British 1986

This is the first time Allen has visited this prison since it was built.

It's interesting to think about being able to own a private prison in the United States and be able to do things that slavery was handed down hundreds of years ago on this land openly and openly.

A single prison gate looks like a fortress, and there is an electric grid on it. With the support of the nearly 20-meter-high wall and the electric grid, the prisoners inside can't even escape by climbing over the wall. As long as they are sent Come in, and as long as their release date hasn't arrived, they'll never get out!

This private prison has three times more guards than other prisons of similar size!

In order to prevent prisoners from sneaking out by lying under the car like in some movies and TV dramas.

The parking lot of the prison is located within the first wall after entering the gate. This area is the parking lot. Under normal circumstances, other vehicles are not allowed to drive directly into the second gate unless they take the special channel for transporting supplies. If you want to go in, you can only get off the car here, and you have to walk the rest of the way.

There is a hollow parking space built with high-strength steel bars on the ground in the parking lot. There is also a layer below the parking space, so that the patrolling prison guards can carefully check the conditions under each car, so that there is no blind spot in the safety work.

Starting from the first gate, the roads inside are hollow roads built with high-strength steel bars to prevent any opportunistic behavior.

From the first day of its establishment until now, the prison has never had any security incidents such as prisoner escape.

I walked and looked around for more than ten minutes before finally reaching a three-story building surrounded by iron mesh. This is the core of the prison - the office building.

The first floor is a restaurant, warehouse and functional rooms such as toilets and bathrooms.

The second floor is the rest area for prison guards. Although the building looks a bit inconspicuous from the outside, the decoration inside is based on the room standards of a four-star hotel, striving to provide the best service to every hard-working prison guard. Only in this way, after letting them rest, will they have more energy to discipline the slave prisoners.

On the third floor, there are the offices of various leaders and the gun store. This is also the most closely monitored and safest place in the entire prison.

Looking up at the iron fence surrounding his head, Allen felt very satisfied and at home when he arrived here.

Although this is still America, the prison under his feet belongs to him. As long as he enters this prison, he can do anything in this prison!

anything!

Even if he feels unhappy, he can pull out a few prisoners and shoot them!

Because the fate of everyone here is controlled by him, whoever he wants to die will not survive!

"Master, this is the Daniel I have always mentioned to you. He is a very good young man."

Old Karl smiled and introduced to Allen a melancholy middle-aged man next to him who looked to be in his thirties.

This guy has half-long black hair tied into a small braid at the back. The bangs on both sides hang down and are parted in the middle. Judging from his appearance, he is most likely of Italian descent.

When Allen heard this name, he remembered that this guy should be the family of the bride-to-be. At first, he wanted to take the right path, but his father-in-law had dirty hands and feet and had been doing dirty work for the military. Even if his son-in-law wanted to It doesn't matter if you abide by the rules or the law.

But his wife, who was more romantically inclined, had always been supportive of him, and the couple lived together for several years as ordinary people abiding by the law. Later,

Nothing happened after that. Ever since his father-in-law died in an accident, his family has been in chaos. Everyone in the family is a bigot. He, an honest child, can't control the situation, and his wife can't do it all.

In the end, it was Old Karl who stepped forward to help them. Due to friendship, Old Karl had a relatively good relationship with Daniel's father-in-law in the past, and he had always treated his daughter as his niece.

A few years ago, when Allen went to the Gulf War Zone to sell canned goods and supplies for military supplies, he used their name and made a lot of money from the US military logistics office. Finally, he used the money to purchase a gun in the United States. After approving supplies, the remaining money was used to build this private prison.

As for Daniel, after growing up over the years, he was able to take charge. Later, the gang members and gangsters in his family all transformed and were successfully cleansed. From being a shady gangster, they became an upright person in the blink of an eye. Prison guard, the opportunities are legendary.

The legend about this group of people is still circulating in Los Angeles.

Now that so many years have passed, this is the first time Daniel has met this most powerful boss.

