I cut reality into a movie

They are just security guards hired by the San Francisco government to maintain law and order, not the patron saints of the people of San Francisco.

Entering the lobby of the police station, all the emergency police officers looked lazy. They either gathered together to chat, or simply dozed off against the corner. Anyway, no one cared about what happened to the rioting Bay Prison No. 2.

Not to mention that Bay No. 2 Prison is still a private prison, and it has nothing to do with the San Francisco Police Department, which is under the San Francisco government.

After seven or eight minutes of quarreling in the hall, Tifa's Secret Service A team found out that their commander Thompson was not here.

"How long has it been since Thompson hasn't shown up?"

Louise looked left and right, trying to find this annoying boss, but when she looked around, she found that no one really came: "Where did Thompson go to hold a party? The screams of the girls there must be deafening." , people can't hear the phone ringtone."

Louise insinuated that Thompson went to a strip club to indulge, but Tifa listened and added secretly: No, the place where he is is very quiet, it's just that his auditory nerves can no longer receive auditory signals.

In the end, after nearly half an hour of intense preparations for the North Division of the San Francisco Police Department, the team to support Bay 2 Prison finally set off.

However, even with such a struggle, their branch office is not the latest to be in place. Among the five San Francisco branch offices, their assembly speed ranks third, which can be regarded as a mid-range level.

It's just that gathering belongs to gathering, and tackling tough problems belongs to tackling tough ones.

In the face of a single-handed lunatic school shooter who took hundreds of elementary school students hostage, the American police had to wait for more than 100 people to arrive, wait for heavy equipment to be in place, and wait for their own lives to be safe before they could start attacking.

What's more, in places like prisons, prison guards and prisoners are not considered politically correct groups, and they are not qualified to be on the news if something happens, the San Francisco police must be prepared to be sure before they can slowly push in.

According to the law of energy conservation: if someone smokes leisurely, someone must smoke in a hurry.

Warden Henry is the one smoking.

Thinking back a minute ago, he was still on the soft Simmons bed, lingering on the wonderful aftertaste of $1 a night.

Then, after his indulgence was over, he picked up the silent cell phone and saw dozens of missed calls and hundreds of unanswered messages bombarded on it, he was dumbfounded.

Especially after a brief look at the few words [prison riot occurred] in the unanswered message, Henry's scalp can be so tight that it bleeds in an instant.

Beep~~~beep~~~~beep~~~~~.

Hurry up and call back his secretary Orleans, and the moment he connected the phone, Henry immediately asked, "Orleans, you sent me a message saying that there was a riot in the prison? What's going on? How big is it? Who did it!? "

"Oh! God! Warden, you finally called me back!"

Hearing Henry's voice, Orleans, a 1.9-meter-tall, muscular man, started to cry: "Warden, come back quickly, the prison is in chaos, everything is a mess!"

"I know something happened in the prison! So I'm not fucking asking you, what the fuck happened in the prison?"

The tone was anxious and angry, and he was full of swear words. It can be seen that the current warden Henry is really anxious. He roared into the phone microphone: "Answer me! You said there was a prison riot! How many people are messing around!? If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will kill you when I go back!"

"It's everyone!" Orleans' voice was full of fear: "Warden, it was all the prisoners who rioted together!"

"All the prisoners together?" Henry felt that he had heard it wrong for the first time: "You said that all the prisoners rioted together? How is it possible? Are they collectively crazy?"

"Not crazy! They heard your recordings of you talking to the Board of Directors about how to test drugs with prisoners!"

"Recording? Impossible. When I communicated with the board of directors, I never left any recordings! I kept those things, am I crazy?"

Henry started to explain subconsciously, but soon he realized that his explanation was meaningless, no one would care at all, Orleans didn't care, the board of directors didn't care, and the media that flocked in the future didn't care even more, unless he could make these people not know this matter.

"Orleans, try to maintain order, and I will deal with it when I get back!" He took a deep breath, and Henry began to search left and right to find pants to wear.

"Prisoner, come here quickly. If you don't come, the police outside won't work at all."

"The police outside? You called the police?"

Henry's hand looking for his pants stopped suddenly, a bone-piercing chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Warden, I must call the police! The prisoners in the entire prison are rioting. If I don't call the police, I can't control these prisoners at all! Warden? Warden! Warden, what are you talking about?"

bang.

The mobile phone in Henry's palm fell to the expensive Persian rug under the bed, making a dull sound.

Turning a deaf ear to Orleans' yelling on the receiver, Henry knew he was doomed after learning that the San Francisco police had arrived at the prison and that the secret of the prison's illegal drug experiments with prisoners was about to be exposed.

