Flamingo

This is a regular room in Stanley Prison.

Song Zijun, who woke up in the pungent smell, opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the unpainted cement roof.

Lying on the hard bedboard, surrounded by a gray wall of cement, a miserable white, eye-unpleasant light was projected from the top of the aisle.

The room is narrow, about five or six square meters in size, and the whole room, in addition to the bed, has a simple squat toilet.

This simple to simple toilet is better in winter, and it tastes sour in summer….

Unfortunately, Song Zijun has been smoked for two days, and fortunately, tomorrow he will not have to “enjoy” the treatment of the new prisoner’s single room, and he can get rid of the nightmare to live in Chase Shop.

Of course, for those who don’t know each other and are soft, I’m afraid Chase Shop is the real nightmare.

Song Zijun, who was a little spicy in the smoke, closed his eyes and repeated his mission to Stanley Prison again.

Unlike what he thought, undercover Han Chen, Huang Zhicheng asked him to wait quietly in Stanley Prison for a club boss who would be transferred to Stanley after two months.

And strive to gain the trust of the other party, and after going out, you can become a member of that community.

“Quanxing Society sitting pavilion Wang Dong, known as Uncle Dong, is different from the brave and ruthless when he was young, he is old and kind… Or after knowing the destiny of heaven, he began to do good deeds and accumulate virtue. ”

“He is fifty-four years old this year, and he was imprisoned for a large amount of black material because of the counterbite of his subordinates, nicknamed “Banfa” Ayong.”

“Of course, why the inside story of the infighting here doesn’t matter to me.”

“My task is to gain the trust of this person who can basically be sure to spend the rest of his life in prison, and to be able to enter the Quanxing Society with a relatively high starting point to investigate the recent rampant arms trade.”

“There are two generals under Wang Dong, Long Fang and Ah Wei can be called their right arms, and the ammunition news, the two definitely know the details, it is very likely that the two are in charge.”

Song Zijun, who closed his eyes, combed through the character relationships of Quanxing Society over and over again.

“Bell bell bell!”

The shrill alarm bell suddenly sounded.

Song Zijun, who opened his eyes, got up and packed up the bed, and then the horn sounded:

“When it’s time to eat, everyone gets up and makes the beds, packs up, and goes to the restaurant half an hour later!”

“Ring the bell!”

When he was cleaning up, a prison guard in green clothes and black hats came over, knocked on the iron pillar of the cell with his baton, and when Song Zijun heard the sound and looked over, he reminded: “51810, after breakfast in the cafeteria, you can change the big room.” ”

“Thank you Sir.” Song Zijun nodded politely.

After cleaning up, by the time he came to the cafeteria, there were already many people lining up.

Looking into the cafeteria, as he saw two days ago, some elder figures had already taken the food that the younger brother had received in line.

Because there are prison guards, there is no need to worry about some fierce characters endlessly cutting the queue.

First received a plastic rice bowl and a dinner plate, Song Zijun endured the stomach that had not eaten much for three days, silently lined up at the back of the line.

“Soon, soon.” Song Zijun, who can only see people in the canteen in the past three days, silently encouraged himself, “If there are many people, there will be those who do not open their eyes, and when there are those who do not open their eyes, there will be one more piece of food.” ”

Because of the unexpected factor of the belly becoming a pot-bellied man caused by the reward, Song Zijun, who was no longer ready to carry a gentle face, silently looked forward to it with bad thoughts.

The inertia brought by his previous life made him temporarily unable to do things that took the initiative to rob people of food.

The team soon got Song Zijun’s turn.

As soon as he handed over the plastic rice, a large spoon stretched out and flipped, snapped, and part of the rice soup in the spoon spilled, which made Song Zijun simply heartache.

Under the prison guard’s hairy feet, Song Zijun quickly stretched out the dinner plate he was holding in his other hand, and in the next moment, a large spoonful of stew was snapped on the dinner plate.

Then a big hand grabbed two steamed buns and covered the dish.

Seeing that there were no other steamed buns except for the dent of slow rebound, except for a big loss on the first day, Song Zijun, who deliberately delayed the back of the row in the past two days, was relieved in his heart.

The guards here don’t like to be clean.

After Song Zijun took his things and found a seat to sit down to eat, some people looked at him and began to whisper mysteriously.

After two days, Song Zijun was also “famous” in prison in some way.

There is no fighting, no communication, no out-of-line behavior, but it can directly affect others deeply, and it can be said that there is no other way except the face.

Song Zijun, who knew this, did not care, but carefully ate the contents of the plate in front of him.

“Hey, boy, is it the incense that worships, the door you entered?”

With a snap, a stack of rice bowls slapped on the table, and after the rest of the people at the same table left to find another seat like snakes and scorpions, a five-year-old and three-thick guy with a fierce face sat down.

At the same time, I don’t know if it was an illusion, after the big man sat down, the entire cafeteria seemed to be quiet for a moment.

“Not in the club.”

Song Zijun put the empty dinner plate aside, Yu Guang glanced at the other party’s untouched meal, and replied.

“What happened and how long was the sentence?” Dahan continued to ask.

“Hurts, a year.”

“Shhh! Manslaughter has only been three years, you kid is powerful, to what extent has he injured people? The big man was surprised and asked curiously.

“I’m afraid this life is a waste.”

Song Zijun thought about it, according to the other party’s injury, it can basically be said that the slightly more important work can not be done in the next life.

It is also the other party’s bad luck, pick when he is hungry, when people are hungry, the anger is not easy to control, and when he wakes up, to be honest, Song Zijun was taken aback by what he did.

“Cruel enough, I’m stupid and I appreciate fighting the most.” The big man gave a thumbs up and continued, “Boy, as long as you mess with me, I’m stupid to make sure you’re okay here, how about it?” ”

“I’m not interested in joining the club.”

Song Zijun naturally can’t join the other party’s gang, otherwise how will he join the “Quanxing Society” at that time?

It doesn’t work to say yes, although it seems chaotic, but the people on this road have their own set of rules.

“Well, you can ask for blessings for yourself, Chang Bai is too handsome, it’s not a good thing here.”

Looking at the prison guards standing against the wall of the restaurant, they were stupid and did not force it, shook their heads and left.

Song Zijun, who did not react for a while, was a little stunned, and when he reacted, he suddenly became cold.

Why, why did he forget about prison glass?

But the next second, he relaxed again.

Fortunately, he has a systematic reward and does not have to be afraid of this kind of thing.

Only he exploded others, but no one else exploded him.

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