I am Lapland’s rat!

"Indeed, although I can't see any story about him, I think that in Colombia, where everything is about money, in the important government positions that are most closely related to money, there are people who can still keep their true intentions. Not an ordinary person.”

Quinn is already great.

……

After a while, Texas said again:

"Xiaoyin, do you have any ideals?"

"Ok?"

Wu Xian, who was squatting on the passenger seat, tilted his head.

He hadn't really thought about it.

"Sure enough, my dream is to eat delicious food every day, Shushu, and sleep well every day, sleep in, and go back to sleep!"

After thinking for a moment, Wu Xian twirled his beard and thought that this was a good answer.

It happened that Texas turned his head at this time and wanted to see what Wu Xian had written.

So Wu Xian paused, raised his paw, and wrote:

"I hope that both you and Lapland can live the lives you want."

Chapter 215 Federal Prison

Time goes back a little bit.

While Wu Xian was still sleeping soundly at home, the Saint-Sophie City Prison was already rumbling into action.

The Saint-Sophie City Prison is a huge white building complex surrounded by high-voltage electric wire mesh, including a main building and three auxiliary buildings. Every building in it follows the most basic geometric structure. From a distance, it looks like It looked like a square block of tofu that looked bland because the chef was too lazy to cut and season it.

At six o'clock in the morning, prisoners in the prison are awakened by a wake-up bell that jingles throughout the prison area.Prison guards urged inmates to take care of their personal hygiene, and then portions of breakfast, as bland as the building itself was, were delivered to the cell cafeteria.

After breakfast, the prisoners in prison uniforms were shackled again, and while being urged by the prison guards to recite the 14 "Code of Conduct for Prisoners" in a loop, they headed to their workplace dejectedly.

Pick cotton wool from the hemp rope, pick scrap iron and use the machine to punch iron sheets, sew towels and work clothes, and thoroughly clean each area.

The shackles on prisoners have only been distributed in Colombian state prisons in the past two years. These "confinement devices" jointly produced by multiple industrial groups can remotely monitor and control the prisoner's admission status. When necessary, just press a button. A single button or a group of prisoners can be instantly incapacitated.

"...Williams, hold on to this remote control in your hand. No matter who asks for it from you or in what way, don't give it to him."

In a conversation room in the prison office area, the middle-aged prison guard Captain Adaklis with black hair and green eyes handed a small flashlight-shaped remote control to Jeston's hand.

Jaston responded politely and carefully put the strap of the remote control on his hand, imitating the captain and hanging it on his cuff.

Then he looked out the window of the conversation room into the corridor.

Outside the interview room is where the prison confirms the admission of new prisoners. A row of young and middle-aged men wearing brand-new prison uniforms stand against the wall. Their wrists and ankles have been bound with iron-gray restraint devices.

Although they were still not accustomed to the weight of the confinement device, under the supervision of a jailer with a scar on his face and a grim look, these new prisoners had no choice but to stand with their heads high and their chests high, leaning against the wall.

"You, name, age, place of origin."

The jailer holding the prisoner list was making final confirmations. He glared at the first prisoner and motioned for him to report his basic information.

The prisoner originally wanted to stare back, but considering the way a future inmate fell to the ground after the confinement device was activated, he suppressed his anger, lowered his head, and said:

"Edouard Dantes, 24 years old, North Lake City."

"What crime was committed and how long was the sentence?"

"Intentional homicide,...30 years."

Seeing that the prisoner was so honest, the prison guard patted the prisoner on the shoulder with his baton with satisfaction and motioned for the prisoner to go to the other side.

Then, he took the prisoner list and looked at the next prisoner.

……

"..."

Jeston was not able to watch the scene where the new prisoners were beaten down and put into a large "room of regrets". After the police captain explained the precautions, he had to stand up.

"Williams, the two prisoners you want to interrogate are two attempted murderers named Conrad and Bendens, right?"

Jeston nodded and saw Captain Adaklis' eyes becoming a little impatient:

"Companies like yours always have various demands. Some people want to recruit people, some people want to be executed secretly, and some people want to use lynching to obtain information that was not obtained during interrogation."

"What's more, there are those who want serious prisoners to be unable to get out for the rest of their lives, and they must eat and drink well, and provide whatever they want."

The captain glanced at Jeston and motioned for Jeston to get out.

Jeston had no choice but to leave the conversation room in despair. The captain followed him and said:

"I don't care what you want to do in prison, listen up, don't disturb the order of the prison, don't cause us trouble, so that everyone can be more decent, understand?"

Jeston nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice.

So the captain nodded with satisfaction.

He sent Jeston to Ward [-] where Bendens and Conrad were located. After introducing this "new companion" to the other prison guards, he strode away.

"..."

Captain Adaklis' footsteps echoed in the corridor, getting further and further away.

Jeston stopped where he was, looking at the back of the prison captain, then lowered his head and touched the black federal prison guard uniform he was wearing.

Although the black armor on the chest is very thick, it is somewhat light in weight because it is made of synthetic materials.Above the armor is marked "prison police" with a red stripe. The combination of the color symbolizing danger and the logo directly indicating the identity is enough to keep all prisoners with evil intentions at a distance.

There is a tactical belt around his waist, and next to the belt is an old-style electric shock baton commanded by Colombia. Jeston also tried it when he was working at a previous security company. The battery-powered design limits the use of this equipment in the wild environment. play.

"...He's really in prison."