Just like the previous warden of Gulf No. 2 Prison, he was certain to die, and the prison's board of directors would never let him go.

Holding the edge of the bed and propping up his precarious body, Henry leaned over to open the bedside table and took out the Magnum revolver hidden in the hidden compartment of the second drawer.

This is a hunting revolver that fires a .44 Magnum cartridge, a powerful cartridge designed for hunting large game.

Henry bought this gun almost ten years ago, but in these ten years, he has never fired a bullet with this gun, because he never hunts, he just enjoys this kind of power, which can control the life and death of his prey want.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that in the end, I would be that prey."

"But it's not too bad, at least I still have the right to hunt myself!"

Smiling miserably, Henry struggled to get up from the bed. He staggered towards the French window of the bedroom, opened the curtains, looked at the night scene of San Francisco downstairs, and slowly opened his palm:

"I used to think that I could become a powerful man in San Francisco, control wealth, control power, control everything, and the result..."

While shaking his head and leaning his back against the French window, Henry held the heavy revolver with both hands, aimed at the center of his forehead, and slammed the trigger.

boom!

It was not so much a gunshot as a bombardment.

The huge shooting sound of the Magnum revolver directly alarmed the 1000 dollars in the bathroom. This expensive young lady ran out of the bathroom naked, only to see an empty bedroom and a broken door. floor-to-ceiling windows.

The .44 Magnum bullet not only shattered Henry's skull, but also shattered the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, causing him to fall from his 33-story flat mansion with his body and gun, and fell to pieces on the concrete. on the road.

He returned to the ground, back to the beginning of his life.

Looking up from here, his large flat mansion on the 33rd floor is far above the ground, even so high that the naked eye can't see it clearly.

But on top of his 33-story mansion, there are more, higher, and more out-of-reach mansions, which he longs for and cannot touch in his life.

the other side.

The San Francisco police in front of Bay No. 2 Prison, after a long period of military preparations, finally waited for all the support and began to formally launch a fortified battle against the prison.

Holding full-body explosion-proof shields, police officers in heavy body armor open the way in front, with fire teams holding AR15 assault rifles on both wings, and line-filling troops at the rear. All must be firmly occupied.

The San Francisco police slowly entered Bay No. 2 Prison with utmost caution. However, what awaited them were only a team of prison guards with bewildered faces and prison inmates who were trying to open the door.

Yes, the prisoners haven't made it out of the cell block yet.

After all, when Romon left, he only planned to go out by himself, and didn't intend to let this group of scumbags out as well. The only function of this group of scumbags was to purely create chaos.

Or they are capable of self-improvement, and with their flesh and blood hands, they can knock open the fine iron gate of the prison.

However, judging from the results, they did not have this ability.

With the entry of the San Francisco police, hundreds of flash bombs were thrown into the cell area without any money. This seemingly large-scale prison riot, which was actually a trivial matter, was immediately suppressed.

As the riot was suppressed, San Francisco police entered the cell area to further restore order.

Only then did they notice the corpse on the cross in Area A, whose chest and belly had been thrown away, as if offering sacrifices to Satan.

"Are you still doing live festivals?"

Seeing the dead body on the cross, a police officer immediately lost his temper. He grabbed a prisoner and slapped him a series of times.

"Officer! We didn't do this! You hit the wrong guy!"

The beaten prisoner was full of grievances, pointing at the corpse and crying, "It's Johnny Silverhand! That bastard did it!"

"Johnny Silverhand? Where's the bastard?"

Even in prison, the murder cases that are discovered must be investigated by the San Francisco Police Department.

"He ran! The bastard ran from the emergency fire escape!"

When Luo Meng escaped from the fire escape, many prisoners saw him, but because the old man had just had a kidney removal operation, everyone was afraid of his threat and did not dare to follow.

As a result, this bastard, Luo Meng, just ran by himself, not caring about the others. By the time these prisoners rushed to the front of the fire escape, the electric control door here had already been closed.

"You mean this Johnny Silverhand broke out?"

The San Francisco police immediately reported the situation to their superiors, who then reported to their superiors. In the end, Deputy Sergeant Secourt, who was in charge of leading the team, contacted Secretary Orleans, told the truth about Romon's escape from prison, and asked for Romon's passport immediately. Prison data for arrest.

As a result, Orleans faltered and told him:

"Officer Secourt, I lost it, all the information about Johnny Silverhand was lost."

"Whether it was an electronic record or a physical record, it was lost."

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"The file on Johnny Silverhand is lost?"

