death of hope

Chapter 336 "Corporate Warrior" (251) Death Row
"Uncle...you jailers here...do you like to chat with each other like you do?"

"Of course, the per capita chatterbox is gone. If you work in this ghost place, you must learn to resolve loneliness and depression, otherwise you will easily go crazy."

"Do you also chat with prisoners?"

"Strictly speaking, the staff rules of the prison do not encourage this, but I still like to listen to the stories told by the scum of society. I listen to them for fun and don't take them seriously. Two-thirds of them are just bragging about NB."

The three of them marched towards the depths of the space station, ten meters before and after, accompanied by lights that turned on automatically. With the improvement of the security level of the detention area, the density of sentry posts and guards increased exponentially.

"Hey, Sig, who are you saying hello to?" Lynch asked.

"When I passed the guard post, a masked armed guard stared at me and followed me. I turned around and waved at him, but that guy ran away. Uncle, do you know him?"

"Corporal Bell, he worked here after recovering from his wounds on the battlefield, and he just got married last year." The old jailer smirked:
"The young man is 20 years old and full of energy. He caught up with the prison's shortage of manpower. He changed his guard and returned home once every two months. He lived like a monk. He was so suffocated. When chatting in the cafeteria, Bell kept talking to him. Big ass bitch at home."

"Haha... you are so funny."

"We are born as a farmer, so our speech is a bit vulgar. Don't take it wrong, girl."

"It's okay, I'm not a golden branch and jade leaf."

The uncle jailer looked up at Lynch, looked at the scars on his face, and finally couldn't help asking:

"This big brother... doesn't seem to be very talkative."

"Ok?"

Lynch glanced at the other party as if coping: "Sorry, I was thinking about something."

"Just to say... a joke that may offend you, the most vicious criminals here are not half as ruthless as you."

"Hmm..." Lynch responded casually, holding the note given to him by Qi Guvalese in his hand, his mind was in a mess.

"Uncle, don't look at him like he looks like he wants to eat a child raw. In fact, he sees ants walking around and doesn't clean up the cobwebs on the wash basin. He brushes his teeth while watching the spiders crawl around. go."

"Are you a Buddhist?"

"Hey, Sig, don't tell people about me."

"I want to say it! I just like to chat with the uncle, why!"

"Uh... do as you please..."

"Look, he's starting to be autistic again. He's just a boy who doesn't grow up. He hates the trivial matters of his parents. He talks endlessly about football and movies. Don't look at him like this. He's quite stinky. I like it. Wear a vintage trench coat."

"Hey! I tricked you! What do I look like!"

"Looks like a movie star, okay."

"The audience will vomit."

"A strange couple... chatting with you, I feel better." The old jailer scanned his eyes at the machine,

"Beep!" There was an electronic sound, green lights lit up around, and the AI ​​voice began to recite the lengthy employee safety rules,

The huge hinges raised the safety door, and the old guard led the two into the prison's core holding area, with a large letter "D" etched on the wall.

"The person you are going to meet is in area D. D stands for Danger, and it is intended to remind us to always pay attention to prevent riots and escape."

"Where are we going now, the visiting room?"

"There is no visiting room in the D area. The prisoners here are either indefinite or death row. 15 years is considered the lightest. Unlike other areas, family visits are prohibited. It will not work if the mother comes. These demons will not have family members to miss them. Some of them even destroyed their entire family."

"Go directly to the cell to visit?"

"Right, temporary arrangement, make do with it."

Coming to cell 2 on the second floor of area D, the old jailer pointed to the information card on the door and said:
"This is the person you are asking to meet by name. To be precise, it is not a person, but
Animal,

Selinger Temurlawski, nicknamed 'The Paranoid Killer', mercenary, bounty hunter, cyberpsychopath, terrorist...

The execution of the death sentence was suspended for ten years in order to study the adverse effects of excessive prosthetic transformation on the brain...

Cao!This kid's life is really colorful, he is one of the big stars in our prison, it is said that there is a movie based on him...what the hell is it called..."

A cold and hoarse voice came from cell 204: "That movie is called "Counter-Strike: All-Out Assault"

A popcorn shootout action movie, with an IMDB score of 4.9, it's a bad movie,

The director, Sprasen, is a big idiot with a background in commercials!The actor who played me is good at acting, at least the action of changing the magazine is very original, but I give zero points for the screenwriter,
Damn, I wasn't caught by a stupid civil servant. I was defeated and captured by the Cuban "Red Power" guerrillas, and then thrown at the gate of the court. "

The sound of the toilet flushing came from the cell, and footsteps approached the door. A middle-aged man with a beard appeared on the glass window, and a pair of cold brown eyes stared at the three people outside:

"Isn't this old John who likes to pick his nose? Who are these two idiots beside you? The new jailer?"

"Speak politely, he came in through the relationship of the marshal." The jailer said, "You'd better cooperate, otherwise you will have nothing to eat."

"Boom!" The prisoner slammed the door heavily: "I don't care what marshal he is! When Christ Jesus comes, he has to kneel down and suck my dick!"

"Ha, obviously, you can't expect a death row prisoner to be of quality. You guys sit here and talk slowly. I have other things to do."

After all, the old jailer took two folding chairs from the guard behind him, placed them in front of the door, and went downstairs together.

"Woman!" The prisoner's eyes were pressed against the glass, and his madness and morbidity were undoubtedly revealed: "Come closer! Get closer to me! You are so cocky! Show me the word Nai!"

"What a boar!" Sigurdlifa showed a disgusted expression, turned his head and walked a few steps: "Go and ask, I'll wait."

Lynch sat down on the folding chair, his weight making a dangerous creaking sound, but fortunately he didn't collapse.

"Who wants to see your stinky face! Get the hell out of me, I want to see women!"

Lynch didn't respond to the other party's unreasonable troubles, but said lightly: "You just said that you were captured by the Cuban Red Force guerrillas, so the name Qi Guwale must be familiar to you."

Hearing this name, the prisoner's frantic face suddenly froze, revealing a hint of imperceptible fear:

"Qi Guwale...he...made you come here to find me?"

"You guessed it right."

The prisoner beat heavily on the door of the cell. The thick alloy door remained motionless. Breathing mist appeared on the double-thick bulletproof glass. The prisoner wiped off the mist with his hand, staring at Lynch and cursing.

"This bunch of tortoise bastard Cubans... I'm already in prison, and I won't let me live in peace..."

"Salinger Temurlawski." Lynch took out a note and read.

"What are you doing by Lao Tzu's name? If you have a fart, let it go, you stinky freak!"

(End of this chapter)