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Brother Shen's tightly closed eyelids twitched slightly, and his body moved a little bit towards the wall, shrinking into the corner of the upper bunk.
Mr. Hong still said nothing, but his hands began to lower unnaturally, protecting them on both sides of his body, staring at Jiang Lu vigilantly.
"Go on, brother." Jiang Lu encouraged the bald man: "I saw you were about to get off the bed, why did you retreat again?"
The bald man hurriedly shook his head and denied: "Ah? I don't have it..."
"Come down and play, brother." Jiang Lu continued to be serious: "Aren't you going to beat me up? But you have to beat me hard. The more you resist, the happier I am."
“???” The bald man’s expression was uglier than if he had eaten shit.
"Well, little brother." Grandpa Hong finally couldn't help but persuade him: "What he just said was just teasing you. We are all prisoners. Why are there so many rules? Live in peace, live in peace. This is why you are in prison. Don't make the same mistake again."
"Can I sit down now?"
"Of course." Mr. Hong forced a smile.
No matter how powerful they are, it's only outside. They really can't beat such ruthless people in prison. You may have a big family and a big fortune outside, but they have only a miserable life. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. If they are really forced into a corner, it's not certain who will suffer first.
After Jiang Lu sat down, he tried the hardness of the mattress and was somewhat dissatisfied.
"It's so hard, it's like sleeping on a wooden board."
"Just put something under it." At this time, Brother Shen quietly poked his head out from the upper bunk and showed his goodwill to Jiang Lu.
"What do you want to sleep on?" Jiang Lu looked back and forth between Brother Shen and Master Hong, and then he reached out and knocked on the bed board above him: "Who of you wants to hold me while I sleep?"
Several people's expressions changed instantly.
Grandpa Hong smiled and said, "Not really, not really. It's just a quilt to pad the bed."
Brother Shen understood what he meant and looked at the bald man: "Please give your quilt to this little brother. He is not used to sleeping on such a hard bed. Please take care of him."
"Me?" The bald man wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Yes, it's you." Uncle Hong chimed in.
Jiang Lu joined in: "I'm talking about you. If I catch you secretly soiling your catheter under the quilt, I will mark you!"
"No, no, absolutely not!"
The bald man offered his quilt in fear, and swore: "If I don't leave clean, you can kill me!"
Jiang Lu's presence undoubtedly made the three cellmates feel threatened.
When Jiang Lu finished making the bed and was almost free, under the threat of the other two people's eyes, the bald man finally mustered up the courage to test:
"Brother, this is not a big deal. You should be out soon, right?"
Jiang Lu waved his hand and said arrogantly: "It doesn't matter even if it's a big deal. I have very strong connections."
Hearing this, Brother Shen became interested: "How hard is it?"
"I haven't even come in yet, and there are already people outside helping me run the operation. It's just a process, but it's that hard." Jiang Lu's mouth twisted, and the word "background" was written all over his body.
When Master Hong heard Jiang Lu's serious tone, he started to think: "Little brother, how long can you lose weight by doing this?"
He is an old hand, so it is naturally impossible for him to directly inquire about the connections behind Jiang Lu.
However, the degree of sentence reduction can be used to judge the strength of a person's network.
If the relationship is really strong enough, he would be prepared to curry favor with Jiang Lu. Maybe if he gets along well with this person, he can get out earlier.
Brother Shen also realized this and his expression suddenly became serious.
Only the bald man didn't think of these things at all. He just hoped that Jiang Lu would get out quickly so that he wouldn't have to worry.
"How long will it take?" Jiang Lu laughed disdainfully, as if mocking their inexperience: "Then you really underestimate my connections."
"Oh?" Grandpa Hong and Brother Shen's eyes lit up.
"According to my current crime, I should be imprisoned for more than two years, but after the operation, I can be directly... in two days..."
"Can you just..."
Could they just go out? The two were a little scared.
What a top-notch background this is!
"That's right!" Jiang Lu said proudly, "The connections behind me can directly get me exile!"
Chapter 31 Feng Yuanzheng, I, Jiang Lu, don’t owe you anything anymore!
"Uh..." Uncle Hong was stunned, his brain still couldn't wrap its head around it.
The bald man was the one who spoke frankly: "You call this a relationship? You're really not an enemy? What's the difference between exiling you and letting you die?"
"Don't worry about these." Jiang Luyun smiled calmly: "Just tell me whether it's hard or not?"
"This is really too hard..." Brother Shen was ashamed: "The two-year sentence was directly turned into a death sentence, and I was only sentenced to eight years."
Mr. Hong really wanted to say, "Damn crazy."
But he didn't dare.
