Chapter 1,279: Fierce Fight! Master and Disciple 68 (Part 2)

The sun's rays began to dim. At the door of a law hall on the ground floor, a helicopter from Section 11 had already been waiting. There were more than 10 prisoners who had been collared in the helicopter.

Many people looked depressed and annoyed. Some even cried. No one wanted to go to prison, but the result of the trial meant that they would be sent to prison soon.

There were serious criminals with sentences of more than 20 years, and there were also minor criminals with sentences of several years. Several people in Section 11 who were responsible for escorting were leaning against the helicopter and talking and laughing.

The prisoners inside had just been reminded, but although they understood, they could not come up with a penny.

Two of them were imprisoned for the second time. This time the sentence was more severe than the last time. One of them was arrested for theft. Because the city law involves a superimposed punishment mechanism for repeated theft, if it was just the first theft, it would be at most 1 year, but this time it would take 5 years.

Another person was sentenced to 25 years for violent robbery, which was the second time, and was almost convicted of murder. The victim strongly accused himself of the violent treatment he suffered.

Both of them knew what the situation was like in prison. Life in prison without money was really painful. A certain degree of violence was allowed in prison, as long as it did not cause big trouble for the guards.

The relationship between the prisoners was relatively tense. The prison was divided into large and small factions. Once you enter, you have to choose to join.

The only things that can be brought into the prison are cigarettes, candy and liquid food. These are the hard currencies in the prison and the only things that can shelter the weak.

The prison also has its own economic system. As long as you have these three hard currencies, you can get a lot of things, but money is omnipotent and can directly allow you to enjoy a high-quality prison life.

The prison has become a forgotten corner in these years. No one cares what happens in the prison and how the prisoners are. Although reporters visit from time to time, only a few reporters will report something. Most reporters no longer visit the prison.

The two people who knew the market had asked their friends to bring them more cigarettes when they were detained in the Public Security Administration a long time ago. The cost of visiting the prison for non-relatives is not low.

"Sir, can I go home to collect some things?"

At this time, the thief couldn't help it and asked with tears.

"Sit down, I will take you to prison soon."

The thief wanted to continue to say something, and several people from Section 11 came in immediately. He continued to say that he wanted to go home to get something.

"If you want to take something, just let someone send it to you."

But the thief was still arguing that he didn't really want to steal, and he really stole because he was really powerless.

"Besides, I only stole 2,000 yuan from that family, it's not at all"

"This is not a reason or excuse for you to steal, sit down honestly."

A staff member of Section 11 held up the rubber roller in his hand, and the thief finally sat down.

Everyone was a little scared, especially those who were in prison for the first time.

Suddenly, the robber suddenly stood up and attacked a section 11 officer from the side, strangling his neck tightly.

For a moment, the scene was in chaos. One by one, the section 11 officers took out their guns and pointed them at the robber. Although he was wearing a collar, the high voltage current might kill this thin-looking man, and the collar's built-in function of instantly cutting off the central nervous system would make this guy live a life worse than death.

"I've lived enough, you bloodthirsty monsters!"

The man strangled the neck of the section 11 officer with force, and a section officer next to him immediately activated the collar's function of cutting off the central nervous system.

The man's hands relaxed a little bit, his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground with foam at the mouth. He had no feeling in his body. He couldn't even make a sound, and could only widen his eyes.

At this time in the law hall, a judge was reading the crime of the one-eyed young man below.

"Defendant! Fox, suspected of fraud"

Many people in the audience laughed out loud, because this was really the name of the one-eyed man. He used means to take away the leather shoe factory from a deceased leather shoe factory owner. The last time Section 7 seized assets, Fox was exposed.

Finally, it was found that Fox had occupied the leather shoe factory for 3 years, and the wife and children of the original owner of the leather shoe factory were still crying, accusing Fox of being a murderer.

The owner of the leather shoe factory drowned in a large dye vat after drinking too much. The Operations Department had already investigated this.

After reading the verdict, the judge asked, Fox has the right to appeal, and if he is dissatisfied with the verdict, he can appeal to the Intermediate Law Court.

