Chapter 498 Magical America (two updates and ten thousand words)
Beautiful country, California, Pollack Prison.
This is a private prison. In a beautiful country that advocates liberalism, everything can be privatized, including prisons.
Private prisons in the United States have flourished for decades because the country held too many inmates.
This country, which accounts for only 5% of the world's population, imprisons 25% of criminals, ranking first in the world.
And this is how private prisons came into being. This is a "high-quality business" that can make money, can be listed on the market, and earns tens of millions per year, attracting a lot of capital participation.
Pollack Prison is affiliated to CCA Group, the leading private prison enterprise in the United States, and is also the largest prison of CCA.
CCA Group currently has prisons built across the country, housing more than 100,000 prisoners. The company was also selected by Forbes magazine in 2007 as one of the 400 "Beautiful Country's Best Large Companies."
However, although Pollack Prison belongs to the leading company CCA, the life of prisoners here is not worthy of the treatment and reputation of this large company.
Behind the thick gates and layers of barbed wire, high-intensity work is going on here. It is no different from a factory. There are running machines and assembly line operations everywhere.
Every white, black, and Latino prisoner is doing production work just like ordinary workers.
The only difference between them and ordinary workers in the beautiful country is that there will be no labor unions, no strikes, and no need to pay five insurances and one housing fund. Compared with the high labor costs of other factories, this factory has a cost of basically 0 labor gold mine.
At this time, the temperature here was as high as over 30 degrees due to the hot weather. However, let alone air conditioning, there was not even a ceiling fan. All the prisoners were soaked in clothes and dripping with sweat.
They are not so much prisoners as they are tireless slaves on the production line
"It's time to eat."
At noon, the prison guards banged on the iron door with their batons, making a loud noise.
The scene immediately became agitated, with groups of prisoners vying for each other, verbal abuse, quarrels, and even fights occurring from time to time, just to get to the canteen first.
The prison guards present were not surprised, and some were smoking cigarettes Xianxin, pointing, and laughing as if they were watching a monkey show.
They are not afraid of these prisoners making trouble, and the batons in their hands and the guns on their waists are not for work.
If these prisoners don't work hard, they have plenty of ways to deal with them. If they don't obey, they will only force you to commit suicide.
In the canteen, the food here also fully reflects the capitalist's precise control of costs.
The buns and burgers have traces of being bitten by rats, the meat has gone bad, and the vegetables are mixed with bugs. It's not a big deal. In order to keep costs to a minimum, everything is done based on the principle of saving when you can, as long as you don't starve to death.
The prisoners devoured the food at the table, but not all of them ate so badly.
There are also some prisoners who eat much better food, including sausages, cola, salads, grilled chicken, etc.
This kind of private prison has always been a paradise for the rich and a hell for the poor. Without money, you can only do the hardest and most tiring work, with the worst food and poor housing.
For rich people, as long as you have enough money, serving a sentence can be as enjoyable as a vacation.
"Chairman."
Suddenly, rhythmic footsteps were heard outside the canteen, and a middle-aged man walked in.
The prison guards who maintained order were surprised because this was CCA Chairman Novartis Stout, who rarely appeared here on weekdays.
Along with Novartis, there was also a team of medical staff.
"Let people gather."
Novartis said calmly, glanced at the prisoners, and gave the order directly.
There was a sudden uproar at the scene. Under the beatings of the prison guards, the prisoners could only curse and put down the food in their hands, and lined up in front of Novartis with expressions of unwillingness.
"Everyone whose name is called, come to me to draw blood."
Novartis said it in a commanding tone without any nonsense at all.
The medical staff had already brought blood drawing equipment, wore masks, and flashed needles, which caused a commotion among the prisoners at the scene.
"Fake, what are you doing to draw blood? Why do you need to draw blood if everything is fine?"
"Why draw blood? I'm not sick. You can't do this."
"Not only do you squeeze us into working, but you also draw blood. You bastards, I'm going to sue you above."
"No wonder you organized a physical examination for all of us yesterday. You have long been uneasy."