"Hello, Your Excellency, you are very welcome to Los Angeles. My name is Daniel Esposito. You can just call me Daniel."

Seeing Allen looking at himself up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, Daniel, a man about 1.8 meters tall, straightened his back nervously and glanced at Old Karl again.

"Don't be nervous. Report the situation on your side to the young master and talk it through."

Old Karl smiled and patted Daniel on the shoulder, reminding him in an encouraging voice.

"Oh, oh, okay, Your Excellency. That's it. Yesterday, a group of people were sent to us one after another. Director Areno personally arranged for them to be sent. I arranged for the venue to receive them. But now some people, I heard that you saved them, and they want to see you."

"See me? What do they want to do?"

Allen stood in the office and looked out through the floor-to-ceiling windows with iron bars. The entire prison had an unobstructed view. Looking out from here always gave people a sense of survival at the end of the world.

"Well"

Daniel looked at Allen, who looked calm, and then at Old Carl. There must be something going on. He had never been in contact with Allen, and he didn't know what he was feeling. He didn't know whether he should say this.

Only when people reach a certain level and reach a certain status will they know that certain people really need to be respected and that they cannot speak nonsense.

Old Carl looked a little funny when he looked at Daniel. He had watched this child grow up little by little. If the people he cared about most in the United States were Daniel and his wife, Old Carl would worry about the others. He didn't care about people, he really regarded these two people as seniors.

"Whatever you want to say, don't hide anything from the young master."

"I know Uncle Carl."

"Your Excellency, uh, they want to ask you when they can go out, and they want you to help them book their tickets before they can go home."

"?"

When Allen heard this, he couldn't turn around for a moment. Go home? Help them buy plane tickets?

Did someone really think of him as a kind person?

"How many people want to see me? They all ask for this?"

"Well, there are more than twenty of them, and they are all from the group of people who came here for the first time that day. I have just divided them into a separate area now. I haven't had time to report to you the situation here."

"Um"

Allen nodded, glanced up, walked to the desk and sat down, picked up the pen and paper on the desk and asked: "Karl, how much did we spend to rescue them this time?"

"this."

Old Karl blinked. This thing suddenly asked him, and he really couldn't answer it.

Even if the round-trip air tickets for more than 800 people cost hundreds of thousands, you have to pay for room and board when you get here, right?

Moreover, the efforts made by others through various channels, such as finding people, finding connections, helping to cover up, etc., are not even easy to calculate in terms of money. In addition, there are people like Allen who spend millions of dollars. The act of throwing it directly at others.

"Master, this is not easy to calculate. I think if you include your expenses, it will still be tens of millions."

"Okay, let's calculate it as 10 million. How many people did you just say want to go home?"

Allen looked up at Daniel.

"More than twenty people."

"Then count it as twenty people!"

Allen listed the data categorically on the paper. Ten million divided by twenty equals half a million. In this way, the cost shared equally among these twenty people is half a million US dollars.

"Don't they want to go home? Arrange for our lawyer to sign a bill for the arrears of US$500,000. We also have a factory in the prison, so we can arrange for them to work there in the future. When will the money be paid back? They can go home, if the money is not paid... well, the things they have on them are also valuable!"

As soon as Allen finished speaking, there was a sound of tearing paper, and what Allen had just written was handed to Daniel, who had a dull look on his face.

Several states in the United States allow involuntary servitude. This word literally means that even if you don't want to, if you go to prison, you will be enslaved.

California is one of the few states that allows involuntary servitude.

In this legal context, the wages of inmates working in prisons are calculated to the hour.

The hourly wage for prisoners in their private prison is - 10 cents.

Yes, not dollars, but cents!

One dollar equals 100 cents!

The average daily working hours of each prisoner is about 12 hours, of which two hours will be deducted. The average daily salary per prisoner is - 1 US dollar.

In the United States today, the per capita annual income after tax has reached tens of thousands of dollars. Even a beggar on the street can earn hundreds of dollars a year just by picking up rags.

