Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

Barrett hugged the boy in his arms. He has dark brown hair and a well-proportioned figure between a teenager and an adult. He is the type Barrett likes. Unfortunately, his pupils are too dark and his lips are pale and dry, which makes people feel uncomfortable. The desire to kiss.

He listened to the report of his subordinates a little irritably.

"Kevin died sooner than I thought, but it was expected." Barrett gestured to Kenny who was sitting beside him.The man hesitated, moving his bulky body to Barrett.

"According to what I said before, Kenny, let me see your loyalty." The last words Barrett spit out had a taste of sarcasm, rough fingers kneading the boy's hair, and he seemed to think of something that happened a long time ago Something, fingertips hard, the thin boy in his arms let out a low cry similar to moaning.

Kenny's fat body swayed, and sweat oozed from his plump forehead, as if he had made some fatal determination, he gritted his teeth and nodded.

The prison guard walked slowly, rattling the bars of the cell door with his baton.

"Hey," he stopped at the door of Little Brown and Sun Qiao's cell, and knocked on the railing a few times with his baton, "I have something to reward you." He said and threw a note into the cell, and then swayed away.

Sun Qiao climbed out of bed, picked up the piece of paper on the floor, and stared at the crooked lettering on the crumpled paper.

"What did you write?" Little Brown was sitting and reading the original book borrowed from the prison's library. The cover of the book had fallen off, revealing the bronzing title page. His sitting posture was lazy and elegant, and his dark green prison uniform was slightly larger. The pale collarbone was as delicate and beautiful as an unpopular work of art.

"Looks like a childish dueling book."

"For whom?"

Sun Qiao turned the note over and glanced at it, then threw it into the urinal to flush, "It's not important," he said.

In the middle of the night, the lights were turned off one by one in the cells, and the noisy prison gradually fell silent. A prison guard opened their cells and secretly released Sun Qiao. He went to the entrance of the prison factory alone.

The dilapidated iron door was not closed, and it was dark inside. A lot of equipment could be vaguely seen in the spacious space, including sewing machines, cutting machines, and a long conveyor belt needed for assembly line work, with a few pieces broken in the center. , I don't know where to go.

Sun Qiao raised his head and saw a few dangling incandescent lamps hanging from the ceiling. When he entered the gate, he felt the switch by the door and pressed it. After waiting for a while, the lights did not turn on.

The time had come, and the surroundings were dead silent. Sun Qiao calmly breathed the icy cold air with gradual humidity and water vapor at the end of October.

"Six to one isn't too unfair." He said suddenly, and said to the figure hiding in the dark.

"I never said it was a fair duel." The leader, Kenny, came out, followed by four equally strong prisoners, two of whom were invisible in the dark, rubbing their hands against Sun Qiao, flexing their joints. He moved his lower neck, and a crisp voice sounded in the silent space.

"Set the rules first," Kenny took a step forward, "If you win, I can give you what you want. Wesley is dead, and now I'm taking over his job."

Sun Qiao looked back at them with calm and stern eyebrows.

"But if we win—" Kenny sneered, "that bitch you fucked will have to kneel on the grass and give our boss a cock lick in front of everyone."

The next day, the atmosphere in the prison was eerie and depressing. The sky outside was covered with dark clouds, and the thunder that exploded from time to time spread into the prison. They were nowhere to be seen, the prisoners slammed on the cell door arrogantly, spat in the aisle, and protested against the delayed breakfast time, occasionally a few guys with batons came by and just yelled a few words in a hurry, and then left quickly .

Little Brown was sitting on the upper bunk, with two slender white legs hanging by the side of the bed, and there were small arcs swimming around his feet. He looked down at Sun Qiao who was changing the bandages with his green eyes, and stared straight at him. Gou's eyes slowly moved down to his waist, staring at the dark red scar about four inches long on the left abdomen.

"What caused your injury?" He asked slowly.

"Dagger." Sun Qiao was referring to the accident that happened at the previous banquet.

Little Brown propped his palms back on the iron bed, his pretty brows frowned, "I mean the one on the left," he asked, "How deep is it?"

Sun Qiao avoided the seriousness and said lightly that he just scratched it. After speaking, he pursed his lips and put down the hem of his clothes, and looked outside the prison door.

"He's dead. I'll tell you what the idiots did this morning." The prisoners gathered together, turned their backs to the prison guards, and took turns smoking cigarettes and throwing them on the ground, the cigarette butts were trampled into the mud after the storm In the grass, they squinted and looked outside the fence. Medical staff in white came out of the prison factory, carried away several corpses on stretchers, and they were all big men.

"Hey, guess who did it?"

"I didn't know that there are so many guys who have killed people in this prison."

Only 5 minutes after the release time, a prison guard came, knocked on the iron fence with a baton, and called Little Brown out.

