Sha Qing

Walking on Ep59 steel wire

Sha Qing went to cell 1317 with his personal belongings distributed uniformly by the prison. Unlike MCC, the cell door here is an iron fence with no privacy at all. The only advantage is that it is arranged in a single cell, and there is no need to grab the bunk.

In the cell across the narrow aisle, two white prisoners whistled across the fence, one of the goatees even fell off his pants and masturbated, while swearing at him.

Sha Qing ignored and looked at his new home.

The space inside the cell was staggering. On the right was a single bed lined with sky blue sheets. The stainless steel washstand, toilet, and long table top fixed on the wall occupied most of the remaining space. The mirror is embedded in the wall, even if broken, it is difficult to remove the debris.

Unknown stains can be seen everywhere on the wall, like mottled pus on the body's skin. Sha Qingmin looked closely at one of the most noticeable dark brown stains, and determined that it was a group of blood stains that were not obsolete. Perhaps it was still fresh blood a few days ago. According to this idea, the grayish yellow stain next to it is likely to be someone's brain.

He looked away and started rummaging around in the cell. Almost every prisoner will have a small private collection, and sometimes he goes too fast and forgets to take it with him. Of course, they will not need them any more, whether they are released from prison or dead. He hopes to find something that seems inconspicuous but will be useful at critical moments.

Two color / love magazines, a few stamps, a poor-quality lighter, and even a small packet of wet cigarettes. But these were useless, and he found another pen without a cap and slipped it into his socks.

In the gap between the foot of the bed and the wall, he pulled out some debris from human limbs-a small end of a finger, and a small flesh-colored scalp with a bunch of curly hair. Due to the low temperatures in winter, they have not had time to completely decay.

If these are the relics of the previous tenant, apparently he has taken a quite painful journey on the shuttle to Hell, and the prison guards responsible for cleaning up the scene are really perfunctory, thinking about it, turning the debris without changing his face Throw it into the toilet and wash it away.

Then he shook the quilt off the bed and got into it.

The goat yelled even more, and the sperm / liquid sprayed onto the floor of the aisle. Immediately, the guard came over and scolded him, dragging him out and forcing the floor to be cleaned—with his own tongue.

The prisoners who saw this scene screamed and laughed as if the group was enjoying a comedy show.

Life in prison is boring, and people have to find ways to make fun of themselves.

When the wind blew in the afternoon, the guard saw Simon's two men slip into cell 1317.

He knew the bad habits of the black fat man: he liked to torture new people. It's not just as simple as beatings and rapes.Malvo enjoys the entire process of the newcomers from tension, anger, resistance to fear, collapse, begging, and acceptance of humiliation and numbness, and finally throws them into a puppet like a playboy. In the trash.

Generally speaking, the prison guards who have benefited will open their eyes and close their eyes, as long as he does not play too high-profile. But this time Simon hesitated, thinking whether to step forward to make a siege to the newcomer. This is the first day, these impatient bastards! The young prison guard thought glumly.

At this time, his colleague Joe's voice stopped him from coming forward.

"Come help, Simon." Joe said.

"what's up?"

"A scum of unknown life and death, we have to clean him up." Joe told Simon that a prisoner attacked the new female nurse in a gap. Although he did not succeed, he scared her enough. The prison guard next to him immediately He rushed forward to stop and was thrown in a faeces.

"The nurse ran away crying, unfortunately, there was a young girl here ..." Joe said sadly and angrily, "Eric proposed a 'bag'."

"Bag" refers to a prisoner putting a bag with two holes in it to cover his head and face, encircling a prisoner and beating him so that even if the prisoner is killed half, they cannot contact the lawyer to identify and accuse the perpetrator. .

Simon was so absent-minded that he was pulled away by his colleagues.

So, what he didn't see or expect was happening immediately-the two gangsters with rounded waists and mixed streets all year round were swollen with blood on their noses and swollen with blood, and were taken out of cell 1317.

One of them made two laps on the floor and hit a pair of long legs wearing high-end sneakers. The opponent politely stepped on his phalanx. He grunted, and stabbed the iron in the other hand towards the other side. And the next moment, the rusty iron was out of his control, and in turn nailed his forearm to the floor, as if a pinhole had penetrated a worm specimen.

He screamed screamingly. When you look up to see the other person's face, the screaming becomes a terrible cry: "Forgive me, 'Godfather' ..."

"Not everyone is qualified to call me that, boy." The man with blue eyes and blue eyes said coldly, with a tough and careless elegance belonging to those in power, "tell Malvo that he must give me an account . "

Another of Malvo's men crawled away, leaving the unfortunate mourn between the floor and the iron. The enthusiastic prisoners did not make a sound, and even the patrol guards walked away from a distance, it seems that they have no idea what happened here.

The brown-haired man's gaze stretched along the blood on the floor into cell 1317, revealing a look of interest, and stepped in. He walked upright and solemn, like a well-educated high-schooler from an early age, wearing a suit of red and orange prison clothes and sneakers.

