plate and slowly moving with the team.

Slimy mashed potatoes, orange corn kernels.

A piece of bread that was so hard that it made a noise when thrown into a tray, and a small black beef patty.

After another glass of juice, he took a tray of unpalatable food and the white boy in the dining room of Nuoda, and found a random seat to sit down.

Although, the other party would love to find a friend to sit with.

No matter what, complaining to others and having a neuropathy can feel better.

But under the forced gaze of Ethan's eyes, the white boy could only sit down obediently.

There is a companion that is not too conspicuous.

Ethan fiddled with the dry beef patty with a plastic spoon, but he didn't want to move at all, it looked like a lump of air.

"People who just came in are like you."

Watching Ethan boredly stir the small pile of boiled corn kernels, the white boy boldly said, "After a long time, you will know that this is already the best thing we can eat." ”

"Bang."

Ethan picked up the spoon, and the beef patty flew to the opposite plate: "If you like, then eat more." ”

"Really?"

The white boy looked at Ethan in amazement, but he quickly shrugged his shoulders again, reached out and grabbed the beef patty and ate it in a big gulp, looking at him viciously, as if he were venting some hatred.

Ethan scooped the corn kernels, taking a bite to deal with.

His gaze fell on Atwater.

The latter put down the tray, rubbed his palms, and walked briskly towards the line next to him.

"Yo."

Atwater walked straight to Tucker, "Boom, you're Southside, aren't you?" ”

"Boy, stand back."

Before Tucker could speak, several old blacks beside him greeted him: "Who are you and what do you want to do?" ”

"No malice."

Atwater took two steps back and raised his hands, "Calm down, man, we're from the same block." ”

"Understood?"

"I came in today and wanted to find my own people."

To survive in prison, ordinary people want not to be bullied, and it is best to quickly find a team to integrate in.

His behavior is normal.

The gang in the prison also absorbs fresh blood in this way.

Hearing Atwater's words, several old blacks relaxed.

"Okay."

When the first bald old black man crossed his hands in front of his chest: "Who are you messing with?" ”

Now this program is pandao.

Make sure it's your own or a member of a rival gang.

Tucker in the back hugged his chest, and he looked at Atwater with interest, this kind of physique, but a good fighter.

At this time, something suddenly changed.

"Tucker."

Three prison guards came up with handcuffs and chains and shouted, "Hands up, feet together." ”

"The doctor wants to see you and now transfer you to protective custody."

Seeing this, Atwater hurriedly took a few steps back, resisting the urge to look at Ethan.

Ethan, next to him, held the spoon tightly.

This situation is completely unplanned.

Protective custody is a completely separate cell, and now that Tucker has been transferred, what's the use of them staying here.

Raise your head and look at the tower in the middle.

Antonio held his belt in his hands and watched what was happening in front of him.

Noticing Ethan's gaze, he nodded and turned to leave.

"Whoa."

The sound of chains sounded, and Tucker slowly moved forward under the watchful eye of the prison guards.

Atwater pressed his panicked mood, spread his hands at the old blacks, and turned back to his seat, during which he and Ethan glanced at each other.

Signaling the other party to be calm, Ethan slowly chewed the corn kernels.

A few minutes later, Antonio hurried over.

He blinked, then walked briskly over to the food bin remnants and looked around at the inmates in the dining area.

Ethan picked up his plate and walked over to Antonio.

With a spoon in his hand, he slowly tossed the remaining food into the trash: "What happened?" ”

"Hank contacted the warden."

Antonio's lips moved slightly: "It was the Tobacco and Guns Administration, those guys were afraid that we would force our contact with Tucker, and quickly agreed to the other party's request." ”

"It's a transfer to protective custody, and the bailiffs are going through the paperwork to transfer Tucker to the witness protection program."

"That is." Ethan frowned:

"We're running out of time."

"That's right." Antonio's head twitched, "You need to get Tucker's criminal recordings in your hands before he leaves prison." ”

"But now he's in a different cell." Ethan had a headache and bared his teeth:

"Meaning, Atwater and I have to go with you."

Antonio twisted his head and glanced at Ethan: "That's right, and there are only two ways to get protective custody right now." ”

"Either you're sick with something, or..."

"Hmm."

Ethan nodded, no need for Antoniodo to say, he knew what to do.

Throwing the plate aside, he walked briskly to his seat, propped his hands on the table and smiled at the white boy and said, "Come on, let's play a fun little game." ”

"Or, you punch me now."

"Or, wait until you go back to the cell, I'll kill you!!"

"How do you choose?"

The white boy's mouth was wide open, and half a piece of bread fell from his mouth.

(End of chapter)