"Or the electronic files, and the physical files are lost at the same time?"

"Is there a ghost in your prison?"

Hearing what Orleans said, Secourt's first instinct was that there was an insider in the prison.

"Sergeant Secott, I don't think it's an insider."

Orleans recalled the whole process of Romon repairing the computer for the warden. He licked his dry lips and tried to speculate: "I think it's more likely a hacker attack."

"Hacker attack? But isn't your prison an internal network? How did the hacker get in? What's more, even if there was a hacker attack, how did Johnny Silverhand's physical file be lost? Could it be that he took it away by himself during his escape? "

"He is an escaped prisoner who is escaping from prison. He walked into your file room calmly and accurately found his own file from thousands of files. Are you making a movie? Or are you saying that all the people in your prison are blind? ? Can’t you see the big escaped prisoner walking around in the prison?”

Secourt scoffed at what Secretary Orleans said, and waved impatiently: "Where is your warden, Henry Pope? Why hasn't he arrived yet? Why hasn't he come after such a big disturbance in the prison? Call him quickly, me and him It is only a waste of time to communicate with you."

As a secretary, observing words and deeds is the basic quality of Orleans.

Although we only chatted for a few words, Orleans has already seen that the deputy director of Secourt and the warden Henry have the same virtues, they are the kind who take their positions very seriously, flatter their superiors, and be cold to their subordinates Right bureaucrats.

Faced with this kind of person, the best way is to shake him and find someone who is equal to him to negotiate.

But the problem facing Orleans now is that his boss, Warden Henry, is missing.

Since the call was hung up last time, Orleans could no longer contact Henry. He didn't answer his calls, he didn't reply to his text messages, and he didn't know what happened to that man.

It can't be running away.

Orleans slandered his boss, and smiled helplessly at Secourt, "Sheriff Secourt, our warden, I have been calling, but the other party just didn't answer the phone, and I don't know what happened. It's over."

"No way, this Johnny Silverhand was released by your warden. Now he is absconding in fear of crime?"

Secott snorted coldly, and at this moment, a police officer under him walked up to him and reported at attention: "Report sir, there is a situation!"

"Say."

"Sir, the prisoners in Bay 2 Prison collectively called the police, saying that they would report to Bay 2 Prison that they would be used for drug experiments without their knowledge."

"What? Drug experiment? Is there any evidence? How dare you talk nonsense like that."

"Sir, according to the statements of the prisoners, they started the rebellion after hearing Henry Pope's recording of their drug experiments."

"Recording? Where is the recording?"

"Group G, play the recording!" The policeman communicated with the walkie-talkie on his chest for a while, and the voice of "Henry communicated with the board of directors" sounded again from the prison speaker.

Listening to the recording, Secourt's eyes gradually became sharper, and he looked at Orleans beside him: "Explain, Secretary Orleans, what's going on with this drug experiment?"

"Uh……"

Faced with this question, Orleans fell silent.

At this point he has two options:

One is to defend Henry, clarifying his suspicion that Romon is a hacker, and then claiming that the recording was forged by Romon.

But the consequence of this is that if the San Francisco police find out and confirm the illegal drug experiment in Bay 2 Prison through other channels, then Orleans will be taken as an accomplice and brought to justice.

There is another option, which is to push all the problems on Henry and clean himself up.

Although this will offend Henry, judging from the current situation, Henry basically has no good end, and may even be finished.

So after a moment of silence, Orleans asked three questions: "What drug experiment? I don't know about it at all. Since the recording is the voice of the warden, then you can ask him."

"Hehe, I don't know. Okay, anyway, every prisoner who comes to me, they don't know what to ask, but they will open their mouths quickly and obediently in front of the evidence."

Deputy Director Secourt didn't talk nonsense, and directly ordered: "Secret Bay No. 2 Prison, and prohibit anyone from entering or leaving. Also, Henry Pope is wanted in the city, and this person must be brought to justice!"

As soon as Secott's order was issued, the little police officer next to him reminded him in a low voice: "Sir, the bureau just called and said that there was a male corpse who fell from the downstairs of the Brilliant Building, suspected to be Henry Pope."

What?Henry Pope dead? FUCK!

Hearing that Warden Henry was dead, Deputy Director Secott's face immediately became gloomy. He glared at the little policeman and shouted angrily, "Inform me of this kind of critical information as soon as possible! Do you understand?"

"Understood! I understand! Sir!"

The little police officer who was trained was silent, which made Secourt feel a little better, but it didn't solve the problems he faced——

The death of Henry Pope is equivalent to saying that the person responsible for Bay 2 Prison is gone.