Ninth Special District

In District 7, Jiujiang Prison 108, Shen Fei shaved his head and wore an orange uniform. Sitting cross-legged on the edge of the wall closest to the urinal, he was on a night shift.

He is a severely sentenced prisoner and must wear 60 catties of shackles in prison. This play should sound nothing at first. It is nothing more than a little sinking and inconvenient movement. But in fact, this thing is very torturous. The chains between the shackles are very short. When you get up, you need to bend over and pull, because There are rules in most prisons, no matter what the crime you came in. The shackles can't make noise when they fall to the ground while walking, which affects other people's rest. Therefore, it is tiring to bend over and carry this thing.

In addition, when the shackles were smashed, the prison guards were afraid that the prisoners would slowly move the keyhole during the action, so the handcuffs were also tightened very tightly, which resulted in almost every prisoner who had been shackled, a pair of Ankles will be worn, swollen, and even bleeding and inflammation. Some prisons are more humane, and they will wrap the prisoner's handcuffs with a few loops of cloth and pad a little, but there is no use for eggs. The grinding is still grinding.

So, you see in many documentaries before the Era, death row prisoners walked with their legs split, and every step was strenuous. The first is because of his pain, and the second is that these people are usually in the detention center and can stay still, and some sit for a day. If things go on like this, their legs will be weak.

Since Shen Fei entered the jail, he has been tossed so hard. The treatment that other death row prisoners did not enjoy has been passed on him. This was not what Qin Yu greeted specially, because the latter did not regard him as a character, but some officers from the Chen family spontaneously greeted the prison and wanted to die to clean him up.

The lights in the prison are not turned off all year round, and there are special prisoners on night shifts at night to prevent people from disturbing the prison or even committing suicide.

Shen Fei carried it until two o'clock in the morning, which was really a bit too much. He glanced at the wall clock on the wall, carefully held the shackles, and moved his body forward while sitting.

"Brother, brother!" Shen Fei yelled a few times while pulling a young man sleeping inside.

The young man opened his eyes in a daze, "What are you doing?"

"Brother, it's time to change shift." Shen Fei said politely.

"For Nima B, letting you be on duty is to take care of you, okay?" The young man scolded anxiously, "I will give you two hours to sleep at noon tomorrow. You can continue to be on duty."

Shen Fei gritted his teeth and continued patiently: "Brother, I have been on the night shift since I was transferred to this prison. I really can't handle it, I'm too sleepy."

"If you can't hold it, you will die." The young man scolded fiercely: "Don't call me anymore, or you will be cleaned up."

After speaking, the young man turned over and rushed into the wall, ready to continue sleeping.

Shen Fei endured for a while, then reached out and pushed him again: "Brother, I really can't hold it..."

The youth suddenly turned around and lay on the bed, gritted his teeth and kicked Shen Fei's cheek.

"Boom!"

With one foot down, Shen Fei fell on his back. He was kicked on his mouth, his teeth broke his lips, and he was bleeding.

"You call me again, you will be on night shift next month, do you understand?" The young man pointed at him and cursed.

"I'm going to Nima!"

The clay figurine still has three points of anger, not to mention that Shen Fei is also a well-known figure in the younger generation when he is outside. When has he been so angry? With his head hot, Shen Fei pounced on the young man, smashed with his fist.

"Fuck, do you dare to fight back?!" The young man got up and tore at Shen Fei.

"Wow!"

The shackles made a rubbing sound, and the two crackled on the plank.

A few seconds later, the other prisoners were awakened by the sound, and they all sat up.

"Beat him!" The youth shouted while pressing Shen Fei.

With a roar, more than 20 prisoners rushed over and kicked Shen Fei around, hitting him from the plank to the prison door.

At this moment, Shen Fei had the desire to kill people, but his physical fitness was mediocre, and his feet were still held by shackles, so there was no room to fight back.

The prisoners kicked around Shen Fei for two or three minutes before they dispersed.

"Fuck, this is not outside. You came in. I can play with you any way I want." A middle-aged bald-headed man, sitting on the plank, cursed: "Also, I'm telling you that the officials have something to say, let us Take care of you. Lao Tzu is ordered to do things, that is, to mutilate you and kill you. No one cares, understand?"

Shen Fei fell to the ground, panting, without saying a word.

"Dang!"

The prison door opened and a police officer in his fifties walked in.

The prisoners immediately silenced, and the middle-aged bald-headed leader stood up, nodded and said, "Wang Guan, are you in class today?"

"All sleep honestly!" The police officer in his fifties greeted him blankly.

Upon hearing this, the prisoners immediately returned to their positions and lay down.

The old police officer kicked Shen Fei in the arm, lowered his head and asked, "Can you die?"

Shen Fei looked at him without replying.

"You are stupid, beat you twice, you just shut up and you are done, what do you have to do?" The old police officer cursed and said, "Take your dog on the chain and come out with me."

Shen Fei was taken aback, and immediately followed suit.

...

five minutes later.

In the police room, the old police officer threw a bottle of disinfectant to Shen Fei and some medical cottons that looked dirty: "Wipe it yourself."

Shen Fei looked at each other with some doubts.

"Fuck, what are you looking at, let me wipe it for you?" The old police officer picked up the big tea mug and cursed.

After hearing the sound, Shen Fei sat down, bowed his head and rolled up his sleeves, and wiped the wound with disinfectant.

The old police officer watched the variety show on the webcast and asked smoothly: "I heard that you are the nephew of Shen Wanzhou in District 9?"

Shen Fei was startled for a moment, then lowered his head and replied: "Yes."

"Then what's wrong with you?" The old police officer curled his lips and said, "What is the name of Yong before, hasn't he been detained by the Sichuan government? Why did they go back in a few days? You are the nephew of the commander of the war zone , Why is it not as good as him?"

When Shen Fei heard this, he stopped the movement inexplicably without saying a word.

"What about your dad, let your dad find Shen Wanzhou! Hurry up and get you back, or you'll be here, you have to let the gang of animals kill you." The old police officer just said that he was a little pitiful, so he said casually A few sentences.

After Shen Fei was silent for a long time, he suddenly raised his head and smiled and said, "Hehe, my dad wants to live... Am I still using Jiujiang for these things?"

When the old police officer heard this, he looked back at him.

The two looked at each other for a long while, and Shen Fei lowered his head again and said, "Thank you."

"...Take the medicine back and wipe it, I gave it, they dare not confiscated it." The old police officer said lightly, "Don't make any other fuss, or you will be cleaned up."

Shen Fei looked at the medicine bottle, his eyes flushed.

...

After the next day.

Qin Yu and Gu Yan were sitting in the helicopter. While they were talking, they suddenly heard the news broadcast on the radio.

"Today, the General Political Department of the Ninth Special Administrative Region Army held a regular meeting at which it was announced that General Shen Wanzhou will serve as the Minister of Regional Security in the next four years..."

Insert an app: Perfectly re-engrave the old version of the book-chasing artifact, an interchangeable app-Mimi Reading.

Gu Yan frowned when he heard the report: "Sorry, the commander of the war zone and the Minister of State F is now. The old He from these nine districts really value him!"