The Last Killer

Da Qing walked into Cell 1317 holding the personal belongings uniformly distributed by the prison.Unlike MCC, the cell door here is an iron fence with no privacy at all. The only advantage is that they are arranged in a single cell, so they don't have to fight for the upper and lower bunks.

In the cell across the narrow aisle, two white prisoners whistled desperately across the fence, and one of the guys with a goatee even pulled down his pants to masturbate and swear at him.

Da Qing ignored him and began to look at his new house.

The space in the cell is cramped. On the right is a single bed covered with sky-blue sheets. A stainless steel washstand, toilet, and a long table top fixed to the wall occupy most of the remaining space.The mirror is completely embedded in the wall, even if it is broken, it is difficult to pick out the pieces.

Stains of unknown composition can be seen here and there on the walls, like a mottled abscess on the skin of a corpse.Sha Qing took a closer look at one of the most conspicuous dark brown stains, and determined that it was not an old blood stain, perhaps it was still very fresh blood a few days ago.According to this line of thinking, the gray and yellowish stain next to it is likely to be someone's brain.

He looked away and started rummaging around the cell.Almost every prisoner has a small private collection, which they forget to take with them when they leave in a hurry. Of course, they will never need them again whether they get out of prison or die.He hopes to find some seemingly inconspicuous little things that can come in handy at critical moments.

Two pornographic magazines, some postage stamps, a low-quality lighter, and even a small half pack of damp cigarettes.But these were useless. He found another pen without a cap and stuffed it quietly into the sock.

From the gap between the foot of the bed and the wall, he pulled out some scraps of limbs—human limbs—a small end of a finger, and a patch of bloody scalp with a tuft of curly hair.Due to the low temperature in winter, they have not had time to completely decay.

If these are the relics of the previous tenant, it is obvious that he spent a rather painful journey on the bus to hell, and the prison guards who were responsible for cleaning up the scene were really perfunctory, Sha Qing thought, and put the debris away without changing his face. Throw it in the toilet and flush it away.

Then he shook the quilt off the bed and got in.

The goatee on the opposite side barked even louder, and sprayed semen on the hallway floor, and immediately a prison guard walked over and yelled at him, dragging him out and forcing him to clean the floor - with his own tongue.

The prisoners who watched this scene around screamed and laughed, as if they were enjoying a comedy show in groups - prison life is boring, and people have to find ways to have some fun for themselves.

During the afternoon briefing, prison guard Simon saw two of Malvo's men slipping into Cell 1317.

He is well aware of that fat black man's vice: he likes to torment newcomers.More than just beating and rape, Malvo enjoys the whole process of the newcomers from nervousness, anger, resistance to fear, collapse, begging for mercy, until humiliation and numb acceptance, and finally throws them into the trash like a broken puppet inside.

Generally speaking, prison guards who have received benefits will turn a blind eye, as long as he doesn't play too high-profile.But this time Simon hesitated for a moment, thinking whether he should step forward to relieve the newcomer.It's only the first day, these impatient bastards!The young guard thought gloomily.

At this time, the voice of his colleague Joe stopped him from going forward.

"Help me, Simon," said Jo.

"what's up?"

"A scumbag who doesn't know how to live or die, we will deal with him severely." Joe told Simon that a prisoner took the opportunity to attack the new female nurse. He rushed forward to stop him, but he threw a whole body of feces. "The nurse ran off crying, what a pity, there's a young girl here..." said Jo, regretfully and annoyed. "Alec suggested the 'bag.'"

"Bag" refers to the fact that the prison guards put on a bag with two holes dug to cover their head and face, surrounded a prisoner and beat him up violently, so that even if the prisoner was beaten half to death, they could not contact the lawyer to identify and accuse the perpetrator .

Simon was so absent-mindedly pulled away by his colleagues.

Then, a scene that he didn't see or expect happened right after that—the two gangster thugs who had been on the streets all the year round were beaten out of cell 1317 with bruised noses and swollen faces and splashed blood.