Jeston touched the smooth surface of the bottoms and the remote control of the restraining device on the cuffs, muttering to himself involuntarily because of the unreality in them.

"What did you say, newcomer?"

Jeston raised his head, and the temporary colleague in front of him spoke impatiently.

"Didn't you say you were looking for Bendens and Conrad? They are just sweeping the floor outside right now."

"Ah...Okay, okay. Thank you, sir. I'm going to trouble you today."

Jeston came back to his senses, stretched out a hand, and spoke politely to the jailer in charge of this prison area.

"cut."

Compared to Jeston's outfit, the Jailer is additionally equipped with a tactical helmet and an impact shield.

Hearing the words used by the gray-haired Liboli young man, the jailer first sneered in disdain, then stretched out his free hand and shook Jaston's hand.

"It's ok."

With his hands separated, Jaston had a smile on his face.

The jailer just waved his hand to him, motioning for Jeston to follow him.

Walking through the cold and square corridor, Jeston could only notice that although the tiles on the floor were old, they were cleaned spotlessly.

When passing by the cells of the prisoners in the third area, Jeston was attracted by the densely packed single or double cells on the wall that looked like a honeycomb with no privacy at all.

Finally, Jeston passed through a narrow passage and passed an iron gate with fingerprint authentication. He and the jailer arrived outside the building. Under the blazing morning sun, the cement floor had begun to burn hot.

On the concrete floor, about seven or eight prisoners wearing restraint devices were holding brooms, rags and dustpans, heads lowered, cleaning the ground, which was not very dusty.

A jailer stood in the shade not far away and kept watch.

Jeston noticed that the melee killer named Bendens, who he had captured with iron shackles, was among them.

Chapter 216 Prison Fear

Prison, for Jayston, is a term that carries some childhood memories and has complex emotions attached to it.

Don't get me wrong, Jeston had no criminal record, nor did any of his parents or relatives. Otherwise, he would not have been able to enter college so easily and work for a regular security company.

It's just that, even now, Jeston, this grey-haired, self-proclaimed young man from Liboli, still has an instinctive fear and awe when talking about prison and seeing the prisoners.

Although saying this is really too biased——

However, to a certain extent, the prisoners who entered this huge iron cage for committing various crimes can also be said to be brave men who dare to challenge the invisible Colombian order that oppresses them.

When he was young, Jaston sometimes thought this way. The reason was just because of the cunning friends he grew up with. They always had a rebellious heart that often flourished against the cold society that made them resentful.

Jeston was influenced by them and thought so.

Even now, although Jaston knows that none of the criminals in front of him deserve his sympathy, sometimes he is still affected by the cognitions from his childhood that have become the truth he pursues.

Criminals are awesome.

"..."

Under the sun, Jeston, who was wearing a prison guard uniform, looked at the seven or eight prisoners bending down and working in front of him. Farther away, there were more prisoners like them cleaning one of the three auxiliary buildings of the federal prison. It is a specialized factory built for prisoners.

Until Jeston and the jailer walked up to the prisoners, the prisoners did not even raise their heads to look at Jeston. Their faces were filled with numbness and calmness.

Are criminals awesome?

Jeston was a little confused.

It was precisely because of his impressions of the prison and the prisoners in it that Jeston, who had always been confident, lost confidence in the task assigned to him by his boss.

After all, prisoners who have served their sentences can already be said to exist like the shadows of childhood in Jayston's memories.

But the boss's order could not be disobeyed. Just one day later, he was forcibly sent to the prison in Saint-Sophie City.

Moreover, the boss also gave him a death order for Jeston——

He was only allowed to stay in a prison dormitory for one night.

Within two days, Jeston must extract information about the black gloves on the beach umbrella from Conrad and Bendens!

"..."

To be honest, when he first came to the prison, Jeston was indeed a little scared.

However, after truly coming into contact with the prisoners in front of him, and after convinced that their ragged clothes had numbed their spirits and destroyed their bodies by the life in prison, Jaston finally mustered up some courage at the moment.

These prisoners are all social trash, and he, Jeston, is the prison guard specially designed to restrain them!

Isn't it easy to deal with a defeated general?

He is Jeston!

Jeston raised his hand and patted his cheek hard under the strange gaze of the jailer.

His eyes became firm at first, and then a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When Jeston got serious, what else could stop him? What else could he do?

The gray-haired youth Li Boli tilted his head and asked, "Where is Conrad?"

"Conrad is in another team. Do you think we would be stupid enough to put gang members who committed crimes together in the same prison area?"

The jailer looked at Jaston as if he were an idiot.

But Jeston didn't care.

The gray-haired Li Boli young man nodded, and then strode towards his target.

A brown-haired film man.

When Jeston was about to walk up to him, Felin, who was sweeping the floor with a broom, finally raised his head.

The moment he saw Jeston's face clearly, a very obvious surprise flashed in Bendens's eyes.

Jeston?

However, even though Bendens was so surprised, he did not react.

The exterminator who almost escaped from Jeston just glanced at Jeston, who was wearing a prison guard uniform, then lowered his head without saying a word and started sweeping the floor again.

This made Jeston a little shocked.

You know, he was preparing to hit Bendens with a baton the moment he spoke, to establish his authority!

——Article [-] of the "Code of Conduct for Prisoners": Prisoners are not allowed to talk privately during working hours.

As a result, Bendens actually suppressed his instinctive impulse, and Jeston didn't scream when he saw him?

This made Jeston look a little ugly.