Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 102 Warden and Deputy Warden

  The stench of sweat, dirt, excrement, and raw sewage wafted in the air.

  Criminals covered in sweat, shirtless, or wearing shabby clothes wandered around the heavily guarded square in a daze. This is their daily time to let the wind out, and it is also the only opportunity to see the light and communicate with many people every day.

On the thick concrete wall that surrounds a square the size of an official football field, about 30 prison guards with guns stand. They are distributed in guard posts every ten meters, monitoring the criminals trend.

  A middle-aged man with a bald head and beard who is not tall but quite strong walked through the crowd, seemingly casually greeting other inmates, but in fact, his eyes kept drifting to the prison guards.

   "Crocodile, when will it start?" A tall man with a coquettish walk greeted the middle-aged man with a beard, and asked in a slightly ambiguous whisper without moving his lips.

   With a smile on his face, the crocodile looked around at the noisy criminals and replied calmly, "Wait a minute."

   "Everyone is ready, just wait for you to speak." The tall man said.

   "Yeah." The crocodile pushed the back of the tall man, and spoke a little louder than normal, "Go to Bernuman to help you solve your physical needs! I'm not interested in your ass!"

  The tall man twisted his buttocks and left, not forgetting to turn his head and raise his **** at the crocodile.

  The crocodile returned the **** with a smile.

"boom!"

  A gunshot interrupted the uproar of thousands of criminals who were letting loose.

   "Stop!" A prison guard standing on the sentry post first fired a shot into the sky, and then pointed the gun at several criminals who were fighting each other.

  The criminals tactfully raised their hands and spread them out.

  In this truly closed prison where there is no contact with the outside world, no way to apply for a lawyer, and no right for family members to visit, such scenes are happening every day.

  Daymans Prison has no books, music, newspapers or any means of killing time. The criminals lost their spiritual world like savages and lived in a daze. In this case, violence, as the simplest and most direct way to increase adrenaline and make people feel nervous and exciting, is naturally listed as their first choice for fun.

   "Bah." The crocodile looked up at the prison guard and spat unhappily.

   All the criminals here are permanently imprisoned, but he, who has been in prison for twelve years, is already the veteran of the prison. Because very few people can persist here for more than ten years without committing suicide or getting sick and dying.

  It's a pity that the crocodile can't escape the fate of dying in prison. He found that he seemed to be infected with some kind of disease. When he asked the doctor in the prison for help, the doctor ruthlessly refused to examine his deteriorating body and gave him a few pills for colds and infections.

  He knew that his time was numbered, and instead of being trapped here like an old dog and dying slowly out of breath, he might as well give it a go and try to escape from prison to gain life.

  So, he spent several months persuading hundreds of inmates to escape with him.

   And set their sights on the best time for rioting—the time when their group of people released the wind.

   At the same time as their briefing is over, the prison guards will change shifts. At that time, nearly one-third of the prison's strength will be concentrated at the sentry position. The interior of the prison is relatively weak, and that is the best opportunity for them to create disturbances and take the opportunity to escape.

   "Shh—" a loud and piercing whistle sounded.

  The release time for this group of people is over.

  Because of long-standing habits, they no longer needed the guidance of the prison guards. After hearing the whistle, they took the initiative to walk towards the entrance of the building that looked like a fortress.

   On this day, everything seemed to be the same as usual, the only slight change was that the criminals left the scene much faster.

  When the prison guards who were changing shifts boarded the guard post and were about to hand over, there were not many criminals left in the square.

Just when the prison guards felt that something was wrong, the crocodile was the first to jump up at the passage connecting the prison to the square, knocked down a prison guard who was closest to him and was about to take them back to the work area, and snatched the gun neatly. Hit the other prison guards.

   "Bang bang!" Two bullets were fired in a row. Because the distance was so close, the two prison guards had no time to react, and they were shot and fell to the ground. The rest of the prison guards were also thrown down by the criminals who took advantage of the situation.

"Bang bang bang!" The gunshots of resistance rang out intermittently, and more than a dozen criminals were killed or injured immediately, but the riot had already broken out, and the riot of thousands of people was simply not something that dozens of prison guards could resist. Be engulfed by the crowd or flee.

  The plan went well, the passage was captured!

   "Shemale! Block the entrance of the sentry post!" The crocodile was overjoyed, and he hurriedly urged the tall man to lead someone to block the entrance of the sentry post.

  Now, due to the transfer of prison guards, nearly 80 prison guards with guns have assembled at the sentry post. If they are allowed to rush over, even thousands of people will die, and they will not be able to hold it.