One of them, after rolling twice on the floor, bumped into a pair of long legs in high-end sneakers.The other party stepped on his phalanx unceremoniously.With a muffled snort, he stabbed fiercely at the other party with the iron rod held in his other hand.And in the next instant, the rusty iron rod was out of his control, firmly nailing his forearm to the floor, as if a pin had pierced a worm specimen!

He uttered a terrible scream.When he looked up and saw the other person's face clearly, the scream turned into a terrified pleading: "Forgive me, 'Godfather'..."

"Not everyone is qualified to call me that, kid." The brown-haired and blue-eyed man said in a cold tone, with a tough and casual elegance that belongs to those in power, "Tell Malvo, he has to give me an account .”

Another of Malvo's men scrambled away, leaving the unlucky one wailing between the floor and the iron rod.The prisoners who were keen to watch the show didn't make a sound, and even the patrolling prison guards wandered away from a distance, as if they didn't know what was going on here.

The brown-haired man's eyes followed the blood on the floor all the way into cell 1317, with a slightly interested expression, he stepped in.His walking posture was tall and dignified, like a well-educated upper-class person, and his orange-red prison uniform and sneakers gave off the smell of a suit and leather shoes.

Sure enough, Sha Qing recognized him at first sight: Timothy Berardi.His appearance is eighty-nine points similar to Alessio's, especially the gray-blue pupil color like the sea on a cloudy day, as if drawn from the same grid of the paint palette.If it weren't for the older, more mature and oppressive atmosphere of the superior, the two of them would be twin brothers.

Timothy stood still in front of Sha Qing and looked him over from head to toe, as if savoring the quality of the newcomer.A few seconds later, he smiled arrogantly and politely: "Skills are good, but if you want to live like a person here, skills alone are far from enough, and you will know soon."

Sha Qing is like a cub that has been invaded by predators, posing a posture of being deeply alert and ready to fight back at any time.In Timothy's eyes, it was the kind of difficulty that was "somewhat tricky, but can be done with a little effort"—it would not be so strong that he would feel threatened, nor would it be so weak that he would not be interested, which was right in his arms of that difficulty.

"Listen, I don't want to offend anyone, I just want to be quiet."

He heard the rookie say sharply and cautiously, and smiled meaningfully: "That's not easy, especially for you...Here, the first thing you have to learn is to stand on the team, and don't stand on the wrong team." After speaking, he turned and walked out of the cell.

Malvo's men were still lying on the ground moaning, half of their prison clothes were wet with blood.Timothy frowned slightly, as if he was looking at an ugly decoration on the floor, and said flatly: "I spare your life. Next time you come to trouble him, don't rub my trouser legs again."

The eyes of the onlookers looking at cell 1317 suddenly changed subtly: they thought that the "Godfather" did it to show the right to protect the kid, but now it seems that it was all because of the unlucky ghost on the floor No eyes.In other words, the newcomer is helpless, powerless, and what's more, he has a mouth-watering appearance-it's like an early Christmas dinner.

If Malvo didn't dare to act rashly because he was afraid of the "Godfather"'s warning, it might give me a head start... Many people are eagerly thinking.

During dinner, this undercurrent of impatience accumulated to the limit.As Sha Qing walked toward the dining area with a plate of stewed potatoes and smoked fish sandwiches without beef, an inmate tripped him as he walked by.

He staggered and was immediately held by several arms.

"Let go!" he shouted, struggling like a hiker entangled in countless vines.

"Why, I helped you just now, shouldn't I thank you!" A tall and thin prisoner with short golden brown hair came over triumphantly, and spit into his dinner plate, "It seems that you have treated us a lot. The welcome banquet here is not very satisfactory, how about some protein for you?"

"Please, Basil, there's no protein in your saliva, it's HIV, why don't you also wear a condom on your tongue?" Another prisoner pretended to complain.

"Fuck!" Basil scolded with a smile, "I don't know what the Chinaman is particular about, reserved, reserved, who is like you, the sound of yelling can be heard even in the next area."

Sha Qing hit the prisoner's ribs with the tip of his elbow, took the opportunity to break free, turned around and left.