Fox shook his head and was soon taken out by the people of Section 8. At this time, there was a commotion on the street. The one-eyed fox quietly looked at the side of the lift. A man who was conscious but unable to move his limbs was being pulled away by a car from Section 4.

One-eyed Fox didn't know what happened, but he was soon handed over to the people from Section 11. Some people from Section 5 were taking notes on the scene, and several people from Section 11 were also talking about the situation at the time. The surveillance was also retrieved.

At this time, a person from Section 11 was holding a collar and wanted to put it on One-eyed Fox. He became a little scared.

"Where will he be sent?"

The member of Section 11 sighed and said.

"For humanitarian reasons, we will send it to the nearest hospital in time for nerve repair surgery. It depends on the recovery after the operation. If the recovery is not good, you may lose flexibility in your hands and feet, or be directly paralyzed, or die. Okay. Hurry up and sit down, you are the last prisoner today."

After the one-eyed fox sat down, the door of the lift slowly closed, and the light that came in disappeared little by little. The lift began to take off, and the cabin fell into darkness.

This kind of lift used to escort prisoners has no windows and is like a sealed iron box in the air. In the past, some prisoners who were agitated smashed the windows and threw things below, causing accidents.

Someone began to cry in the darkness. In more than ten minutes, they would be sent to prison to begin their prison life.

The one-eyed fox didn't know what he had done wrong. The owner of the shoe factory was the leader of the gang that blinded one of his eyes. The orphanage was later directly destroyed by them and became their industry. They relied on Using violence and threats, he made money and opened a factory.

The one-eyed fox only retaliated against him and took back the things in his hands. He argued in court, but was unable to provide any evidence. The shoe factory owner had already cleared his name in the previous generation of management. Assets can't be found at all.

The One-Eyed Fox was just angry and angry. He was not like the people who are crying now, fearing to go to jail. The One-Eyed Fox had already paid the money in advance, the shoe factory was taken back, and the money he earned on the surface was also taken into custody, but Behind the scenes, the one-eyed fox still has some black money.

snap

The door at the front of the lift opened and light came in.

"Can you give me something to eat and drink? I've been standing in the Hall of Law for a long time."

A person from Section 11 directly handed over a can of canned meat and a bottle of wine. After the one-eyed fox took it, he unscrewed it and took a big sip. The prisoners next to him swallowed. At this time, some people looked at them with pleading eyes. One-eyed fox.

The one-eyed fox was a little drunk. He had finished eating the can, and there was still half a bottle of wine left. The lift landed firmly on the wall of Prison No. 1. The one-eyed fox stood up and walked out of the lift with the wine. A man next to him who was sentenced to 5 years looked at the one-eyed fox.

"Sir, can you lend me 100 yuan?"

The one-eyed fox glanced back at the desperate man.

"what's your name!"

"Wes."

The man named Weiss trembled, and the one-eyed fox laughed. After talking to a member of Section 11 next to him for a while, the officer also brought Weiss out.

The thin blond man Weiss was trembling and swallowing. The one-eyed fox handed the wine to Weiss and he took a sip.

"Thank you, thank you"

"There are rooms for 4 people below, which cost 1,000 yuan a month. They are all non-factional prisoners with relatively minor crimes. How many years have you been sentenced?"

Weiss' tense nerves were now relaxed due to the alcohol.

"Mr. 5 years."

The one-eyed fox said with a smile.

"I will help him pay 50,000 yuan."

Weiss's eyes widened, and the other prisoners in the helicopter were also stunned.

Several members of Section 11 who brought them here nodded with joy. The one-eyed fox asked them to bring some food and drink to his cell. He happened to be bored and asked Weiss to accompany him, and was allowed.

"What a pity. If any of you asked me for help, I would help you. It's a pity that you don't even have the courage to ask a strong person for help!"

The prisoners in the aircraft stood up immediately, but soon the door of the aircraft was closed, and waves of aircraft came out of the cabin. Weiss followed, feeling strange.