And the annual income of a prisoner is cheaper than that of a black slave in those days!

Otherwise, why do we say that private prisons in the United States cannot be opened if they have nothing to do with it?

This thing is really profitable

If we calculate based on the monthly salary of these people being 30 U.S. dollars, it would be 360 ​​U.S. dollars a year, which is a debt of half a million U.S. dollars. This would take more than 1,300 years to repay, less than 1,400 U.S. dollars. It can be paid off in a year. If you add in the salary increase that will probably happen in the next few years, if the situation is optimistic, maybe in less than a thousand years, these women can pay off their debts and go home.

"Oh, by the way, our debts also have to be calculated with interest. Just calculate it according to the lowest interest rate of the Federal Reserve. You can go ahead and do it. I don't want to hear their begging for mercy. Tell them that I really appreciate their courage. the behavior of."

"I, I. I know!"

Even if it wasn't imposed on him, Daniel's hands trembled when he heard such conditions. This was too cruel.

When working under such a boss, you must not make mistakes. As expected, Uncle Carl is better, how kind!

Daying’s master is so dark!

Wow.

The sound of handcuffs sliding across the iron bars echoed in the empty prison along with the sound of footsteps.

The dim light shines in the corridor. In the cell at the end of the corridor, Jennifer Connelly is dressed in a female prison uniform, and the makeup on her face is a little smudged. This environment is really scary!

If Allen hadn't insisted on playing here and she couldn't bear to refuse, she would have been unable to hold on.

Now hearing this sound, Jennifer Connelly leaned nervously on the iron railing and looked out of the cell. In the distance, a tall figure wearing a prison guard's uniform and a hat with a low brim slowly walked out of the shadows. , the handcuffs in his hand were clearly visible.

"Ellen, why don't we play somewhere else? I'm a little scared."

The three floors of this cell were specially vacated. Now there are only two people here, Jennifer Connelly and Allen. Everything they say is echoed. In addition, in this season, there is no heating inside. Jennifer Connery Li was only wearing a single layer of clothing, and she couldn't bear the cold.

"Number 47, your name is Jennifer Connelly?"

Allen came to the end of the corridor, stuffed the handcuffs back into his waist, took out the keys from his pocket, and looked at Jennifer Connelly lying on the iron railings in the cell with an indifferent expression. The iron railings covered her eyes. The mascara was all stained, and there were black patches on my lower eyelids, which made me look very pitiful.

"Ah me. Right."

"What crime did you commit?"

"I"

Jennifer Connelly has never played such a large-scale role-playing game before. She loves excitement, but it was not until now that she discovered that the excitement she understood was sometimes different from the excitement Allen understood. Too same.

It's a bit too exciting now.

Allen's expression made her even more frightened, so much so that she forgot her words!

"Snapped!"

The soft rubber baton hit the iron fence hard and woke up Jennifer Connelly.

"I, I, I didn't do anything!"

"Humph, everyone who comes in will say that!"

"Crash."

Allen slowly opened the iron door and took a look at the small cell. There was a small squat toilet in the corner and a handle on the wall.

There is a single bed on the other side. Other than that, there are no furnishings, not even a window.

A blue quilt, blue sheets, and the blue female prison uniform worn by Jennifer Connelly.

"Hiss" this scene, there is still a bit of a stinky smell in the air, which was left by the prisoners before they were removed.

What Allen wants is the original taste!

He has his own private prison, and if he wants to role-play in the prison, others have to arrange it for him!

"You still have fifteen years before you are released from prison, right? Hengheng, do you want to get out early?"

The baton followed Jennifer Connelly's neck and slowly hit her chin. Allen, who was wearing a prison guard uniform, pushed up her pretty little face with the baton. The two of them squatted on the ground. One was looking down at the conversation, and there was something like that.

"Woo"

Jennifer Connelly couldn't hold it in any longer. Looking at Allen's scary expression, she felt a little aggrieved. Tears flowed down unconsciously, and she was actually scared to cry.