I cut reality into a movie

"Report to the warden, no." Romon shook his head and said nonsense, "These Trojan horse viruses are mostly made by some computer department students, and their main purpose is to play tricks."

"Hmph, no wonder the crime rate is getting higher and higher now. It's all you idle and boring young people who are messing around."

Old Henry complained unhappily, but he was not stingy with his small favors, and told Orleans: "Okay, Orleans, take Johnny back, and tell Victor to take care of him."

"As ordered, sir."

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Romon returned to the regular cell in Block C.

Seeing his return, the other prisoners in Area C were dumbfounded:

"Oh, FUCK! How did this kid come back? Didn't he just go to the confinement room yesterday?"

"Hmph, you can come out of the confinement room the next day, and it's still intact. It seems that this kid has a background."

"Shit, let's not talk about his background, but he is still so good at fighting. It seems that we have another ruthless character in Area C!"

In the eyes of the other prisoners in Area C, it is definitely a honor for Romon to return to the regular cell so quickly, but for Romon, the experience of returning to the regular cell is not as good as staying in the confinement room.

He was the only one in the confinement room, and he could do whatever he wanted, but the regular prison cell was no different from sleeping on the street. There were people up and down, left and right, and the most he could do was to soften the bed in his cell.

"Hey, adjust your mentality and think about the best. I have at least a single room here, so I don't have to worry about dealing with my fellow inmates."

After breaking Jack the Bear with fractures all over his body, Romon's West 25 cell will not be occupied by other people until the next batch of new prisoners arrives.

Lying in the cell with nothing to do, Romon finally waited until lunch time, and was finally able to get out of this small cell to take shots of other areas of the prison.

"Hi Johnny!"

"Hi!"

"Johnny Silverhand."

"uh-huh."

On the way to the cafeteria, there were always prisoners who took the initiative to say hello to Romon, for no other reason than because Romon showed his great strength, and in prison, strength is everything.

Carrying his own lunch, Romon walked to a seat by the window and sat down.

In the sunshine, observe his first serious prison meal after being imprisoned:

Two slices of dry toast, a hummus mixed with chicken, but the chicken was a little sour and overcooked, and there was also a fried rice, but it was old rice for many years , You can smell a rice bran smell straight to Tianling Gai without eating it.

"Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of a prison fan, as expected..."

"Sure enough, it's unpalatable, but what can we do, who made us criminals."

A slightly treacherous male voice interrupted Romon's emotion.

Following the voice, Romon raised his head, and Romon knew this person - Jack the Bear's former roommate, Poor Bob, the short man who ran out of West 25 Cell with his hands on his ass.

"Yo, Bob." Romon greeted.

"Oh, GOD! You still remember me."

Hearing that Romon could call out his name, Bob excitedly stretched out his right hand: "White Bob, Mr. Silverhand, I came here to express my thanks to you. Thank you for helping me teach that bastard Jack a lesson."

"It's just a little effort, don't worry about it." Romon smiled, raised his hand and fisted him.

"That's right." Romon asked, "How long have you been in?"

"More than two years, almost three years, three years in one month." Bob smiled wryly, grabbed the dry bread on the dinner plate, dipped it in hummus, and started eating, cursing while eating. Damn chefs always put so much salt.

"It's been three years, how did you get in?" Romon also began to move his mouth to eat lunch, but the dry bread he stuffed into his mouth would disappear in an instant and turn into a steak from a Michelin restaurant.

"The burglary, but I met the head of the household during the theft. I shot him twice, and it changed from theft to burglary. I was sentenced to three and a half years, and I was about to go out."

Sure enough, reality is not a movie.

Ninety-nine out of ten people who can be imprisoned in reality are live animals. Unlike in movies, those who talk to the protagonist are good people who are forced to go to prison.

Nodding his head, Romon asked about MacDonald's whereabouts: "Bob, you've been in prison for almost three years. You should be familiar with the people here, right?"

"It's okay, Mr. Silver Hand, do you have anyone you want to ask?" Bob asked back.

"McDonald." Romon gave the name: "Have you heard of this person?"

"McDonald? Lick the dog MacDonald?" Bob asked in surprise, "Why are you asking this man?"

"Licking MacDonald, is he famous?" Romon cleverly changed the subject.