The staff of Section 11 took One-Eyed Fox and Weiss to the floor of an independent room. There were many people on the floor moving freely in the corridor. Some people were chatting, and some were chatting and drinking. It looked like someone It was like a hallway in an apartment building. Except for everyone wearing collars around their necks, they were all wearing a variety of clothes. It didn't look like a prison at all.

In a small 30-square-meter room with a living room, bedroom, and bathroom that had been cleaned up and had ordinary bedding, the one-eyed fox sat comfortably on the sofa, took out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one comfortably.

"Thank you, sir, what is your name?"

"Just call me One-Eyed Fox. If you wonder why I helped you just now, it's because you understand the importance of opportunities. Many times, as long as you open your mouth, someone may help you. That's how I am. If I didn't talk to you at that time, If that guy opens his mouth, I might be like you now, Weiss."

The One-Eyed Fox will always remember the night after the orphanage was disbanded many years ago. The One-Eyed Fox, who was penniless, hungry and cold for several days, walked aimlessly on the streets. Most people avoided him. The One-Eyed Fox thought about it countless times. I want to speak, but I dare not do so because of cowardice.

The weather was very cold at that time, so cold that the one-eyed fox knew that he would freeze to death early the next morning if he didn't find a place to escape the cold.

The one-eyed fox, who could no longer walk, sat blankly on the street. He hated everything, but could not say anything. A car passed by. The car did not go away, but stopped on the street. , the man in the car was smoking, and the car was also a good and expensive car.

The one-eyed fox couldn't hold on any longer. After staying in such a cold night for more than an hour, the car still hadn't left. At first, the one-eyed fox thought that the rich man was waiting for someone. In the eyes of the one-eyed fox, such a rich man usually It was cold-blooded, but then the one-eyed fox realized that the man who smiled in the reflection of the rearview mirror from time to time seemed to be waiting for him.

Finally, the one-eyed fox leaned over and asked, "Sir, can you help me?"

Weiss felt a little surprised as he listened to the one-eyed fox recounting the past.

"What kind of person is he?"

Weiss couldn't help but asked in confusion. At this time, several members of Section 11 who were standing at the door to get things also walked in with interest.

"I only know that his name is Wise Man. He is an ordinary middle-aged man who looks very rich. But what surprised me the most is that he actually agreed to help me. From then on, as you all know, Wise Man Help me successfully get everything from my past enemy."

"Then you are really lucky, haha."

Several officers put down their food and drinks and left. Here, the officers would listen to some of the prisoners' stories about the past, often as a refreshment after dinner.

"It's not good luck!"

The one-eyed fox laughed, and Weiss looked at the things on the table.

"Eat."

"Thank you, Boss One-Eyed Fox."

The one-eyed fox smiled and took the wine in Weiss' hand, and took a sip.

"Sincerely asking others for help is equivalent to admitting that you are weak, but people are very strange things. You obviously want others to help you, but you naturally choose to protect yourself. What are you protecting? ?You feel."

"It's self-esteem."

Weiss awkwardly held the food in his hand. The one-eyed fox motioned for him to continue eating, and Weiss began to eat.

“Admitting that you are weak, that you are poor, that you are incompetent is a fact that is difficult for most people to accept, but no matter how you hide it, how you escape it, how you conceal it, in the eyes of the strong you will have no escape. shape."

Wes seemed to understand why he was saved. Wes was imprisoned for a serious violent assault. Before he was imprisoned, Wes was just a waiter in a restaurant. The boss was a grumpy man who would always treat Wes. They were punched, kicked and verbally insulted.

One day, Wes couldn't stand it any longer, so he chased his boss with a knife in the kitchen and gave him a severe lesson. As a result, his boss was severely disabled and he was imprisoned.

This sentence was fairly fair for Weiss, because considering the boss's long-term violence and the fact that he did not regard Weiss as a human being, a reasonable penalty was given to Weiss for the crimes he committed.

Weiss was alone, with no relatives, and all the money in his hand had been paid to the boss for medical expenses. Weiss, who didn't have a penny, heard the thief say at noon that all the things in the prison, Weiss... People who don't fight with others at all on weekdays and are poor and weak can quickly become food for others after entering.

