Die with the boss [Quick Transmigration]

December 1946, 12, Baltimore prison.

Christmas in the first year after the war was filled with an unprecedented festive atmosphere throughout the country.Christmas songs are lingering in the streets and alleys, ruddy children are running in the streets in new and beautiful winter clothes, the skirts of pretty girls are stained with winter night snowflakes, and the warm electric lights envelope the kisses and laughter under the mistletoe.

On such a day, even the atmosphere in prison is much warmer, the radio broadcasts a continuous loop of Temple's playful and hopeful singing, and the prisoners are allowed to add a piece of pork chop and an apple to their dinner .

In a dining hall full of blacks, whites, and Mexicans, a handsome Asian young man held his own plate and walked past the noisy tables with his head down.

Wherever he walks, there will always be a sudden silence like a fault.

Occasionally, one or two ignorant newcomers can't understand the situation, and before they try to provoke, the old man next to them will cover their mouths and teach them in a low voice:

"Boy, if you want to live here, don't make Lin's idea."

This yellow-skinned young man always stands out in this small society of criminals, because he is always alone no matter when he is out, eating or doing labor.

It's not the kind of solitude caused by isolation, but that no one dares to mess with him.

——The first general rule of living here is to never mess with those who are not easy to mess with.

Prisoners are also divided into grades, the bottom is the gang/rapist, and the top is the black/bang element. Those who are sentenced to death and life imprisonment are usually outside the system, and those who are particularly tough and desperate , will become the "youknowwho" in the population.

But there are always some exceptions who are not afraid of death.

Luo Cheng had just sat down at his seat, before he had time to move his fork, a fat slap suddenly "bang" on the dining table, the plate jumped heavily, and most of the mushroom soup spilled out.

There was a sudden silence around.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at the menacing provocateur, picked up a plastic fork, poked a small tomato into his mouth, chewed it, and asked lazily, "Why, isn't half a month of confinement enough, Domi?" Nick?"

The bald man with one hand on the table let out a sneer, and spat bitterly: "Bitch, do you think you can take away my position as the boss of the Eastern District by using some nasty tricks? Damn it——huang/kind/ pig!"

In the next second, a plate full of food hit his bald head.

Dominique's body was covered with dripping juice and vegetable leaves, and he looked as if he had been stunned. He didn't react until there were snickers all around him, and he suddenly flew into a rage.

"Hold!"

One of his fists was as big as Luo Cheng's face, and he swung his arm and threw it at him!

Luo Cheng easily turned his head to the side, pinched the numb point on Dominic's wrist with one hand and pressed it down, and held a fork in the other hand, and stabbed his palm right in the blink of an eye. wear!

The bald man let out a howl that didn't sound like a human voice. As soon as Luo Cheng let go of him, he rolled onto the ground clutching his hands, rolling and screaming.

His fat body shivered into a ball, blood seeped from between his fingers, and was rubbed everywhere on the greasy ground.

"My hand! My hand is broken! You bloody devil, Satan! My hand! Help me, help me—"

The prison guards came late, and after seeing the situation clearly, they looked at each other helplessly for a moment, and finally decided to send the one rolling on the ground to the infirmary.As for the one standing aside watching the show with his hands in his pockets, the prison guard who had already practiced perfectly handcuffed his hands numbly and took him to solitary confinement.

The iron door creaked shut, and the dark and narrow room was filled with a foul stench of sweat and feces.Luo Cheng sat down against the wall familiarly, listening to the footsteps outside the door fading away, closed his eyes and started counting the seconds.

At the 11408th second, the regular sound of boots of the prison guards came from outside the door, moving quickly from far to near.

Luo Cheng stood up, the door of the confinement room was opened, and there were two prison guards standing outside the door, one of them violently slammed on the cell door twice with a baton, signaling him to go out.

Luo Cheng obediently followed him out, and two prison guards escorted him, one on the left and one on the right, and quickly walked through the dimly lit corridor.

After a few turns, he was pushed into a utility room, and the door was quickly closed.

One of the prison guards stepped forward and uncuffed him. The two took off their hats and nodded to him neatly: "Master Edward."

Luo Cheng rubbed his wrists, looking at one of the two.

The man was also a young Asian, about the same age, height, build, and hairstyle.As for looks, in the eyes of Westerners, Asian faces all look the same.

Another person said: "Master, hurry up and change your clothes, the shift time is almost over."

Luo Cheng quickly took off his prison uniform, and changed clothes with the Asian youth who pretended to be a prison guard.

One minute later, two prison guards escorted the Asian prisoner who was walking slowly with his head down, and brought him back to the confinement room.

The guards at Christmas were far more lax than usual, and Luo Cheng easily got out of it, taking a deep breath of fresh air after two years of absence.