"Famous, of course famous! A few months ago, the leader of the gravel gang, the Undertaker, suffered from hemorrhoids and couldn't use toilet paper. MacDonald took the initiative to lick his ass for a week until his hemorrhoids healed. Such a feat , the entire Gulf Prison knows."

Bob sneered at Macdonald with a sarcasm on his face, completely oblivious to the man opposite him, whose eyes were stained with blood:

suck!anus!lick!hemorrhoid!

Macdonald, you took your daughter's kidney by cruel means, and you live in the world just to take your daughter's healthy kidney to suck the anus and hemorrhoids for gangsters?

It seems that what I said is right, Susan can't wait, she can't wait for a moment, she must not look at her kidneys in the body of your beast!

This is an insult to her!

"Crack!"

In extreme anger, Romon broke the plastic dinner plate on the table.

The crisp sound not only awakened the furious Romon, but also startled Bob who was at the table: "Mr. Silver Hand, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing. It's an old problem. When you get excited, you can't control the strength in your hand. You don't have to worry about it."

Luo Meng laughed, and inserted the fragments of the dinner plate in his hand into the poop-like mashed beans, and then asked, "Then where is this licking dog? It's also in our C area?"

"No, he's in Area A."

As Bob said, he pointed to the playground outside the window, where it was time for the prisoners in Area A to relax: "Look, he's right there on the playground, the one whose leg was pinched among those people."

"Oh, it's just him. He is a little fatter than before he was imprisoned. It seems that he is living a good life in Bay Prison."

As if sensing that someone was looking at him, Macdonald turned his head following the feeling, and met Romon's eyes.

He didn't know this handsome young man, but he was so familiar with the emotion in those eyes that it was unforgettable.

Full of anger, sorrow, disgust, and killing intent.

It was what was contained in the eyes of his daughter looking at him as she lay on the operating table.

"Ah! Susan!"

In a daze, Macdonald seemed to see his daughter's vengeful spirit rushing towards him, and he was so frightened that he sat down on the concrete floor of the playground.

"Oh! Shit! Lick the dog, are you crazy? What are you doing!"

After MacDonald fell, instead of helping him, the inmates beside him stepped forward and kicked him hard, angrily shouting, "Get out of here, you've completely embarrassed the BOSS!"

The boss that the inmates talk about is the Undertaker, the little leader of MacDonald's Rubble Gang.

This muscular black man with scars on his face was not easy to get along with at first glance. He looked at MacDonald coldly, and whispered: "Mike, say, what's wrong?"

"Someone wants to kill me, boss, someone wants to kill me!"

"Who?"

"It's in the cafeteria, someone in the cafeteria is going to kill me!"

MacDonald knelt and climbed two steps, came to the legs of the mourners, and pointed his trembling fingers in the direction of the cafeteria.

However, it was already empty there.

Chapter 010 Stealing ↗ Attacking ↗

Before entering Gulf No. 2 Prison, Romon used hacking techniques to find out a lot of black information about this prison.

He knew that secret drug experiments were being carried out here, that lynchings were rampant here, and that money was not recognized here, as long as a prisoner could pay enough bribes, he could get accommodation conditions no less than that of hotels outside.

But the words I read on the Internet are not as shocking as what I saw with my own eyes.

Following Bob's lead, Romon came to a room in the back kitchen of the cafeteria, a special supermarket run by a group of special prisoners.

As long as you have money, you can buy all kinds of prison contraband here-tobacco, alcohol, prescription drugs, small cold weapons, and even prostitution.

Yes, as long as you are willing to spend money, these powerful 'buyers' can directly help you recruit prostitutes to prison.

"Hey, isn't this Johnny Silverhand, the big star of District C has come to us?"

In Haiwan No. 2 Prison, no one is more informed than the "buyer". Watching Romon walk into his small shop, a Japanese prisoner with a tattoo of "chu" on his left forehead proactively greeted him.

"I need a mobile phone." Ignoring the teasing from the purchaser, Romon directly explained his purpose.

"[-] for a feature phone, [-] for a smart phone, which one do you want?"

The purchaser quoted the price and gave the conditions of use: "You can only use the mobile phone in your cell. If you leave the cell, we will not be responsible for whether it is robbed by other prisoners or confiscated by prison guards."