Death row inmates are already the most dangerous and unstable group in prison, not to mention that they are perverts.
If you say something wrong and people directly blame you for it, who can you complain to?
Now we just hope that this plague god will be exiled as soon as possible and stop being a time bomb here.
"Little brother, I'm old, I'm going to sleep first."
Mr. Hong yawned, smiled, and tried his best to calm Jiang Lu down.
"I'm a little sleepy too. I'm going to sleep first." Brother Shen withdrew his head and shrank into the corner.
Jiang Lu said "Oh" and reached out to hammer the upper bunk: "What about you, Baldy?"
"I...I should be feeling sleepy soon..." The bald man was not sure whether he should feel sleepy or not.
"You all have to go to sleep." Jiang Lu suddenly felt bored: "I said we should go shopping together."
"Walk around?" The bald man looked at the cell, which was less than 10 square meters, and almost couldn't hold it in. "What can you see in such a small place?"
"I haven't been here for a while. I want to see if the prison configuration has been updated."
Jiang Lu sighed: "Forget it, you guys go to sleep, I'll go check it out myself."
Then, in front of the three shocked eyes, he used the [Open Door] skill to stand up, pushed open the locked iron door of the prison, and walked out without even closing the door.
"Ah?" The bald man was confused: "How did he open the door?"
A fire of hope burned in Brother Shen's eyes.
Did the prison guard forget to lock the door? This is a good opportunity to escape!
"What do you think? Do you want to follow me out?" He was eager to do so.
Mr. Hong took a deep breath, but finally shook his head: "You guys go, I just don't feel good..."
Seeing that Master Hong didn't dare to act rashly, the bald man also became timid: "I will be out in more than a year, there is no need to take risks."
Seeing this, Brother Shen couldn't help but grit his teeth.
"Never mind the fuck!"
He jumped down from the upper bunk and rushed out of the door.
But almost at the same time, the sound of a broadcast was heard outside the cell.
"Way, way, way? Can you hear me?"
Jiang Lu's voice came from the radio.
"Today I have the honor of being a guest at our Paradise City Prison. Here, I saw the disgusting mental state of our prisoners. I was quite surprised by their inferiority, weakness, and bullying. I also feel very honored to be one of you.
I am very lucky to be able to join this big family, but as the saying goes, success depends not only on luck but also on hard work.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank a few people. It was they who led me down the path of crime. With their support and encouragement, I can stand here today, on this big stage.
First of all, I want to thank my parents, but I don’t have any parents, so I won’t thank them first.
Secondly, I would like to thank my leader. Without his guidance, I would not have made one mistake after another and ended up in this situation today.
Finally, I want to thank my eighteen-year-old self. I want to thank the determination I made that year. At that time, I told myself that I wanted to be the original asshole in Paradise. This year I am twenty-three years old. In just five years, I have come infinitely close to my original dream.
I want to say to myself five years ago: I did it! You will definitely become a jerk in the future, so don’t be confused, don’t worry about gains and losses, insist on being yourself, you are the best! ”
At this moment, some noise suddenly appeared in the background of the broadcast.
"Hey? Why are you here? (Noise) I didn't escape from prison, I'm just speaking my mind. (Noise) Damn it, brother, you can't point a gun at someone! (Noise)"
The broadcast was cut off and no one knew what happened next.
Brother Shen, who was still in the posture of rushing out of the cell, silently climbed back to the upper bunk and covered himself with the quilt.
Baldy and Hongye looked at each other in silence.
After a while, Jiang Lu was escorted back by a dozen fully armed prison guards.
"0172! You're finished! You're absolutely fucking finished now!" The captain of the prison guards was shocked and angry. God only knew how furious the higher-ups would be after such a terrible incident happened in the prison. Maybe all of them, the prison guards, would be purged.
When Jiang Lu heard that he was done, he nodded with satisfaction.
It seems that the fire is burning vigorously enough.
He did initially want to escape from prison, to make his crime more serious so that he could be exiled more safely, but on closer inspection, escaping from prison was not enough.
People escape from prison every year, so if you want to escape from prison in a different way, you must be more distinctive, more stylish, and more typical.
Only in this way can they be severely punished, and it will be easier for Feng Yuanzheng to handle the situation.
Jiang Lu sighed silently in his heart.
Although I slept with your wife after all the twists and turns, but now we are even...
I, Jiang Lu, have always been no weaker than anyone else in my life. Feng Yuanzheng, I don’t owe you anything!
I am warm and I cry.
Seeing Jiang Lu's inexplicably relieved smile, the prison guard captain could no longer hold back and cursed as he closed the door, "Damn psycho!"
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Department of Public Security, Office of the Minister.