Jian/In the small woods next to the prison, a black Ford car was parked. Luo Cheng opened the door and sat in the back seat, being hugged tightly by both hands.

The young man's laughing voice sounded in his ears: "Eddie, welcome back!"

Luo Cheng also smiled and hugged him back: "Al, my ribs are about to be strangled by you."

Elvis let go of him and motioned for the driver to drive.Looking Luo Cheng up, down, left, and right, he shouted: "God, mom is always worried that you are starving and thin inside, why did you grow so much stronger instead!"

Luo Cheng smiled: "The food inside is good, and the inmates often accompany me to exercise."

Two years ago, Luo Cheng fled with Si Chen, and a lot of resources were used before leaving DC, and Helsin, who had been prepared for a long time, caught him.

The moment Luo Cheng saw Helsing, he knew he had failed. No matter how he tried, he couldn't defeat the state apparatus.What's more, because of a damn shower, Si Chen's tail turned back, and it would be impossible to escape with him.

Luo Cheng could only catch him without a fight.

Si Chen was shot by a large dose of anesthesia needles and taken away. Facing Helsing who was handcuffed to him, Luo Cheng calmly said, "No matter what you want to do to him, I advise you to stop—you will cultivate A nightmare, everyone's nightmare."

Helsing raised his head and smirked at him: "I don't need to bother you, Edward."

Soon, Luocheng was imprisoned in Baltimore Prison for a bunch of random charges and was sentenced to 25 years in prison.

If he really went to jail obediently, the world would have been destroyed by the time he came out.

Elvis, who was seriously injured, was finally rescued, but he was left with permanent deafness in his left ear and irreversible damage to some organs. He stayed in the hospital for more than a year before he was discharged.

Elvis and Lin Zhe have had a good relationship since they were young, and in addition to his wrongful imprisonment this time, Elvis knows that a large part of the reason lies with himself.

And after going through a life-and-death situation, he finally understood what a terrible dead end he had gotten into.

After being discharged from the hospital, Elvis immediately rushed to Baltimore and met with Luo Cheng.

By the Christmas of the first year after the war, they finally successfully implemented the escape plan.

It was the first time planning such an exciting event, and Elvis was so excited that he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Looking at him for a while, Luo Cheng probably couldn't think of anything serious, so he could only remind him: "Al, where's 'his' information, have you brought it?"

Elvis suddenly remembered it, and quickly took out a file bag from the secret compartment under the seat, and couldn't help complaining: "It took me a lot of effort to get this! Obviously I'm from the research institute. The owner, those guys in the laboratory actually forbid me to enter? That bad old man Helsing is really getting more and more crazy!"

Luo Cheng took the file bag, and looked through the documents and photos inside by the light of the street lamp.

Looking at it, his body began to emit bursts of cold air.

After quickly reading all the materials without saying a word, he pressed his forehead, closed his eyes forcefully, and asked restrainedly, "In the past two years, it was Roger Helsing who led the 'Son of God' project?"

Elvis had also read all these materials before, and the heinous experiment content in it, even if it didn't happen to him, still made him feel cold all over, and couldn't help but burn with anger.

It's completely inhuman and insane, and even the fascists couldn't think of a more "creative" way to torture people than that.

It was hard for him to imagine what kind of terrible life the child of Artemis, who was born and nearly killed by him, had lived in the past two years.

Elvis: "It's him."

Luo Cheng clenched his fists tightly and crumpled the paper into a ball.

"That old ghost is now a high-ranking official of the Security Bureau. Tonight at the White House Christmas party, he is responsible for the security of the president." Elvis patted his tense shoulders and said, "Don't worry, Eddie, I've paid off a guy in the lab, and we've made arrangements at the port, so we'll be fine tonight."

Young man, Flag can't stand up indiscriminately.

Luo Cheng didn't have the strength to complain now, he let out a deep breath and said, "I hope."

Near the early morning, they finally arrived at the Rogers Research Institute.

The tall buildings standing on the street can no longer see the traces of the raging fire. As one of the landmark buildings in the DC District, it is still brightly lit even in the middle of Christmas night.

The car drove into the underground garage, Elvis and Si Chen took the elevator to the third floor above the ground, and the responders helped them open the security door of the room where Si Chen was detained.

In the middle of the dark room stands a huge cylindrical water tank with a diameter of about six meters. A slender black shadow of more than two meters floats still in the center of the water column. His long hair is floating in the dark shadow, like a ghostly cloud .

Luo Cheng walked to the side of the column and looked up at him.

Si Chen's expressionless face slid across the flickering water, and his sharp and coquettish features were gathered in the faintly visible dark light, like a mythical siren.

He opened his eyes suddenly, looking down with dark silver eyes.

Those eyes reminded Luocheng of lakes deep in dense forests, and remote mountain caves that were rarely visited by people.

Ice cooling deadly bewitching.