blackstone code

Chapter 1337 The whole tm is over
bang...

Cosse flew into the school gate spinning in the air, he was actually lucky.

If he was standing against the wall, maybe just for a moment, he would have to return to the embrace of God.

He stood inside the door frame, and the huge impact of the car just knocked him into the air. Of course, his injuries were serious, but at least he still had a little hope of survival.

"Do not……!"

Kosai's mother, the warden's wife, realized what had happened four or five seconds after the crash.

It was as if her tendons had been pulled out by something in an instant, and her whole body was paralyzed.

But very quickly, in a very... indescribable way, she was crawling towards her son on all fours like a dog.

She can't stand up anymore, crawling over is the only thing that a mother can imagine to do at this moment!
The warden also reacted, he quickly helped his wife up, and the two ran towards Ke Sai quickly.

The campus was also in chaos. No one would have thought that such a bad thing would happen on such an important day in life.

People looked at Ke Sai with a little fear in their hearts.

There may be discomfort, but not much. What they are afraid of is not the fear that Cosser will die, be disabled, or be injured.

What they fear is that people are too fragile.

They are actually very fragile, just like... Ke Sai is so fragile, which makes them a little worried, worried about themselves.

Teachers, students, including the principal ran over.

This is a private school, and the annual tuition fees can make those ordinary people pull out their eyes.

If Cosser is really dead, or disabled, the investors in the school board will screw the heads of the school management!
They are similar to the students, what they care about is not whether Ke Sai can live well, what they care about is...the school's reputation and enrollment should not encounter some troubles because of this.

But no matter what kind of purpose people have, their wishes at this time are good, that is, they hope that Cosse will be safe.

Cosse lay on the ground and rolled over, his body twitching from time to time.

His eyes looked at the blue sky, and the sunlight that had been dazzling not long ago was no longer so dazzling.

He has a desire to vomit, and the human instinct subconsciously suppresses the desire to vomit temporarily through the action of swallowing.

He remembered... he was signing a mailing order. This is the rule of the post office. For some valuable items, someone must sign for it.

He wrote good handwriting, cursive handwriting.

It is said that many members of the Holy Harmony Society like cursive characters, and this style of writing can also improve their image to a certain extent.

He has already developed such a habit, starting from the first letter, he wrote carefully until... he flew up by himself.

Everything is so fast!
Too fast to react!
His eyeballs rolled weakly, and he saw his father.

In his not so long life, the warden has always played the hero in his life, yes, the warden is a hero to Cosse!

He propped up a world for his family, so that he can have a good life and receive stricter and higher-standard education in private schools.

He never yelled at himself loudly, nor beat himself, he was very patient.

Sometimes during holidays, the father and son would go on a trip together. They had fished in the middle of the lake, and slid all the way down the snow-capped mountains on snowboards.

They have been to tourist resorts for swimming and diving, and they have also been to deep mountains and snowy forests to log for warmth...

Everything in the past flashed through his mind quickly, he wanted to express something, but he couldn't.

His body seemed to be out of control, he didn't know why he was so powerless to his body, he hated this feeling, he wanted to expel this feeling!

He saw his mother again, and he wanted to raise his hand to wipe the tears from her face, and he wanted to tell her that everything would be fine.

He still couldn't do it, he could only watch his mother weeping sadly.

He saw his girlfriend, she was so worried about herself, she was in pain all the time, and they had a bad fight because of some small things before.

Now it seems that she loves herself, otherwise she wouldn't cry so sad, so sad!

Teachers, classmates, principals...

Ke Sai is not the best in school, nor is he the best in family background, he can only be regarded as above average.

He has never been surrounded by everyone like he is now, he has become the core of everyone, this feeling...

The desire to vomit is transmitted to the central nervous system again, and this time the desire is stronger.

He tried to use swallowing movements to fight against the desire to vomit, but this time, he failed...

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, it was spray.

His swallowing conflicted with the reflux in his stomach, and something choked into his windpipe.

He coughed as something upwelled through his windpipe.

Instinctive coughing, uncontrollable, he can't do anything, but at this moment he still has the strength to cough!
A mouthful of blood spewed out little by little, and everyone's expressions froze...

As for Cosse, the cough just now seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength.