Sure enough, he recognized him at the first sight: Timothy Berardi. His appearance is similar to that of Alessio, especially the gray-blue pupils on the cloudy sea surface, as if they were tuned out of the same grid of the paint tray. If it weren't for the oppressive atmosphere of the older, mature and superior, they would have been twins.

Timothy stood before killing the youth, and looked from head to toe, as if tasting the quality of the newcomer. A few seconds later he smiled proudly and politely: "It's a good skill, but you want to live your own life here, it's not enough to rely on your skills, you will know soon."

Killing the young cubs that were only invaded by the predators, they put on a posture of deep alert and ready to fight back. In Timothy's eyes, it is the difficulty of "somewhat tricky, but it can be done with a little effort"-it will not be strong enough to make him feel threatening, nor will it be weak enough to lose interest. Kind of difficulty.

"Look, I don't want to offend anyone, I just want to be quiet."

He heard the rookie say sternly and cautiously, and smiled deeply: "It's not easy, especially for you ... the first thing you have to learn here is to stand in the team, and don't stand in the wrong team." Said Afterwards, he turned and walked out of the cell.

Malwo's men were still lying on the ground groaning / groaning, and the **** clothes wet the prison clothes. Timothy frowned slightly, as if looking at an ugly decoration on the floor, and said lightly, "I will spare your life. When you come to trouble him next time, don't pinch my trouser legs."

The eyes of the inmates looking at cell 1317 suddenly changed subtly: they thought that the "godfather" was to show the protection of this kid. Now it seems that it is only because of the bad luck on the floor No eyes. In other words, this newcomer is isolated and powerless, and even more terribly, he has a coveted look-it is a Christmas dinner that comes early.

If Malvern was afraid to act rashly because of his fear of the "Godfather" warning, maybe it would make me stand out ... Many people think eagerly.

At dinner, this undercurrent of anxiety accumulated to the limit. As Sha Qing approached the dining area with a plate of beef-free stewed potatoes and smoked fish sandwiches, a prisoner suddenly stumbled as he passed by.

He took a nap and was immediately pulled by several arms.

"Let go!" He yelled, struggling hard, like a hiker entangled in countless vines.

"Why, I just gave you a hand, shouldn't you say thank you!" A prisoner with short golden brown hair and tall skinny came along proudly and spit into his dinner plate, "It seems you treat us to us The welcome banquet here is not very satisfactory. How about adding some protein to you? "

"Come on, basil, what protein is in your saliva, obviously HIV, why don't you wear a suit on your tongue?" Another prisoner complained pretending.

"Fuck!" Basil laughed and cursed, "I don't know what the Chinese guys care about, implicitly, implicitly, who, like you, can hear the sound of the bed / bed even next door."

Killing the elbow behind the prisoner's ribs, he took the opportunity to break free and pulled, then turned and left.

"Where do you want to go? You haven't finished your dinner yet." Basil grabbed his arm, and rubbed his other hand on his hip. "Sit down, my sister-in-law."

Sha Qing lowered his eyelids quietly. If anyone could see the dark eyes under his slender eyelashes, he would find that the quiet gaze inside suddenly became cold and sharp like a blade.

He held up the dinner plate, his docile look excited all the prisoners present, and then smashed the stainless steel plate with the junk food inside on Basil's face!

Basil screamed involuntarily, bending down involuntarily, covering his face with his hands, blood pouring out of his fingers mixed with mashed potatoes. He coughed painfully and spit out a **** tooth.

After the prisoners were startled, they became restless, and several hungry tigers rushed to kill them. He quickly turned his side away, hitting the nose of a certain attacker with a punch, and blood splattered instantly.

A sharp whistle passed.

Simon and two other prison guards rushed at the same time: "Stop right now, or you will be locked up!"

This trick is very useful for prisoners. No one wants to stay in a small black room with a bed and a toilet for only three square meters for ten days and a half months. There is no wind, no pastime, no one speaks, and loneliness and claustrophobicness. People go crazy.

The prisoners released their hands before the baton fell down and slumped back into the crowd.

Simon looked at the leader of the small group, his bones of his nose were skewed, his face was bloody, and his teeth grinned.

"The son of a bitch, he broke my nose and a tooth!" Basil murmured vaguely.

"You should be lucky not to be a second child." Simon sneered. "This can teach you a lesson, knowing that not all men can be strong."

The captain of the prison guard, Alec, looked at the money and led Basil to the infirmary. At the same time, he instructed Simon: "This new kid is also a stabber, and he needs to wear a wild temper."

Simon hesitated, saying, "Elvis, as a punishment for beating people, after dinner you have to drag all the aisles on this floor clean, and go to Wilson to pick up the tools."

Alec rolled his eyes as he walked: the punishment was simply outrageous. But for the sake of helping Ximen to "sack a bag" today, he also acquiesced.

Sha Qing took a quiet look at Simon, and his tone was very polite, even with a little gratitude: "Yes, sir."

The back of his departure looks slender and erect under the lights, and his walking posture is elegant and coordinated, but he exudes ascetic coldness.

"Look at the **** 800-something, it makes people want to **** him!" A prisoner whispered.

Someone immediately agreed: "Why not?"