A functional phone that can only make calls is US$[-], and a smart phone that can access the Internet is US$[-], which is dozens of times higher than the retail price on the market, regardless of after-sales service. Profitable way of doing business.

However, no matter how lucrative the business is, it can't compare to Romon's ability to pay directly out of thin air. He didn't bother to argue about the price, so he nodded and said, "I want a smart phone, but how should I pay for it?"

"It could be a cheque, it could be barter, it could be a place where you have cash hidden and we'll send someone to pick it up."

"St. Paul Storage Company, locker 1740, code 675548."

In the United States, there are many such independent storage companies. They are anonymous and have no guarantee. They only need to pay for a cabinet number, and they can use it freely within the period of use. They are definitely the favorite of all criminals.

After scribbling down the cabinet number and password on the paper, the buyer reminded Romon, "Mr. Silver Hand, do you want to buy something? It's not easy to pay once."

Not easy = take all your money.

Hearing the voice of the purchaser, Luo Meng shook his head: "There is only less than 2 yuan in the cabinet, and the extra money is considered as a tip for the staff of your store."

"Hahahaha, I like a generous guest like you the most, Mr. Silver Hand."

The purchaser smiled and took a bottle of bourbon from the shelf: "A little gift, Mr. Silver Hand, after our staff gets the money, the mobile phone you want will appear in your hand on time."

"Of course, if your cupboard is empty, we will also charge you some errand fees accordingly. Please remember, even if you beat Jack the Bear, you must know that the reckless behavior of Jack and us Husband is different."

After giving a warning with a smile, the buyer invited Romon out of the shop. As for the bottle of bourbon, the deliveryman would send it directly to Romon's cell.

Don't ask why the delivery person can run around in the prison to deliver goods, just ask that the salary of the prison guards is not high, long live the understanding.

Well, having said that.

Bob, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, watched Romon walk out of the small shop, and immediately stepped forward with a smile and said: "Brother Silver Hand, how is it, the buyer has enough things here?"

"It's okay." Romon nodded, and said cheerfully, "But I'm not Mr. Silver Hand in your opinion, why did I become Big Brother Silver Hand in a blink of an eye?"

"Hey hey, big brother Silver Hand, don't I admire and respect you? Besides, you just came to prison not long ago. Isn't it convenient for you to have a little brother like me help you?" Bob's flattering face was full of words. 'I beg my elder brother to cover me'.

But Romon looked at him and shook his head, and clearly refused: "Bob, I'll give you some advice. I'm not a good big brother, at least not to you."

A slippery, stalking house robber.

This is Romon's evaluation of Bob.

For this kind of person, chatting a few words can be used to promote the plot, but there is no need for in-depth communication, otherwise you won’t know when you will be sold, after all, you can’t expect a criminal to be upright.

Shaking his head, Romon continued to walk forward, but Bob stuck to Romon's back like a dog's skin plaster, apparently trying to impress Romon with his sincerity.

After the lunch hour, the next project for the offenders in Area C is the playground.

Walking in the corridor of prisoners surrounded by barbed wire, Romon could see the aisle next door separated by barbed wire, where the criminals from Area A came down from the playground after the release time.

As the saying goes, it's not that enemies don't get together.

Just as Romon walked to the middle of the aisle, he bumped into MacDonald and his party head-on.

"It's him! Boss, it's him!"

Through the barbed wire, MacDonald pointed his trembling fingers at Romon.

"you."

The mourner stopped, looked at Romon with stern eyes, and said indifferently: "I don't care who you are, and I don't care if there is any hatred between you and Mike, but from now on, don't let me see you again. .”

arrogance, extreme arrogance

As the state boxing champion and the leader of the Gravel Gang, The Undertaker doesn't pay attention to a guy like Romon who has no gang and no affiliation.

Of course, the mourners would not take the initiative to trouble Romon for MacDonald. After all, it was just a piece of toilet paper, and a warning would be considered a face to Macdonald.

After the warning, the mourner raised his legs and was about to leave, but how could Romon allow him to run away after pretending to be forced.

There was no nonsense, Romon just stretched out his thumb, pointed at his neck, and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

For an arrogant gangster like The Undertaker, wiping his neck is definitely more insulting than giving the middle finger.