This compulsory order to draw blood immediately aroused the prisoners' resistance. They all became prisoners. Most of them had perverse personalities, but they had no idea of having their blood drawn in vain.
"Do you still need me to teach you how to do things?"
Novartis looked coldly at the prison guard and correctional cadre next to him. The other party suddenly became excited and shouted quickly: "You can't even understand the words, right? Just do whatever you are told. If you don't want to draw blood, everyone should stop eating. You three are hungry." For three days and nights, let’s see who dares to resist.”
While talking, he drew out the baton from his waist and smashed it down on his head and face, causing the black man in front of him to scream in pain.
The other prison guards followed suit and soon became 'friendly' with the prisoners. Finally, with a few gunshots, the scene quickly became quiet again.
The prisoners squatted on the ground unwillingly one by one, looking at the muzzles of the guns that were smoking, and there were several small holes in the ceiling.
They knew that if they continued to cause trouble, they would not fire warning shots, but would actually shoot several bloody gunshots on them.
"Prisoner 731281, come here to draw blood."
The first prisoner number was called, and a white man stood up hesitantly. Only after being kicked twice by the prison guard did he reluctantly walk to the medical staff.
After simple disinfection, the medical staff began to draw blood.
Generally, 400 ml of blood is required for a blood bag. This is also the blood donation policy implemented in Indochina. This amount of blood will generally not cause discomfort to people.
But the current blood drawing was not like this. Two blood bags containing 800 ml of blood were drawn.
When he was whipped from the back, the white prisoner's face turned pale, he clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on his neck popped out. He looked not in a good condition.
You know, if the human body loses more than 1,000 milliliters of blood, it will cause hemorrhagic shock. You can imagine how cruel it is to directly draw 800 milliliters of blood at a time.
"Next one, number 102128, come here."
"Number 947127, draw blood, hurry up."
"You have a stomachache and you can't draw blood? Even if you have a funeral tomorrow, you still have to donate your blood to me today."
Soon, one prisoner after another was forced to complete the blood drawing, and the bags of blood were placed in the refrigerator for storage.
There would be resistance from time to time, but unfortunately the prisoners' fists were no bigger than the guards' fists, and in the end everyone had their blood drawn.
Only some prisoners suffering from infectious diseases were lucky enough not to have their blood drawn, as their blood was distasteful.
These prisoners secretly rejoiced, never expecting that their dirty blood could become a talisman at a critical moment.
All the blood was finally loaded onto cold chain trucks and transported and shipped uniformly.
Mo country!
Tijuana Group, in the underground warehouse of the city's slums, the boss of the Tijuana Group, the cartel, is meeting with CCA Chairman Novartis here.
Both sides have their own manpower, but comparing the two sides, the cartel's people are obviously better.
In addition to being super soldiers, there were also two genetic warriors with cold eyes and wearing three-meter reproductive suits, which made the bodyguards brought by Novartis feel weak.
"Mr. Carter, we meet again."
Novartis's face lost the cold look in front of the prisoners, and there was a warm smile on his face. He opened his hand and gave it a hug.
This is not the first time the two have met. The Tijuana Group's smuggling business is spread all over the beautiful country. Tianyuan hair growth liquid, myopia pills, and weight loss pills are all hot sellers. Many forces engaged in the underworld and gray industries have become these. The products are rolled off the production line, helping to sell these products, and also allowing these products produced by the Jieko Group to bloom all over the beautiful land, making it impossible to stop them.
"Let's take a look at the goods first. This is our first blood transaction. Novartis, please don't fool me with some dirty blood, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind."
The cartel looked at the cold chain trucks brought by Novartis without much enthusiasm. Although the cartel's attitude was a bit lukewarm, Novartis had no dissatisfaction, or rather he did not dare.
He also wants to continue to buy bulk goods from the Tijuana Group. Those pharmaceutical products such as hair growth solutions are highly profitable and low-risk, making them more profitable than operating a private prison.