"Okay! Arnold! Tailunde! You bring someone with me!" The ladyboy was quite charming in every gesture, and led a few people to separate from the large army, and rushed to another passage connected to the sentry post, and locked the iron gate together Stopped and restricted the movement of eighty prison guards.

  The number of prison guards directly supervised by this prison is equivalent to 15% of the detainees, and the number of staff in civilian and other positions is more than 25%. Therefore, although dozens of prison guards were crushed and nearly 80 prison guards were locked up in a short period of time, there were still more than 200 armed prison guards waiting for them.

   It's just that the two hundred prison guards are scattered everywhere, and it will take a little time to gather together to form an effective suppression force.

   This little time is the only chance to escape in the crocodile plan.

   "Give the gun to someone who knows how to use it! Save some bullets!" The crocodile reminded the conductor loudly, "We are running out of time. If you want to escape, you can rush forward with me!"

"it is good!"

  Cheers erupted among the criminals.

   Only about one tenth of them had contact with the crocodile and knew that the crocodile was organizing the escape plan, and only one percent of them were fully involved in it. So from the sudden attack on the prison guards to the present, the vast majority of people are either completely ignorant and a little dazed, or they just don't know that the crocodile has set the plan for today.

   Of course, there is a reason why the crocodile is here today.

   After years of research, he discovered that at noon on the twelfth of every month, a ship would arrive carrying new criminals and living supplies.

  The time error of each arrival shall not exceed thirty minutes.

  The end of their briefing was close to the start of lunch, so they launched a riot after the briefing and rushed out of the prison to the pier as quickly as possible. They would definitely wait for the ship that could carry them back to freedom.

   "Must be fast!" The crocodile didn't rush to the front, but kept conservatively at the front of the team, urging everyone.

The team broke through one iron gate after another. The prison guards in front of each iron gate saw a mass of people killing them, and some of them had weapons, so they gave up resistance and fled in all directions. This made their advance very smooth. .

  The crocodile couldn't help speeding up its pace, and gradually ran to the front.

  He sees the dawn of hope, and he wants to be the first to board the ship!

"boom!"

  A bullet was accurately inserted into the forehead of the crocodile. The crocodile still had a smile on its face.

   "The crocodile!" The ladyboy was always charging at the front. When he saw the crocodile fall, he quickly stopped and went to check the crocodile's injury.

"boom!"

   Another shot, hitting the back of the shemale's head, knocking half of the shemale's head off.

  The death of the two leaders woke up everyone, and they noticed that the iron gate ahead was tightly closed.

   Something is wrong!

  The speed of the crowd began to drop sharply.

"boom!"

   I don’t know where, another shot was fired, and this shot passed by the criminal’s ear. The criminal felt the bullet passing by his ear, and immediately screamed and curled up on the ground with his head in his hands.

   "The marksmanship has regressed." A young man wearing a warden's uniform and holding a rifle walked out from one side of the iron gate, and walked slowly to the front of the iron gate, blocking the criminals' way out.

   Just as he stood still, the iron gate behind him was slowly opened, and hundreds of prison guards rushed in in line, pointing their guns at the criminals.

   "Drop your weapons!" shouted the guards.

   Immediately, several people put down their weapons.

  The young man hesitated when he saw someone, so he immediately raised his rifle and shot one of them. The bullet pierced the criminal's arm accurately, and the criminal let go of the gun in pain.

  Other criminals who were still unwilling to let go saw this and threw away their guns and raised their hands.

  The young man grinned frantically. He threw the rifle to a prison guard next to him. He stretched out his hand to comb his meticulous hairstyle, and sighed softly, "It's really boring."

   "Deputy Warden, how to deal with them?" A prison guard asked.

   "Shut up and go back." The deputy warden put his hands in his pockets, stopped talking about the mess, turned around and left humming a tune. As soon as he took a few steps, he bumped into a middle-aged man who was also wearing the prison warden's uniform under the windbreaker. He looked fierce and cold, "Good afternoon, Uncle Adel."

  The prison warden, Sherif Adel, stared at him and asked hoarsely: "Lecter, what are you doing again?"

   "Test the defense mechanism of the prison." Deputy Warden Lecter replied respectfully.

  Adel snorted coldly: "This is different from Laizein, it's not a place where you nobles can act recklessly."

   Lecter shrugged, dismissively: "Did I do anything wrong? The criminals who suppressed the riot were organized in time to avoid the tragedy. I want to call my father and ask for a reward."

   "Don't do it again." Adel passed Lecter, "The transport ship has arrived, go and receive a new batch of criminals and supplies."

   "Then the matter here will trouble you." Lecter bowed to thank him, and after Adel left, he walked briskly towards the prison gate.

  (end of this chapter)