At this time, Weiss felt the warmth in his stomach and the delicious food in his mouth. He looked at the one-eyed fox with tears in his eyes and kept saying thank you.

Weiss also understood that it was his similar experience with the one-eyed fox that saved him. When Weiss saw the one-eyed fox eating canned meat and drinking alcohol, he thought that this should be a privileged prisoner in the prison and still needs to work and punish him. But there is much more freedom in prison than other prisoners.

Although Weiss had thought before, as long as he was judged as a non-hazardous prisoner, Weiss could be assigned to the dormitory in Section 12, work with those veteran writers who had been punished on the farm for less than a year, and still earn some money. , but after seeing the one-eyed fox and the attitude of the members of Section 11, Weiss gave up such an idea.

This was the first time that Weiss asked for help. Unexpectedly, he was saved when he asked for help for the first time in his life. In these five years, he only had to live in a four-person room and enjoy some better meals every day.

The one-eyed fox smiled and drank the wine in the bottle in one gulp, and then looked at the ceiling contentedly. He was very relaxed at this moment, which was completely different from the days when he was detained in the public security management station.

"Boss One-Eyed Fox, how long have you been sentenced?"

The one-eyed fox laughed.

"10 years, 1 million."

The sun's rays can no longer pass through the high walls of the prison. Most of the newly admitted prisoners today are on the No. 1 wind farm. Many of them are shivering in the cold wind. Many prisoners are talking and laughing around, watching these. New inmates entering prison.

Song Man smiled and led a group of jailers to stand in front of more than 300 prisoners who were newly imprisoned today.

"From today on, you will start living here. Please remember, don't cause trouble and obey the arrangements. If anyone causes trouble, I will let him know where the prison is."

At this time, someone whistled on the sidelines. As soon as Song Man looked over, several prisoners who were still laughing stopped smiling and stood up straight tremblingly.

Song Man walked over step by step. Although he was smiling, all the prisoners felt fear.

"I was talking just now, what were you doing?"

The moment a prisoner just raised his head, Song Man pulled his head and hit it hard on his raised knee. The prisoner whimpered in pain and fell to the ground, covering his face.

Song Man glanced at the prisoners who were whistling just now.

"Do you like to blow? You all stand against the wall for me. Without my order, you don't have to go back to the dormitory."

Several prisoners ran over obediently and stood in a row facing the wall. Song Man looked back at the many prisoners with terrified faces. She walked over with a smile and continued.

"Remember, you are prisoners! Please keep this in mind and think carefully about why you are standing here. Take them to the cell."

Song Man looked at the prisoners who passed by her with their heads down, and scanned the prisoners around with a serious face.

Song Man, who had experienced several prison problems, knew very well that this was not a place for reform, but a place to detain criminals. It was normal not to think about anything else.

After the riot of Quasimodo ended early this morning, Song Man returned to the prison. Someone needed to watch here all the time.

"The income is good today."

At this time, a female director came over and smiled and opened a light and shadow screen. Song Man took a look at the amount. There were 23 prisoners who were not here. They were all privileged prisoners, with a total income of 8.96 million.

Most of the money these prisoners gave to the prison was ill-gotten, and it was black money. If Section 5 and Section 7 were to jointly investigate this part of the money, it would take a lot of manpower and material resources, but in prison, it was easy to pocket the black money.

This part of the money has been secretly transferred to Angus Construction, but Song Man was a little unhappy. He glanced at the prisoners shivering by the wall.

"You can go back. If there is a next time, don't blame me for being rude."

The prisoners walked away gratefully under the escort of some section officers. At this time, the sun was about to go out. Song Man and the female director next to him planned to go back to the office to eat and then deal with the prisoners' documents.

The problem of black money has been a major problem that has plagued the city for many years. In the decades since the establishment of the city and the gradual establishment of order, countless black funds have been flowing silently.

The currency issuance of the city is also based on the specific population. Each additional person is issued according to the standard of 50 years. One person is issued according to the lowest average wage income of 6,000 yuan per year. It is issued once a year, and statistics are kept every year. The excess currency is destroyed and the insufficient currency is reissued.