"Hey, do you think it could be Lester? You see he was taken away by prison guards."

"But no, Taylor was taken too."

The man who spoke pointed to the slender and thin brown-haired man. He followed another prison guard chaotically. His footsteps were very shaky and unsteady, and he almost fell into the uneven puddles in the grass several times.

Pushed by the prison guard behind him, Little Brown walked into the warehouse with a calm face. In the small storage room for storing sundries, nails and broken boards were scattered all over the floor, and all kinds of weeding shears were hung on the walls. , shovel, hammer, and wrench, and the lawn mower that had strangled Grayson's hand still lay in the corner, stained with dried, rust-colored blood.

The warehouse is a restricted area for prisoners, because as long as they are in the prison, any props in this room can be used as murder weapons, but as long as there is a way to bribe the prison guards, this level of restriction can be voided.

Like Barrett, he always liked to control the guards.

Barrett looked at those green pupils that were more translucent and graceful under the sunlight, and a kind of forbearance that was about to come out in his heart seemed to be unbearable. In Barrett's eyes, Lester was always calm, as if he had just entered the Luo River Just like in prison, the seeds of arrogance are deeply rooted in this boy's body, taking root and sprouting like nature.

He sat on a chair in the middle of the warehouse with his legs wide open, and a group of his men stood beside him. Barrett waved to Taylor who was behind Little Brown, and Little Brown stood absent-mindedly, watching the boy with brown hair and blue eyes Walked past him tremblingly, sitting in fear between Barrett's lap.

"I've thought about it for a long time, Lester, the me before may have paid too much attention to your appearance and neglected your own talent."

"So you want me to be your subordinate now?" Little Brown asked bluntly.

Barrett stroked the boy's hair, his dark brown eyes fixed on little Brown.

"I didn't want to get down to business so quickly, but, yeah," Barrett laughed, "and on that note, you know what I'm capable of, anything you want, whether it's drugs or narcotics or sedatives , and money? Even if you want to shorten your sentence, I can give it to you, as long as you work for me."

Little Brown put his hands in his trouser pockets, he was naturally handsome and elegant, his expression was cold and not friendly at all, "Your men hurt my men.

Barrett shrugged. "Your men killed more of my men."

"So what, they are not your confidantes." Little Brown stared at him with sharp eyes, his eyes were cold and merciless, "From the moment he was injured, we have nothing to talk about."

"Really." Barrett smiled at the back of the other party coming out of the door, and I knew it when he said something in a low voice, then he patted Taylor on the back, and the brown-haired boy turned his head to stare at Barrett, pale lips After trembling, he stood up and followed Little Brown out.

"Hey, let me say, which show is this from?"

The prisoners got together and whispered together, leaning on the table with their arms folded, staring at the other end of the cafeteria. Little Brown and Sun Qiao sat facing each other, and the brown-haired boy named Taylor sat next to Sun Qiao, looking cute .

"So John got a chick to fuck? Can't a little bitch satisfy him?" The prisoner stroked his beard and let out an obscene laugh.

"Don't think about it." The inmate next to him hit him with a spoon, "Taylor, that bitch, should have been eunuched by Kenny. Just this morning, he said he betrayed Barrett and went to defect. Lester, but guess what?"

The man was about to continue talking when several prison guards ran past him one after another, bumping into several prisoners along the way. They yelled incomprehensible words into the walkie-talkie, waved their arms to push away the people standing in the middle of the road, The medical staff hurried out of the way and into the storage room at the end of the cafeteria.

"Oh, it seems that I don't need to say it, you can see for yourself."

The prisoner who finished speaking pointed in the direction of the prison guards and medical staff. The prisoners leaned out and could see the chaos in the storage room from a distance. The bottles and jars were scattered all over the place. A prisoner was almost lifted out, and the huge body looked to be Barrett's subordinate Kenny, who was already out of breath.

Little Brown sat on the other end away from the commotion, watching the body being carried away on a stretcher.

The death of such an important person is just another topic of conversation in the prison. Right now, the prisoners are gathered in a pile and chattering endlessly. Little Brown rolled his eyes and bit his hand. bread with jam.

"Mr. John, thank you." Taylor opened his big dark blue eyes, and thanked him in a low voice. His voice was sweet, with some kind of indescribable seductiveness. Sun Qiao, who was thanked, leaned back in his chair , the dark golden eyes looked at Taylor without saying a word, and then turned their attention to the little Brown opposite.

Kenny was killed by Little Brown, based on the warden's 'order'.

As if he was not being watched, Little Brown opened his slightly closed green eyes and glanced at Taylor, without speaking, there was a magnificent evil spirit in his brows and eyes, and the thick green eyes were like will-o'-the-wisps.

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