It is not a short time to convince these vicious prisoners, and tough methods are necessary. The wicked will only succumb to the strong.
Fox did a radiation test for me and was relieved after finding no abnormalities. Zuo Yi rushed to ask me about the situation and learned from the chat that she was imprisoned in hell by Satan, but was allowed to leave for a short time, but she had to bring some souls back for business.
Now Satan has left hell, and Siwang, the messenger of hell, supervises her very strictly. Zuoyi can only leave hell and go to the upper reaches of the island when Siwang is asleep.
"You have to take care and don't get hurt again. If necessary, I will persuade the messenger of hell to help you defeat these prisoners!" Zuo Yi told me, I agreed, and said: "Well, take some time to follow me Let it negotiate!"
Zuo Yi turned and left. My soul was about to go to prison, but when Rice was calling my name, I had to return to the treatment vehicle, merge with my body, and opened my eyes.
Rice questioned me: "Don't go to bed, you just suffered some skin injuries, you were beaten, and you didn't have any serious injuries. You can go back to the cell!"
I hurriedly asked: "Then you don't need me to be a guide for your colleagues?"
Rice said: "I'll notify you when they need it! Don't cause trouble anymore, or I will let the prison guards put you in a lock-up room!"
Fox found me a suit of trousers and shirt. I was still a bit big to wear. Rice escorted me back to the prison cell. The male Yoshio and the others were ready to go to the workshop and start working. When they saw me being sent back, they complained: "The big Titan and Cha Minshu were put in the confinement room, and all the prisoners were disqualified for breakfast. We have to go to work hungry!"
I lay in ** and continued to recuperate. Leibo walked to the door of the cell, took out a cigarette and lit it, and then asked me: "Iron Warrior, do you want to smoke a cigarette?"
He stuck the cigarette through the baffle on the door. I didn't pick it up. He answered, "Thank you, no, I don't smoke!"
Leibo continued to smoke and asked me, "Why did you push that Korean man into the cesspool?"
I replied in a serious manner: "He looks down on us Chinese, and, relying on the backing of Officer Warren, he yells at us prisoners!"
"Well five and six?" Leibo expressed doubts about my language, and I simply explained: "He looks down on me, I can't stand him!"
Leibo stepped on the cigarette butt with his foot, looked inward from the baffle on the door, and said to me viciously: "Although you have a deal with the FBI, I have the final say here. You don't have any privileges, more Don't want to make trouble, otherwise I will still clean up you!"
I was a little unconvinced, Leibo knocked on the cell door and shouted to me: "Get up and go to work, I don't have idlers here!"
He opened the door of the cell, and I lay in ** pretending to be in pain, and I couldn't afford it.
Leibo said: "Don't pretend, your injury will not affect your start of work!"
I said, "But I can't even get out of bed now, let alone walk to work!"
The other party used the intercom on the shoulder to order the prison guard to send a wheelchair, drag me from the police to the wheelchair, and push me into the workshop.
The prisoners looked surprised when they saw me being pushed in a wheelchair by the guards.
I sat in a wheelchair and continued to paste the paper boxes. Yingnan and Zhu Jianfang secretly looked at me. Someone went to the toilet halfway, so they needed to raise their hands to report to the prison guards. I raised my hand first to indicate that I wanted to go to the toilet.
The black prison guard frowned, and then pointed to the British man and asked him to take me to the toilet. The British man hurriedly declined: "I can't take care of him alone. My strength is limited!"
Zhu Jianfang stood up and babbled to the prison guard that he was competent.
The black guard agreed, and Zhu Jianfang dropped the glue in his hand and pushed me into the toilet.
As soon as he entered the toilet, he started to ask me, but I signaled to silence him.
This black guard was standing at the door of the toilet. I don't know if he can understand Chinese or dare not speak.
With the faint light in the toilet, Zhu Jianfang asked me what happened in the morning with his eyes, and I also answered with his eyes: "It's okay, I just suffered a skin trauma, so I don't have to do heavy work, otherwise the prisoners will come to me. trouble."
We didn't stay in the toilet for long. The black guard knocked on the toilet door with a rubber rod to signal that it was time for us to come out.
Back at my seat, I continued to paste the paper box.
Enduring hunger, finally got up to lunch. In the restaurant, Yingnan and Zhu Jianfang pushed me to line up for dinner. The big guy who had my throat cut in my dream was also there, and the other big guy was castrated by me in my dream. Eunuchs, they saw me with ferocious eyes.
Zhu Jianfang looked at me and said that I don't need to be afraid.
The forks I used for eating were all made of plastic. Although sharp, the teeth were short and not strong. When it was my turn to cook, Lao Wu put a toothpick in the dinner plate.
After finishing the meal, we went back to the dining table to eat. While eating, Yingnan and Zhu Jianfang were slapped on the shoulders by the two prisoners to give up their seats.
Zhu Jianfang "babbled" rebelled, but was picked up from his seat by a big guy, another guy quickly grabbed his seat, and the British man gave up his seat.
The prison guard looked at us, but the two big men said that everything was normal.
I hurriedly held the toothpick in my mouth. The two of them took advantage of the prison guards to turn their heads, and quickly pressed each of my hands with one hand, and a tattooed male prisoner with long blonde hair on the opposite side grabbed a fork and turned towards me. Pierced his right eye.
But this guy suddenly lay on the dining table, and the fork in his hand dropped onto my dinner plate. Behind him, Zhu Jianfang hurried past.
The prison guard rushed over while blowing his whistle, and the two big guys beside me hurriedly let go of their hands.
The guy on the other side was still lying on the dinner plate, but his mouth was slanted and his saliva was left. The prison guard knocked on the table with a rubber rod and ordered him to stand up. I slowly said, "Report the police officer, he seems to have a stroke!"
The guard asked: "Stroke?"
The prisoners were in an uproar after hearing this. The guards hurriedly reported to their superiors with the walkie-talkie on their shoulders, and then signaled us to continue eating.
After the prison doctor arrived, I asked the two big guys beside me to lift the blond man from the dining table and take him to the infirmary for treatment. Zhu Jianfang sat opposite me, pushed away the blond man's dinner plate, and questioned me with his eyes while eating.
I didn’t answer, I just used lunch quickly, and then while the prison guards were not paying attention, I got up from the wheelchair and shouted to the prisoners in a cold voice: “Don’t think that we Chinese are easy to provoke. Who else does not accept me? Just stand up, let's go one-on-one!"
The prisoners did not respond. The guards rushed over, put me in a wheelchair, and asked in English: "What are you doing?"
I also answered in English: "Ifinishedmymealandsaidgoodbyetothem!"
The white prison guard didn't believe it, but let the British man push me back to the studio.
When work started in the afternoon, these prisoners whispered about me while they were working, and I pretended not to hear it.
I wanted to test whether the remaining prisoners were hostile to me, so I asked the guards to go to the toilet. This time Zhu Jianfang hid aside and stopped helping me.
Wheelman walked out of the prisoner and said to the guard: "Sir, letmeseerstothetoilet!" (End of this chapter)