In the prison cafeteria, hundreds of unruly prisoners were lined up to receive meals honestly, and the sound of chatting and laughing made the entire cafeteria quarreled.

This is their happiest time except for the time of letting go, because eating can always allow them to realize the hypothesis of being free.

Bang!

The door to the lockdown room was opened, and a large black man in handcuffs and shackles were pressed out by four gun-cared prison guards.

The cafeteria was quiet for a moment, and then the noise returned to the point.

This situation is common and no one takes it seriously. It’s just that the exaggerated chains on the man still made everyone label him a dangerous label.

"Hey, why did he come out? Didn't he kill two policemen during the arrest and demand that we be confined throughout the whole process?"

The prison guard standing at the door took a strange look, crawled down and asked.

The prison guard was holding a chicken leg and gnawing. Hearing this, he looked up and glanced at him, and said indifferently: "Oh, he heard that a lawyer came yesterday. The warden was unwilling to cause trouble and was complained about dictatorial management, etc., so he was lifted from his confinement!"

"Hey! This bastard is so lucky. The warden's pardon that has not been seen in a thousand years has caught up with it."

"Bad! I heard that this kid sister came to the door and gave the warden the lustful old man who couldn't refuse..."

"Ah! I really envy that bastard..."

"Shut up! Do you want the warden to hear it and then ask all the prisoners to line up to kick your ass?"

"Uh...haha...I mean that bastard, it's so enviable to have a sister..."

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He pushed the black man to the food-making window, opened the chain on his body and threw it down a plate and turned around and left.

"Hey!" The black man waved the plate in his hand like a small piece of paper, pointed to the big iron ball on his right foot, and said, "You forgot this!"

A prison guard turned around and blinked his eyes, and said sarcastically: "Oh, you discovered it so soon? This is a surprise! Keep it!"

After saying that, he walked out of the cafeteria with a few prison guards in a squat.

The black man looked down at the words fifty kilograms marked on the iron ball at his feet, shrugged indifferently, and started to collect food with a plate.

The fat chef stirred the broth for a while, gave him a spoonful of clear soup, and then threw a loaf of bread on it.

The black man looked at it with a slanted eye. The boy next to him had a set meal of burger chicken legs and mashed potatoes. He tilted his head to look at the chef and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

The fat chef said viciously: "What? Are you unsatisfied with this nigger? You want to be in prison if you kill the police? Are you covered in feces in your head?"

A thin man next to him was overjoyed and said, "It's still black feces, oh! Look at his feet, he put what he can't pretend there!"

People around him laughed.

The black man was also smiling while holding the dining plate, but his smile became more and more ferocious.

"I didn't decide where to start, but I didn't expect you to be so proactive. What a good person!" He gently placed the plate on the table and took a step back with his right leg. He said to himself, "That boy Hughes should be satisfied. If you kill a few prisoners, how can you kill a few employees?"

A group of people over there were still laughing excitedly for the sake of insulting a powerful man Kong Wu insulting a powerful man, and a huge iron ball flew in front of him in an instant.

A black man had a high-pressure leg, and the fifty-kilogram iron ball at his feet suddenly turned into a meteor hammer, instantly smashing the fat chef's head into a rotten watermelon.

Before the others could react to something, they swept out the next move. The huge iron ball seemed to have turned into a siege hammer and directly hit the thin man's chest.

The thin man spitted blood and flew back a few meters away, smashing all the rows behind him who were watching the fun on the ground.

Suddenly seeing blood, the prisoners were stunned for a moment, then they became manic, knocked on the table and slapped loudly, and some even screamed loudly.

The prison guards around him also reacted without hesitation and shot tear gas.

The prisoners here are all rebellious and will glar at the prison guards when they have the chance. At this time, they were stimulated by the murder of black men. Their bodies were so hot that they had long forgotten the consequences. When they saw the prison guards moving, they rushed forward without hesitation.

"One, two... only two, Hughes said he wanted three or five, so just five!"

The black man ignored the riot behind him, reached out to the headless fat man and the thin man who had no rest there, and turned around to find a new target.

The provocative group of employees had already run to the corner for a long time. They were still covering their mouths tightly and did not dare to make sounds. They were hated, afraid, regretful, and angry, and their hands and feet were trembling and they didn't know what to do.

The alarm sounded in the cafeteria for a long time, and the explosion-proof troops outside finally rushed in. The siege hammers directly knocked the canteen door into two, and came up and tear gas was drawn to the people inside.

