Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

It's foolish suicide for a rookie to get involved in a gang fight.

Sun Qiao heard the sound of bangs and bangs coming from the cell next door, and someone threw out the toilet paper that had wiped their butts outside, and yelled unnutritious lines of war in a dirty voice. Little Brown sat on the bed with his eyes closed, facing the cell. He hadn't eaten anything in two days, and the impending gang fight would drag out his fasting even longer.

"Lester," Sun Qiao got out of bed and sat next to him, stretching out his hand to brush the strand of blond hair hanging from the side of his face behind his ear, Little Brown opened his eyes because of the movement, and the outline of Sun Qiao was reflected in the clear pupils .

"Time's up?" he asked.

"Ah."

Sun Qiao stood up and was about to go out, but Little Brown grabbed the hem of his clothes, and the poor-quality prison uniform was pulled into wrinkles. Holding his cheek with his hands, he kissed his lips, and heard Little Brown say, "Wait for you to come back."

The aisle is full of wind and rain. The prisoner who is usually gossip secretly passes the weapon from the cuff in silence, then puts his hands in the pocket and puts on a lazy posture. Except for a few prison guards who have been bribed, the others The prison guards didn't have a good brain. While driving the prisoners, they complained to their colleagues about how unpalatable the food in the cafeteria was.

When it will be fought, no one knows.

"John!" The little Kevin trotted all the way to catch up with Sun Qiao. They stayed away from the gunpowder pond in the center and stopped at a corner of the grass field. "Did Lester come?"

Brown's punishment continued tonight.

Kevin sighed on the side, "It's really a double disaster. After every gang fight, there will be a lockdown. He won't starve to death, right? I mean, he really didn't eat anything?"

Sun Qiao nodded. He stood silently in the corner, observing everyone on the pasture, including prisoners and prison guards. He didn't know what was going on in his mind. Kevin stood beside him and stared at him, many questions flashed through his mind , "Then you... Hey wait, where are you going?" Grabbing the other party, Sun Qiao turned around and grabbed Kevin's neck almost immediately, pressing his cold fingertips against his neck through the flesh. artery.

Kevin's face turned red due to lack of oxygen. Sun Qiao looked at him, frowned, and held his small neck until the other's face gradually turned purple. Then he finally let go, watching Kevin lying on the ground and covering his neck. pant.

"Don't ask, and don't follow." Sun Qiao finally issued a warning.

The residual suffocation made Kevin's eyes blurred, and he lay on the ground for a while before slowly raising his head, just in time to see what Sun Qiao said to a black man, and then walked quickly to the door of the warehouse where the sundries were stored, and gave something to the prison guard , and walked in.

At the same time, the black man who had talked with Sun Qiao walked towards the center of the pasture, grabbed a white man by the collar and punched him. There was a roar in the crowd, and the black and white people who had been grouped into two groups gradually approached. , Several strong men who came out of the crowd pushed and shoved each other, exchanging fists and spittle.

A small dispute gradually turned into a large-scale brawl. The battle between the two alliances originally lacked a fuse, but now, the black man who provoked the trouble has fallen to the ground, with a few mirror fragments stuck in his abdomen, and a tall white man stepped on him. On the head, the grass under the body was dyed red.

The prison guards stood outside the fence and watched a riot unfold. No one would be stupid enough to go in and stop the bloody criminals.They would only rush in when the two sides had almost lost each other, knocked down everyone present with electric batons, and made them fall next to the prisoners who had become corpses with no expression on their faces.

Sun Qiao opened the curtains and looked at the chaotic scene on the pasture, "Are you ready?" He urged, he had to go back before the prison guards came out.

"Okay," Wesley filled the hole in the ground with soil, and opened the box in his hand, "I really don't understand, no one has ever traded with me just for this kind of medicine, usually cocaine, marijuana Drugs like these, and you—" He pulled out a few boxes from the box and handed them to Sun Qiao, "Morphine injection and Benzene? It really opened my eyes."

Sun Qiao took it.

After the riot was over, there was a 48-hour blockade. The prisoners had no food or time to relax, so they could only stay in their cells, and Little Brown had already spent two days like this.

"According to this calculation, the bitch will not be able to eat for more or less five days. It's really miserable."

"Oh poor little one, I can't wait to feed him with semen."

The prisoners in the cell chatted idly, speculating on James' current situation with a smile, and even the prisoners who had nothing to do with him mentioned his name, as if they knew him well.

At this moment, the red-haired Andy was pressing his ear against the thin wall, trying to hear what was going on in the next room.

"Hey, the new guy won't die, that would be too embarrassing!" The prisoner who lived with Andy crossed his legs and stared at the inmate's frowning.

"Shh! Don't make noise, what did I hear?!" Andy listened carefully for a while, a dumbfounded expression gradually appeared on his face, he turned his head blankly, and stared at the inmate with his mouth wide open.

"Could you fucking be straight, what did you hear?"

"They..." Andy pressed his ears to the wall again as if he couldn't believe it, "He, they..."

Andy swallowed, "They're having sex."

"John..."

Sun Qiao pushed the contents of his mouth into the mouth of the person under him. Little Brown gasped and chewed the food in his mouth. He swayed with the opponent's push, picked up the opponent's thigh, and felt the palm wet with sweat. With smooth skin, Sun Qiao leaned down and whispered in his ear, "The prison guards have been staring at us..." Unsurprisingly, he felt the other party's acupoint tightened.