Even though the private prisons owned by Novartis hold hundreds of thousands of prisoners, and the occupancy rate of the prisons reaches over 80%, and the profit is guaranteed to be exploited, but compared with the money earned from helping to sell hair growth liquid, myopia pills, and weight loss pills in bulk, it is still far behind. Less, only opium can compare profits.
As a proper seller's market, Novartis naturally does not dare to offend the cartel.
"Of course, Mr. Cattell, you know me. I am the most honest person in business. All blood is drawn after physical examination. There is absolutely no problem. You can ask your people to go up and check."
Novartis's chest beat loudly, and he turned around and waved to his men.
As the cold chain trucks opened one after another, what came into view were rows of blood bags, densely packed and stored. This scene was enough to shock the jaws of ordinary people.
"Go up and check the quality."
Carter said, and a team of doctors stepped forward, set out various instruments, and started sampling and testing on the spot.
"Mr. Cartel, look at this money."
Novartis rubbed his hands, his eyes burning.
"There is no problem with the goods. Your money is indispensable. You still can't trust the credibility of our Tijuana Group."
Cartel glanced at Novartis, with such a strong aura that even Novartis, a black-hearted capitalist, was a little frightened.
"That's not true. The Tijuana Group has never made any mistakes. It's just that the investigation in the United States is strict now. The previous payment channel has been abandoned. We have to find a new safe transfer channel."
"It's a small matter. Our money can be available at any time. How to clean it is your own business."
Cartel chatted with Novartis all the time, watching the blood tests over there.
After a while, the doctor doing the random inspection nodded to Cartel and said: "BOSS, the goods are fine and of sufficient quality."
Carter nodded slightly and was about to speak.
Suddenly, a genetic warrior who had been standing behind the cartel suddenly moved, rushing forward and kicking sideways.
But in the hands of the person brought by Novartis, a bodyguard in black was about to take out a mini submachine gun and fire at the cartel.
The gene warrior moved faster, blasting the air with his kick, kicking half of the bodyguard's body in two. His upper body hit the wall hard, and the splattered blood and minced meat covered the bodies and faces of the surrounding bodyguards.
But this was not over yet. The next second, the genetic warrior stood in front of the cartel, protecting him and rolling continuously.
Immediately afterwards, a bullet was fired. It was a bullet fired from a sniper rifle or an anti-material sniper rifle.
If it weren't for the protection of the genetic warriors, the cartel would definitely be dead now.
The other genetic warrior was now like a gecko, climbing quickly on the wall, and all the bullets fired at him were dodged.
The sudden change caused panic at the scene. Novartis turned pale and exclaimed: "It's none of my business, it's not me."
Every super soldier on the scene raised their guns, and various heavy weapons were also aimed at them.
In the tense and stalemate atmosphere, less than ten seconds later, the charging genetic warrior returned again. A thick and ferocious tail emerged from the biological reproductive suit, wrapped tightly around a man's neck, and dragged him to the ground. , captured alive.
"The assassin should be someone from the CIA."
The gene warrior was holding the crime tool just now, an anti-material sniper rifle, with one hand. With the other hand, he had already picked up Novartis's neck and lifted it up like a chicken.
Novartis was scared to death and exclaimed: "I was wronged! It really has nothing to do with me. I really didn't know someone from the CIA had infiltrated me. I am so rich and I haven't finished enjoying such a good life. How could he be a CIA spy?"
At this time, Novartis looked broken and wanted to cry without tears.
He didn't expect that he would be involved in this kind of thing. A good deal went wrong, and the assassination had nothing to do with him.
Who doesn't know the background of the Tijuana Group? They are really ruthless people who dare to smuggle at the border and play gun battles with the United States' anti-smuggling forces. They often dispatch helicopters, armored vehicles, tanks and super soldiers to make the United States' anti-smuggling forces miserable.
And behind Tijuana, standing is the Jieco Group, which is the overlord of Indochina. The boss is known as the Czar of Southeast Asia, the cruelest among the cruel. He has no brains. How dare he provoke others? A hundred lives. There’s not enough fun!
The bodyguards brought by Novartis did not dare to move when they saw their boss being arrested, otherwise they would leave faster than the boss.