"Where do you want to go? You haven't finished your dinner yet." Basil grabbed his arm and pinched his hip with the other hand. "Sit down, little bitch."

Sha Qing lowered his eyelids quietly.If anyone could see a pair of black eyes under his slender eyelashes, they would find that the calm gaze inside suddenly became as cold and sharp as a knife blade.

He picked up the dinner plate, his docile look made all the prisoners present breath excited, and then he smashed the stainless steel plate—together with the junk food inside—in the face of Basil!

Basil uttered a scream, he half-bent down involuntarily, covered his face with his hands, blood mixed with butter poured out from between his fingers.He coughed painfully and spat out a bloody tooth.

The prisoners became restless after being startled, and some of them rushed towards Shaqing like hungry tigers.He quickly turned his body sideways and hit an attacker on the bridge of the nose with a punch, causing blood to splatter immediately.

A sharp police whistle passed.

Simon and the other two prison guards rushed over at the same time: "Stop immediately, or you will be locked up!"

This trick is very effective for prisoners. No one wants to spend ten days and a half months in a small dark room with a bed and a toilet that is only three square meters. There is no wind, no entertainment, and no one to talk. People go crazy.

The prisoners let go of their hands before the batons came down, and retreated angrily into the crowd.

Simon looked at the leader of the troublemaker, his nose was crooked, his face was covered with blood, and he was grinning in pain.

"Bastard, he broke my nose and a tooth!" Basil babbled.

"You should be glad that it wasn't the second child." Simon laughed mockingly, "This can teach you a lesson, knowing that not all men can be raped."

Prison guard captain Eric took Basil to the infirmary for the sake of money, and at the same time told Simon: "This new kid is also a prickly person, he needs to temper his wild temper."

Simon hesitated for a moment and said, "Elvis, as a punishment for beating someone, you have to mop up all the aisles on this floor after dinner, and get the tools from Wilson."

Eric rolled his eyes as he walked: the punishment was ridiculously mild.But for the sake of Simon helping to "cover the bag" together today, he acquiesced.

Sha Qing glanced at Simon quietly, his tone was very polite, and even a little grateful: "Yes, sir."

The back of his departure looked slender and straight under the light, the curves from back, buttocks to legs were smooth and perfect, and his walking posture was elegant and coordinated, but exuded an aura of asceticism and coolness.

"Look at the goddamn seriousness, it makes me want to fuck him!" one inmate whispered.

Immediately someone echoed: "Do you want to do it?"

"Why not, this guy sucks."

"At least Basil doesn't want to take the lead today, his blow is really powerful." Someone laughed under his throat.

The light tubes in the corridor emit pale light, which is reflected on the gray floor and the iron railings with peeling paint, which is cold and miserable.

The detergent and the bucket were crooked at the feet, and the killing machine was pressed to the floor by several strong black men.One prisoner had his hands clipped behind his back, another was pressing down on the nape of his neck, and two were gripping his legs to keep them further apart, resolutely refraining from any possible threatening resistance movement, smoothly taking off the trousers to the knees.They are already very proficient in this set of drama.

"This guy is really top-notch! Look at this ass! And the waist line!" A prisoner gasped excitedly, touched the other's round buttocks with his rough palm, and couldn't wait to poke his fingers in, "Damn, what a fucking Tight!"

The other kicked Sha Qing's stomach, "Relax, bitch!"

Sha Qing coughed violently, his smooth back heaving helplessly like a small boat in the wind and waves, arousing the desire of the perpetrator even more.

"Are you an idiot, Kinig, you're making him tighter! Fuck, it's going to peel off just getting in there."

The hand pressing the back of the neck was a little slack because of distraction, Sha Qing suddenly broke free from the restraint, quickly grabbed the detergent next to him, unscrewed the bottle cap, and splashed it on the face of the man behind him.

"My eyes—" the man covered his eyes and wailed.

"What a Hummer! Guys, show him some power!"

Several people rushed forward, and one of the prisoners made a gesture with a broom handle, "How about this?"

"good idea!"