Sun Qiao lowered his head and smiled, took a bite of the compressed biscuit and then met Little Brown's mouth, "He won't find you eating."

Little Brown was really hungry, and nodded weakly, chewing carefully under the gentle impact to prevent himself from choking on the crumbs.

The patrolling prison guards stared at their cell, thinking with disdain that the two men were really gay, but on the other hand, they were distracted by those slender thighs, and stared blankly at Little Brown's undulating smooth chest.

"I seem to have made a mistake. He's staring at you." Sun Qiao glanced at the prison guard, covering Little Brown's body and forcefully fucking him into the bed board. Little Brown was knocked dizzy. Unconsciously, he clamped Sun Qiao's waist.

"Anyway, he can only look at it..." Lester seemed to be in a good mood, wrapping his arms around Sun Qiao's neck, rubbing his cheek with a smile.

Barrett sat on the bed, stepping on Wesley's shoulder, and Wesley crouched on the dirty floor, letting Barrett's muddy shoes rub against his collarbone, and the left hand that was cut off just a second ago was still mixed with blood. On the side, Wesley held the severed cross-section where blood was continuously flowing out, his facial features twitching from the excessive pain.

Kicking Wesley in the chest, Barrett kicked so hard that the heart-pounding shock sent Wesley flying backwards, hitting the wall hard.

Barrett squeezed Wesley's jaw, nearly crushing his mandible.

"You can understand me, right?" The man's calm tone contained strong anger, and Wesley's face, which was originally distorted by pain, became even more hideous in fright. He grinned at Barrett, and the transparent liquid slid across his shriveled cheeks , Wesley nodded lifelessly, his head drooping, sobbing.

Barrett smiled with satisfaction.

"Okay my old buddy, save your tears, at least you can still masturbate in the future, can't you?" The prisoners in the cell burst into laughter, and Barrett gave his opponent a wink. The man grabbed Wesley's hair and held his head up.

"Your job will be taken over by someone else, don't worry, it doesn't matter whether you worked for me or for that bastard John before, it doesn't matter now, you just need to take the money you earn and find a place to die."

The smile on Barrett's face disappeared in an instant.

The prison cafeteria was as noisy as usual. Inmates in twos and threes hooked up and sat on chairs to exchange true or false information. The useless rookies just ended up squatting in the corner, swallowing their anger was their eternal daily routine.

"I saw it this morning when I was working as a prison worker. The old man Wesley has only one hand left, and the blood is still sticking to the ground."

"Did Lester do it again?"

The man leaned close to the inmate's ear, but the volume was loud enough for the people around him to hear clearly, "No, I heard that Wesley sold the drugs to people other than Barrett's gang without authorization, and he was discovered."

"No way," another prisoner laughed, "This is too miserable."

"Indeed, poor old Wesley, there's a gang of whores to support outside the prison."

Little Brown listened to the inmates' chat with a little amusement, broke the bread casually, dipped the jam into his mouth, "Did you hear that? Someone saw you taking the medicine."

"Well," Sun Qiao cut open the bacon, "I probably know who it is."

Little Brown turned his head and stared at him, his pretty green eyes glowed with a strange color, the scars on his body were almost healed, he licked off the milk around his lips, and he ordered Sun Qiao, "Then you do it!" kill him."

Sun Qiao stopped moving, raised his head to stare at Little Brown, stared at the blush on his face that had not completely subsided, and nodded with a smile.

Kevin had no idea what was going on.

He woke up from the damp musty-smelling bed as before, brushed his teeth, washed his face and ate, but what happened afterwards was chaotic. He only remembered that his consciousness suddenly became inexplicably drowsy, and his whole body was between waking and sleeping. His eyelids were so heavy that they were about to collapse, but he managed to see through the small slit, and saw the iconic marble floor of the cafeteria moving backwards, and he realized that he seemed to be being carried away by someone.

He didn't wake up shivering until a wave of cold water splashed on his face.

Kevin wanted to stand up, but found that his hands and feet were tied together, and he fell to the ground unable to move. He raised his head and looked at the man standing in front of him in shock, "J...John!? What are you doing? Why? , why do you want to do this?"

"Why don't you ask yourself? For example, what did you do?" Sun Qiao said without emotion.

"I...? What did I do?" Kevin only felt that the other person's appearance was terribly unfamiliar. The outline of the face against the light made the good impression he had when he first met the other person because of people of the same color collapsed. Kevin's Teeth chattering, heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"You keep asking questions, pretending that you have nothing to do with this matter," Sun Qiao said, "As an undercover agent, you still need more training."

Kevin wriggled desperately, eager to break free from the rope that bound him, but his efforts were futile, the rope was tied too tightly and firmly, and he could only look at the figure getting closer and closer in despair, "Wow... …Undercover?" Kevin was choked by the belt, "I didn't inform you about Wesley! Really! I'm not an undercover agent!"

"Shh, it doesn't matter anymore." Grabbing the struggling man with one hand, the sudden rise made Kevin's head dizzy. Sun Qiao paced to the other side of the kitchen and stopped beside the deep stainless steel pot , the pot was filled with water, and it was boiling with white mist.

Kevin struggled in fear, screaming and begging: "Please! Please don't! I really didn't expect... I was forced... I, I have one year to get out of prison... just... just please Please! Spare me! Let me do anything! Please trust me!"

Sun Qiao shook his head. He threw the man into the pot, and when he heard him let out a miserable scream in the boiling water, his body thrashed a few times, and soon became silent.

"It was just an accident."