At the same time, the genetic warrior who blocked the bullet stood up, revealing the cartel who was protected underneath him.
"Let him go, it has nothing to do with him."
Cartel waved his hand. As the leader of the Tijuana Group, he worked for Su Jie and encountered assassinations more than once.
The beautiful country really wanted to get rid of him quickly, but fortunately he had the manpower sent by Su Jie to protect him. In addition, Mexico has its own national conditions here and the Tijuana Group is deeply rooted here. The beautiful country has never been able to eliminate the foundation of Tijuana.
On the contrary, in the past few years, Tijuana has become stronger and stronger. Not to mention calling the shots in Mexico, both black and white are Tijuana's umbrellas, and the beautiful country cannot get any favors.
"It seems that our new business has been targeted recently. Selling blood is too conspicuous and the CIA wants to target us."
The cartel muttered to itself that generally speaking, the CIA had lost many good players on the Tijuana Group and would not easily launch operations.
This sudden attack was probably due to the recent active blood selling, which prompted the CIA to want to crack down on them and warn them.
"Does our blood purchase plan need to be postponed?"
The newly appointed life secretary next to him, who was also a distant relative, whispered.
Snap!
A loud slap sounded.
Carter knocked the secretary to the ground and said with a cold look in his eyes: "Fake, what are you talking about? This is a task assigned by Mr. Su. You can push anything, but not this. Next time you have this idea, Just sink into the sea.”
While speaking, Cartel inadvertently looked to the left and right, and found that the two genetic warriors were paying attention to this place, and his heart was trembling.
He knew that these two genetic warriors were said to be bodyguards, but in fact they were also a form of hidden surveillance.
If he betrays the Jieko Group in any way, today's protector may become a perpetrator at any time.
"It's not like we haven't fought against the CIA. When our Tijuana group is frightened, we will not stop. We will notify you and increase the amount of blood purchased. We are secretly doing it, and the CIA is doing it openly. What's the point? Scared.”
With a cold snort, Carter stepped forward, helped Novartis up with his own hands, and handed over a bearer check.
"This is the amount of this transaction. I will double it for you. After you go back, find more of your colleagues to promote it. The blood we have here is sold at a good price."
Seeing this check, Novartis's eyes suddenly shone with fear, he nodded and said: "Okay, Mr. Cartel, I'm really sorry about what happened today. I will definitely help you promote it later and let my friends come together to make a lot of money." Just wait.”
"I'm waiting for news from you."
The cartel patted Novartis on the shoulder and asked him to leave.
He spent thousands of gold to buy a bone horse, and he wanted to start buying blood on a larger scale, starting from this person.
He was even willing to let the suspected assassin go. This kind of publicity is enough to show the sincerity and importance of the Tijuana Group in the blood business.
Novartis, who was lucky enough to escape, did not disappoint, and soon spread the news that the Jieco Group purchased blood at a high price.
Novartis himself even spread the issue of blood drawing throughout CCA's prisons.
To be precise, not only CCA's prisons, but also private prisons in the entire beautiful country are basically conducting large-scale blood drawing activities. Even the official prisons in the beautiful country have many people doing this secretly.
In addition to prisons, there are various other formal and irregular blood draws conducted in many places in the beautiful country.
For regular blood drawing, doctors from the hospital will personally recommend it to patients. If you don’t have enough money, you can sell blood for money. You can use your own blood to treat your own diseases, and the original soup can be transformed into original food, which is very cost-effective.
If your own blood is not enough, you can also ask relatives and friends to come with you.
Irregular blood drawing is done in the underground black market. The blood selling stations established here are where many poor people choose to sell blood because they are greedy for high prices.
What's more, in the streets and alleys of the beautiful country, many homeless people have disappeared and disappeared mysteriously.
Bankers have also come up with outrageous blood donation loans, which allow you to use your own blood for loans. You do not have to repay the loan when the loan is due, but your blood will be drawn, and the interest will be converted into blood. It can be regarded as a kind of magical advanced consumerism. .
(End of chapter)