Sha Qing wailed like a wild animal caught in the net, struggled frantically, and a metal chain pendant slipped out from the collar of the prison coat.

"—Wait!" A man's voice suddenly came out from the dark place in the aisle, with a resonant and thick nasal voice, which was highly recognizable.

The dark body like a wolf stick iron tower stepped out of the darkness, the rough and rigid facial features were exposed to the light, and the bald head and neck were covered with tattoos.Just now he had been observing and admiring the violent behavior in the dark. If it wasn't for the accidental pendant, he planned to wait for his subordinates to torture the prey's minions to the point before going out in person.

The guy holding the broom was a little slow to stop because his blood was boiling, and was picked up by his boss and thrown directly against the wall.Lang Chou squatted down, and pinched the metal pendant on Sha Qing's neck with his thick fingers. After examining it carefully, he asked in a deep voice, "Where did this thing come from?"

Sha Qing glared at him, his eyes stubborn and fierce, "Fuck you!" he said.

Wolfstick smiled: "You can't afford the consequences for being brave in front of me, little thing." He took half a step closer and rubbed the raised crotch against the opponent's face, through the thick fabric, he could still see the organs inside The size is astonishing as a torture tool, "I can guarantee that you don't want to be forced by the 'barrel'."

The newcomer turned pale as he expected, the corners of his mouth were still pursed stubbornly, but his eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing the fear in his heart.Lang stick rubbed his face with his thumb in satisfaction: "To be honest, I'm thinking about letting you go."

"... from the family." The other party replied in a low voice as if he had finally compromised.

"Lie, your surname is Li!" Wolfstick slapped him in the face threateningly with the "cannon barrel".

"That's my mother's surname. She left my father when I was less than two years old. His surname is Seville." The newcomer clenched his teeth as if suppressing his anger. "It is said that he left it to me. Souvenir."

"Sevilla..." Wolfstick narrowed his eyes, "Is it Sean Sevilla? I remember that he only has one son, who looks very similar to him."

Sha Qing immediately replied: "That's my half-brother, his name is Shanier."

"Unexpectedly, Xiao En gave this thing to the illegitimate son." Wolf stick thought for a moment, got up and pulled Sha Qing up at the same time, watching him quickly put on prison pants, "Your father is from the Blood Gang, you Yes. In this prison, I can cover you, but one day, when I need you to take out this chain card and all related things, if you dare to say half of the word 'no', I will kill you It's better to die, do you hear me?"

Sha Qing turned his face away, half resisting, half apprehensive.

Wolf Stick's lower body pressed against him, pushing him against the wall.

"Understood!" Sha Qing said reluctantly.

"Good boy." Wolfstick sniffed his scent, couldn't help sticking out his tongue, and licked his face very erotically, "From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to push you down Fuck hard on the bed, but... I usually don't attack members of my gang, you have to stand your ground and don't make me 'fire'."

"Okay," he turned his head and said to his subordinates, "This is your new brother, if you can't learn to respect him, I will teach you."

Several prisoners present said that the boss's decision was very wise, and he absolutely carried it out seriously, and warmly invited the newly released brothers to enjoy the cigarettes and marijuana they had hidden together.

"But I still have to mop the floor." Sha Qing said innocently.

"—Leave us here!" Kienig, who kicked him just now, immediately picked up the mop, and the other three rushed to clean up the overturned bucket and cleaning agent.

The wolf stick hugged Sha Qing's waist and stroked him up and down, and gave him a piece of advice in the way of sexual harassment: "Be careful of that fat man named Malvo, he's as perverted as he is fat in his body, don't forget that Lame Gang is our blood!" Gang's deadly enemy."

"Where is 'Godfather'?" Sha Qing asked, "He lives next door to me."

"He is relatively low-key, but he is powerful and ruthless. He especially hates betrayers. The cell you live in used to be Page's. He used to be Timothy's confidant. Later Timothy found out that he was in the company's accounts. False, just... trust me, you don't want to know the details."

I've flushed the remnants of the details down the toilet, Kill said silently.