Wine and Gun

Chapter 481

He knew that Albarino could actually tell at a glance that the bruises were bad, but the latter remained admirably silent.

At the same time, Albarino took out another "D" cake from the jar, and Herstal finally frowned, leaning back and making a mistake, as if to look at him from a distance, Hess Tarr asked, "What word are you spelling?"

Albarino answered him very solemnly: "It's 'SADISM'."

Chapter 118 Chrysalis 02

The leader of the Latin King Gang in the east section of the New Takker Federal Penitentiary is Jerome, a cruel and ruthless Mexican immigrant who has always adhered to the kind of "if cutting your finger can make you obey, then We will never use a gentler way to solve the problem" concept guy - of course, he never personally cut off people's fingers, he usually chooses to command others to cut it with dignity, and when the blood splatters hide far away.

In general, the cronies he sent to cut off people's fingers were generally called "big" Bamond by the inmates in the prison.

The guy nicknamed "Big Man" is indeed a big man. He is about 1.9 meters tall, and his body is covered with knotted muscles. When he walks in the corridors of the prison, he looks like a moving fortress. But there's another reason "big man" is called "big man"—"He's got a really big thing down there, too," Pfister said to Herstal with a peculiar smile; he paused. , and then explained again: "It's spread throughout the Eastern District. After all, Balmond has several 'girls' here."

Of course, girls are not real girls. Hestal knew before he was actually in prison that these scumbags would force some young, handsome and weak prisoners to have sex with them, and some of them were simply exclusive tools for other prisoners to vent their nasty desires, such as It's shocking that someone with a face like Pfister's should not end up like this. And Herstal also knew that if he didn't show strong aggression among these prisoners, he would also end up like this. As for Balmond, he must be happy to see this happen.

All in all, "Big" Balmond is the kind of typical prisoner that appears in all movies: the most comfortable in prison, with a tough gangster backstage, rude, bào force, and when he stands up, he can put other people down. They were too scared to speak.

The fearsome prisoner was working slowly at the moment—he was assigned to a corner of the prison's nearly endless yard during the day's labor, sorting out the piles of lumber in the lumber shed.

No one can say what this kind of work actually means, maybe the prison just wants them to vent their excess physical strength by pushing rocks up the hill endlessly like Sisyphus. Some people even believe that after they have finished their labor, the prison guards will restore all the results of their work, just so that they can work again the next day.

And the wooden shed is a place that every prisoner likes: because half of the shed is in the blind spot of the camera, I don't know how many fights, qiángjian, and other bad incidents that cannot be found by the prison guards have happened in this place, or A great place for inmates to hide contraband and smoke marijuana. The large area that cannot be seen by the camera also means that you can slack off recklessly, and no one will find you sitting in a corner all morning doing nothing.

Right now, Balmond is on the verge of doing nothing. His movement of lumber is slower than that of an eighty-year-old grandmother. Perhaps it is because he is completely insane. When the man who suddenly appeared in the corner of the shed opens his mouth, he realizes that He didn't know when another person appeared in this shed.

The man said in a cold, mean tone: "As a gangster, you are indeed a little too lax."

Balmond turned abruptly, his slack flesh piled into folds around his neck as he twisted his neck hard in the direction of the sound, his cloudy eyes looked into the darkest corner of the lumber shed, and then saw their boss. The guy I wanted to kill with all my heart, Herstal Armalite.

The guy raised his distasteful blue eyes and gave Balmond a cold glance.

"If you want to terrify those people, you've got to kill pretty important people in the Latin Kings."

At the time, Herstal Armalite pointed this out to Isaac.

It was still free time, the two of them chatted in the library, and Herstal glanced at the newspaper in front of him: there were no reports of Sunday gardeners coming back, that's great, Alba The more low-key Lino was, the harder it was for others to realize that he was in federal prison right now.

And as everyone knows, keeping a Sunday gardener low-key is really hard.

"Indeed, but I don't recommend you go straight to Jerome." Isaac nodded—he was a mob boss who was reluctant to meet Herstal's appetite, although he was sometimes smug. It's hard to imagine, but he is at least a reasonable person, and he didn't turn against Herstal because Herstal had also filed a lawsuit for his opponent and sent two of his men to prison.

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