Zhou Lin

Can you imagine? The federal bastards actually built the female prison and the male prison on both sides of the dam, and managed them almost completely separately.

Not only that, according to the information I got from the prison guards... the various facilities in the women's prison are obviously better than those in the men's prison.

This is simply outrageous!

This is discrimination! Naked discrimination!

Why can female prisons have toilets, while male prisons only have "shitty alleys"?

Why is it that two people in the female prison share a room, while four people in the male prison share a room?

Why is it that the food in the female prison is a cheap set meal, while the male prison can only eat a paste of nutrients and carbohydrates?

And the most crucial point...why was I put in a women's prison without being consulted?

Oh, by the way, I haven’t introduced myself yet.

My name is Lilia Zanyava, a native of Double Eagle County; a former bounty hunter, the current leader of the feminist organization "T-Rex Knights", the proposer and pioneer of "hard-core feminism", of course... now it has become a federation of prisoners.

Don’t get me wrong. I was not arrested because of the ideas I advocated. I was arrested for other things.

If I had to name a crime, it would be "crime of supernatural powers".

Sigh... When I talk about this, I don't get angry at all.

About two weeks ago, it was a weekend night and I was riding down the street on my Harley.

It was almost midnight, and I happened to pass by a nightclub. When I saw that there weren't many people queuing up at the door, I planned to go in and drink a bottle of vodka to quench my thirst, and then go exercise on the dance floor.

So, I parked the car, took off my helmet, and walked towards the end of the line.

Unexpectedly, when I walked through the door, the security guard responsible for releasing people stopped me and told me that "beauties don't need to line up."

Go to hell! He looks down on me.

Why are all those men lining up at the door? And there are also some female compatriots blowing air at the door. Do you think I am too weak... or are you mocking me for relying on my face?

At that time, I just stepped forward and knocked him down with three punches and two kicks without saying a word, and then put all the people in line in.

Then, I sat down at the bar and started drinking.

Before half a bottle of wine was finished, three or four guys came over to strike up a conversation. Some of them turned around and left after hearing me say "fuck off". They were considered sensible, but there was one who was particularly shameless and refused to leave. , and even talked to himself and showed off there.

What he said to me... His father is the Chief Inspector of Double Eagle County, and he is the boss behind all the nightclubs in Double Eagle County. As long as I am willing to "have fun" with him, he will give me a car tomorrow. sports car.

As the boy spoke, he waved his rustic big gold chain and small gold watch in front of me.

I was so annoyed by him that I no longer had the mood to dance, so I drank the remaining half of the bottle of volts in one go, took the money, turned around and left.

Guess what? After I went to the toilet for a while and then came out, he called a group of people and blocked me at the entrance of the store.

I was also shocked. In this bright world, Zhao Zhao Sun and Moon, he actually did such a thing - there was not a single woman among his accomplices!

This is typical workplace sexism! Just like the guy who confidently rolls up his sleeves and asks women to step aside when changing the water in the water dispenser... Why can't women do physical work? Why can't women be thugs?

In order to teach that kid a lesson and let him know what hard-core feminism is, after knocking down all his thugs that night, I caught him and beat him until he was fat in the street.

I never expected that half an hour later, before I got home, I would be surrounded by several police cars at an intersection.

I thought to myself... If you catch a drunk driver, you won't have to mobilize so many people, right? Only after I was taken to the police station did I find out that they were going to charge me with intentional murder.

Then I'm definitely not convinced. I was obviously acting in self-defense, right?

I told them that I wanted to find a lawyer and ask them to adjust surveillance, but they wouldn't even let me make a phone call. Moreover, I could vaguely hear someone outside the cell talking furtively about how they wanted to hand me over to someone. Something like lynching.

This is clearly trying to trick me, so I can't just sit back and wait for death, right? So I just fought and ran away.

After I ran out, I thought again, because I offended such a thing, will I become a gangster from now on? I feel like just beating him up is not enough!

So, I immediately sneaked back to the police station and found out the whereabouts of the police inspector's son--after I finished extracting this guy, he didn't go to the hospital, but directly called a private doctor to help him in his villa. He cured it.