After spitting out a few more mouthfuls, he slowly closed his eyes.

so tired……

take a break.

When you get home... remember to wake me up.

"No!" The warden roared angrily, his whole body was like a boiled lobster, and his body was shaking violently due to anger and fear.

His wife had already fainted, and he quickly ran towards the door, he was going to kill the person who took his child!
The out-of-control car was still in place, the hood had been tilted up, and thick smoke was coming out from inside.

The driver was lying on the steering wheel, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

At this time, the nearby patrol and mounted police have rushed over. In order to ensure the security of the school, the school donates a lot of money to the nearby branch every year.

Of course, the sub-bureau considered issues such as police-civilian cooperation, so they arranged for many police officers to patrol around the school.

The expressions of the policemen were also very dignified. When they came, the warden had just removed the deformed car door.

At such a moment, a stronger alcohol smell than before wafted out of the cab.

"Damn it, how much did this bastard drink?" A mounted policeman shook his head.

The last thing a mounted policeman likes is these drunk drivers.

They often do stupid things like provoke the police.

Under the influence of alcohol they seem to feel that they are the masters of the world, or they sometimes give chase to other cars.

If it's just these things, it's not like I don't like or even hate it.

What really makes them a nuisance is that they don't take full responsibility for their actions while intoxicated, and sometimes they are treated lightly.

It's not even a punishment.

The warden grabbed the driver by the hair and pulled him out of the cab, but not quite.

One of his legs was just inside, and he looked badly injured, at least his right foot was broken.

After pulling it a few times without any response, the warden punched the driver in the face with one fist.

I don't know if the driver was unconscious or completely drunk. After the punch, his nostrils were bleeding, but he didn't wake up.

The people around hurried up to stop the warden, and others began to clean up the scene to make way for the ambulance that had arrived.

Cosser was being rescued and was taken to an ambulance.

The medical equipment in the hospital must be more convenient and effective than the on-site rescue. Sitting in the car, the warden's eyes were full of self-blame and boundless anger.

He knew who did it, it was the Brothers Grimm who did it!
He knows this.

He already wanted to compromise, but this time, they got it wrong!

They shouldn't have done it to their children, and they shouldn't have put their families in danger!

When the child is sent to the hospital, he will go back immediately and send Old Fox on his way!

Since he started running a private prison, the warden has had many lives in his hands.

The first time he killed someone was because that bastard was unwilling to cooperate with their work and kept provoking the management.

It's not a good job in prison if you don't let that prickly head bow his head.

There are only two kinds of people who can enter a private prison.

The first type is the rich and powerful, and they enter private prisons to enjoy themselves.

Except they can't just go out - they can go out if they need to.

In terms of freedom, there may be a little restriction, but in a private prison, it is actually no different from living in a villa!
The second type is serious criminals, all of whom have at least 30 to [-] years and are limited to commutation.

These people are cheap labor, and they don't need to be paid wages, as long as they don't starve to death.

Extracting the labor of the prisoners here, no one will say that you are doing it wrong.

Why do private prisons make money?

In addition to the rich people coming to enjoy prison life, the main thing is to squeeze the labor force from these prisoners.

For 80 serious criminals, each person can contribute about 200 yuan to more than 5 yuan of income to the prison every month. After removing various costs, they can contribute [-] to [-] yuan to the warden's bank account every month. million dollars.

This is still the value of 1000 people, excluding other income.

A private prison with 10,000 to [-] inmates, plus those who come on vacation, has a monthly revenue of [-]+. It is not difficult at all.

Of course, this is to say that everyone is as obedient as possible.

If someone is disobedient, soon everyone will stand on the opposite side of the prison.

You know, the prisoners they "bought" are all serious criminals, and many of them may have killed people!

So no matter what, the first priority is to press down all the thorns.

He killed for the first time in his life when he frantically beat the 20-year-old with a stick, accidentally hitting him over the head.

That young man...was in his early 20s.

That guy...had been hung up for a long time, and his head that was always raised suddenly dropped down.

He didn't notice that a stick hit the back of his head, and then nosebleeds poured out from his nostrils, mouth, and ears...

Killing people is actually not difficult.

He'll make Old Fox and his men pay!

(End of this chapter)