"Why not, this guy owes it."

"At least Basil doesn't want to take the lead today, he was really powerful at that moment." Someone laughed under his throat.

The lamps in the aisle emitted a pale light, reflected on the gray floor and the iron fence with peeling paint, cold and miserable.

Cleaners and buckets were crooked at their feet, and Sha Qing was crushed to the floor by several **** men. One prisoner clipped his hands behind his back, the other pressed his neck, and two clasped his legs to make them more apart, and resolutely stopped any resistance that might pose a threat Action, smooth off the pants to the knee. They are already proficient in this set of dramas.

"This guy is really good! Look at this ass! And the waist line!" A prisoner panted in excitement. "Hell, **** tight!"

The other kicked on the lower abdomen, "Relax, sir / zi!"

The killer coughed fiercely, and his clean spine waved helplessly like a boat in a wave of wind and waves, which aroused the desire / fire of the perpetrators.

"Are you an idiot, Kinig, you have made him even tighter! Fuck, just go in and be sure to peel off."

The hand holding the back of the neck was slightly relaxed because of walking, and the killer suddenly broke away from the clamp, quickly grabbed the cleaner next to him, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured it on the man's face behind him.

"My eyes—" The man wailed, covering her eyes.

"It's a Hummer! Guys, give him a great look!"

Several people rushed up, and one of the prisoners held a broomstick and drew a bit. "How about this?"

"good idea!"

Sha Qing made a cry like a beast of a net, struggling frantically, and a metal pendant slid out of the collar of the prisoner's shirt.

"Wait!" The man's voice suddenly heard from the dark part of the aisle, with a thick nasal sound like a resonance, and was highly recognizable.

The dark body of the wolf stick tower emerged from the darkness, the rough and rigid features were exposed to the light, and the bald head and neck were covered with tattoos. Just now he had been observing and admiring the violence in the dark. If it were not for the accidental pendant, he planned to wait for his men to torture the minions of their prey almost before going out.

The guy holding the broom was eager to stop because of his blood thirst, and was picked up by his boss and thrown directly on the wall. The wolf crouched down and pinched the metal pendant on Sha Qing's neck with thick fingers. After careful examination, Shen Sheng asked, "Where did this thing come from?"

Sha Qing glared at him, his eyes stubborn and fierce, "Go to your mother!" He said.

The wolf laughed: "Be stubborn in front of me, you can't afford the consequences, small things." He approached half a step, rubbing the high-rise trousers / crotch on the other's face, and he could still see through the thick fabric. The size of the organ is astonishing, "I promise, you don't want to be tasted strong by the gun."

The newcomer paled as he expected, the corners of his mouth were still stubborn, but his eyelashes trembled slightly to reveal his inner fear. The wand rubbed his face with his thumb with satisfaction: "To be honest, I'll consider letting you go."

"... Heirloom." The other party finally compromised and replied in a low voice.

"Lying, your last name is Li!" Wolf Club threatened to punch his face with a "gun barrel".

"That's my mother's last name. She left my father when I was less than two years old. His last name is Seville." The newcomer gritted his teeth, "It is said that this is a memorial he left for me. Things. "

"Sevilla ..." The wolf narrowed his eyes. "Is it Sean Seville? I remember he had only one son, and looked like him."

Sha Qing immediately answered: "That is my half-brother, his name is Shane."

"Unexpectedly, Sean gave this thing to his illegitimate child." The wolf stick thought for a moment, and when he got up, he pulled up the killer, and watched him quickly put on his prison pants. "Your father is a blood gang, you Also. In this prison, I can cover you, but you'd better stand still. If I find that I am half-hearted, I will make you die better. Can you hear me? "

Kill the youth, don't look away, half resist, half dare.

The wolf sticked close to him and pushed him against the wall.

"I see!" He said reluctantly.

"Good boy." The wolf stick smelled the scent on him, couldn't help but stick out his tongue, and licked his face with great color / love, "I don't usually start with members of this gang, you have to stand still, Don't make me 'fire'. "

"Okay," he turned to his opponents and said, "This is your new brother. If you don't respect him, I will teach you."

Several of the prisoners present expressed that the boss's decision was wise and incomparable, and he absolutely executed it seriously. He warmly invited the newly-released brothers to enjoy the private cigarette and big / hemp together.

"But I still have to mop the floor," said Sha Qing innocently.

"——Let us come!" Ginig, who had just struck him, picked up the mop immediately, and the other three hurriedly picked up the overturned bucket and detergent.

The wolf sticked up and rubbed down on Qing Qing's waist, and gave him a piece of advice through sexual harassment: "Be careful of the dead fat man named Marvo. His abnormality is as high as the fat content on his body. Don't forget to help but our enemy."

"What about the" Godfather "?" Sha Qing asked. "He lives next to me."

"He is relatively low-key, but has huge power and fierce means, especially hates the betrayer. The cell you lived in before was Page, he was Timothy's confidant, and Timothy later found him on the company account Fake, just ... believe me, you won't want to know the details. "

I have washed the remnants of the details into the toilet, and said quietly.

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