Ten minutes later, I sneaked into his villa, chopped off three of his fingers as a greeting, and then used waterboarding to force him to swear that he would never harass me again, otherwise I would come back to him and cut him into a human stick.

Of course, I'm not stupid. I know this can only scare him for a while, but I still have to run.

That night, I fled Double Eagle County overnight.

About five days later, although I successfully escaped the pursuit of the Double Eagle County police, or rather the young man from the police inspector’s family, I fell into the EAS’s trap again...

I am no longer afraid of abuse of lynching, but I still cannot escape jail.

Since even the EAS was dispatched, it was obvious that I was treated as an "ability person" and was sent to a prison specially designed for people with abilities.

But to be honest, I don’t even know what my abilities are…

At first I thought my abilities were physical abilities that were beyond the limits of ordinary people, but later I discovered that as long as they were "paper-level" ability users, with a little training, anyone could have my strength.

Anyway... the day after I was arrested by EAS, I was sent to this hellish place called "Nine Prisons".

This is a secret prison located in the north of Chernobyl. Its main body is built underground in an abandoned nuclear power plant, across the bed of the Pripyat River, and divided by a dam; overall, it is similar to a horizontal prison. The shape of a bowling pin (because there are more people in the men's side of the prison, there is more space there).

Not all of the people imprisoned here are capable, but without exception they are all considered by the federation to be "unfit to return to society."

These "prisoners" have basically never received any public trial, and "justice" is out of the question.

There is no "sentence" for prisoners. Anyway, there are usually only two ways to leave here, one is "death", and the other is that one day the federation suddenly finds you useful and comes to negotiate a deal with you.

In addition to gender, prisoners in the Ninth Prison will be separated according to "danger level." I am in the Ninth Prison with the lowest risk level, code-named "Xianquan Kaofen".

This is the closest prison to an "ordinary prison" like the outside world. As long as you have money, you can even ask the prison guards to help you bring things in from the outside...

Common "foreign products" include tobacco and alcohol, snacks, skin care products, some indescribable electric toys, etc. However, more sophisticated electronic products are basically out of reach, because there was an incident where "prisoners took piles of game consoles and "The processor was spliced ​​into a micro-server and the wireless LAN was used to hack the prison's main control system." I heard that a prisoner almost took advantage of the situation and escaped, but in the end he was shot to death by the warden himself on the way out.

In addition, prison guards can also help you convey information to people outside, which is also necessary... Otherwise, how can you contact others to help you pay the prison guards?

Of course, the prison guards have their own contact network and will not let outsiders know where you are being held, nor can you transmit information to the outside world through voice or video; here, the only thing allowed to be transmitted to the outside world is " "Letters", and every letter will be checked by prison guards... All letters are required to convey only straightforward information, such as acrostics, homophonic code words, Morse code, and remote ancient dialects... whether it is intentional or unintentional , as long as it appears, as long as they see anything suspicious, the letter will be returned, and you will not have to write again for the next six months.

Most people here will write letters to relatives or subordinates outside, asking them to transfer money to some difficult-to-trace accounts, that is, accounts specially used by prison guards to accept bribes, in order to purchase their "luxury goods" in prison. .

But, not everyone will get a reply...

Examples like that where replies came in in the first few years, then became less and less, and eventually disappeared altogether... there are many examples here.

Every time I think about how I might become one of them in a few years, I just want to pick a few of them out to calm down.

However, as the saying goes, if you have wine today, you will get drunk now. Anyway, there is still someone who can reply to my letter, right?

I'm so unlucky that it's not too much to ask the sisters of "T-Rex Knight" to raise money and bring me some vodka, right?

It must be admitted that the efficiency of the prison guards is quite high. A reply came today to the letter sent just the day before yesterday. I think it is because this place is very close to Double Eagle County.

But what surprised me was that the person who replied to me was not a sister in the organization, but a guy I didn't know.

I don’t know why, but my letter got into his hands, and he seemed to know me very well. Not only did he send me vodka as per my request, but he also chatted with me about a lot of household facts that only I should know.

But all I know about him is his signature written on the letter - Zi Lin.