The black man raised his hand to take one, frowned and threw it directly behind. Then he grabbed a prisoner who was about to faint with his back hand, and tore off his clothes. He quickly made it into strips, dipped the broth in the plate, and surrounded his mouth and nose.

When the people around him saw him doing this, they didn't know how to move. So three minutes later, the unlucky ghosts who were weak in physique and had been smoked turned into pigs. Everyone seemed to have been raped, and their clothes were torn to pieces.

The black man looked back at the dozens of masked prisoners behind him, clenched his fists and smashed them hard on the table, and shouted loudly: "Roar! Kill those policemen!"

The prisoners who were already blinded by the blood shouted loudly, grabbed all the weapons around them, such as forks, stools, meal plates, etc., and charged directly at the riot police.

The black man raised his hand and grabbed two unconscious pigs. The siege car-like people entered the police pile, smashed them all over, then picked up a clean meal plate, scooped a sharp plate in the big pot where the chicken legs were filled, sat on an unlucky guy, and started gnawing leisurely.

"Ah! Sure enough, I am a kind person and I can't always make up my mind to do it myself..."

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of you, the sound of gunfire, scolding, scolding, and rushing sounds mixed together, the black man felt that his soul was once again sublimated.

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"You idiots!"

In the warden's office, an old man who was so bald that he jumped to the prison guard with flowers on his shoulders in front of the desk and cursed: "Do you know how much effort it took to cover up the suicide scandal last year? Do you know how hard I experienced to survive this year amid the media's doubts and insults? You made my efforts in vain! It's like a bubble! A bubble! Bastard!"

"Warner, I..."

"What am I?! Did I let you speak? Did you speak?" The bald old man roared like a mad dog and shouted: "The last thing I want to see is you now! Six people! Six! Two of the four criminals will be released from prison in less than a week! How do you ask us to explain to the judge? Fly? Suicide? Haha, I was summoned by God? Not to mention two of our staff members! I want to strangle you to death with my own hands to replace them!"

The few people looked at each other, but they were wise and did not ask for scolding again.

The bald old man looked like a wild boar with a bitten butt. After half an hour of madness, he finally exhausted his energy, covered his brain and sat down, and said weakly: "Tell me, how should I solve this problem?"

Several prison guards looked at each other before carefully saying, "From the current situation, we can still save it."

"Huh?" The bald old man was a little more energetic and waved his hand, "It's time, just say something!"

"Yes, sir!" the prison guard replied, "It is obvious that this incident was caused by the black man named Wilson of Luxembourg who was randomly murdering people and then deliberately guided the prisoners in the cafeteria to riot. As long as we put all the responsibility on him and then suggested that the judge sentence him to death?"

"Ha!" the warden sneered: "Good idea! What a great idea! The prisoner killed people in the cafeteria, and a hat with poor supervision was directly placed on my head, and then I was done with this bastard black man. You take over a prisoner with no danger, and don't worry about someone making trouble. Hahaha! What a great idea!"

The prison guard was sweating coldly and said repeatedly: "No! Sir! That's not what he meant! I mean..."

"Shut up! You idiot! Haven't your brain been fully developed yet?" the warden slapped the table and shouted: "If things are so simple, I still have to discuss with you?"

Another prison guard wearing glasses calmly said: "Sir, it will be useless for you to be so angry now. No one of us here can escape the responsibility for this matter, so I think it's better..."

"What? Do you have a solution?" the warden asked hurriedly.

The prison guard looked at everyone like a straw, gritted his teeth and said, "We might as well push this matter down on others! Maybe we can still bear the trouble and turn it into a good thing!"

"How to push?" The warden jumped up when he heard what he said.

"I remember that your funding application was rejected a week ago, sir, right?" the prison guard asked, pushing his glasses.

"That's right!" the warden nodded: "Hanson is my mortal enemy. He will naturally not let me live a good life after he takes office."

"There is no funding, the prison has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is very likely that an escape incident will occur!" The prison guard's eyes were shining with a cold light.

The warden's eyes also lit up: "It's common for a few people who were killed by accident when they escaped from prison!"

Another prison guard smiled and said, "Then we caught the prisoner at the critical moment. It was a great achievement to control the situation to expand!"

The prison chief laughed and said, "And that old bastard Hanson will get out of my head because he doesn't approve the funds! Hahaha, good! Ace! You are indeed my most capable assistant!"
Chapter completed!