If someone unfortunately dies young or within 50 years, the money will be reduced by the corresponding amount according to the time the person lives.

It is also necessary to consider many factors such as prices, market economy, and taxes before finally deciding the currency issuance volume for the next year.

According to the current population of Brilliant City, the annual circulation amount of the city is more than 100 billion, but in the past few decades of accumulation, a large amount of black gold has appeared. These black golds are hidden very deeply, and it is extremely difficult to dig them out.

Song Man is not in a very good mood. In the past, when she just took over the prison, she thought that if she treated the prisoners better, they might be more obedient and live a good life after they got out, but over the years, Song Man always saw familiar faces, habitual criminals who were imprisoned again and again.

And the prisoners would make trouble from time to time, especially after the city riots last year, the prison had many situations, and these things could only be handled by the prison itself.

The prison had already been classed unconsciously. The boring prison positions in the past have become popular now. Most people who apply for the Action Department will definitely choose Section 11, but now there are enough people in Section 11.

There were some problems with the prison in the city before, but they soon subsided, because the prison needed money to operate. The labor money paid by Section 12 was not enough to maintain the normal operation of the prison. Now the prison has replaced most of the old facilities. All this is thanks to the black gold, so that the prisoners in the prison can have a better environment.

Section 11 is also the only department that can be self-sufficient without the allocation of congressional taxes. To a large extent, it started with the classification of prisoner treatment under the leadership of Latis.

At the beginning, everyone was somewhat opposed and rejected. The tax on each prisoner was only 100 yuan a month, the salary of the prison manager was also relatively poor, and the nature of the work was boring.

Along the way, the staff greeted Song Man with smiles on their faces, and most people's attitude towards prisoners has also begun to improve, at least better than in the past.

As long as the Angus family survives this crisis and the city construction is completed, a new and more modern prison will be built.

When I returned to the office, dinner was ready, and the female director next to me was still talking about the list of people who could not pay for the time being and needed to be transferred to ordinary cells.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about it after dinner."

Song Man said, and the female director next to her shut up and hugged Song Man awkwardly.

"What's wrong with you? Did you quarrel with your husband?"

Song Man smiled helplessly and shook her head.

"Sisi, I always feel that it's not good to go on like this. The prison will gradually lose its role"

"Why think so much? We are exhausted to do this step. Prison is such a place. After all, many people have no hope before entering the prison."

Song Man hummed and lay on the table tiredly. She was not tired physically, but she was mentally exhausted.

"Everyone is selectively ignoring this place!"

Sisi laughed.

"After all, for such a troublesome thing, criminals are like cancers in society. We have to keep them alive, manage them, and reform them. Who would be willing to do such a thankless task without some sweetness."

Song Man hummed, and the two began to eat dinner.

The light of the artificial sun went out at exactly 6 o'clock.

In a long corridor, Hydra always kept a smile and greeted everyone passing by. In the past, Hydra was not very popular in the single cell on this floor because he was very gloomy. , even a little scary, but now it is different, there is a soft aura exuding from his body.

Hydra returned to the room and looked at the thick books on the bookshelf. After randomly selecting one, he started reading from the bookmark position. He took the booklet of Destroyer of Worlds from his arms. Come out and put it aside respectfully.

“It’s always the calm before the storm!”

Hydra smiled and opened the book, showing the composition and annotations of chemical equations. Hydra stretched his fingers and stroked the chemical symbols, starting from the most basic elements, from simple to complex, from complex and finally back to Simple.

Recently, Hydera discovered something very interesting. Someone was watching everything in this prison. In the past years when Hydera was autistic, he would always stare at the surveillance cameras because he could no longer see clearly. The human face is gone, except for the scarlet red on the surveillance probe, which will rotate with some senior executives in the business department.

Reminiscent of the prison riot in the past, Hydera was also investigated later. This matter is still an unsolved mystery. It can only be speculated that the administrators at the time caused it to provide convenience for the prisoners in the prison. There is a problem with the program.

"Who are you!"

Hydera stared sideways at the surveillance probe in her room, showing a cold smile.