Chapter 39 Please respect the law!
The sky is still slightly bright.
The prison guard who got up early saw a horrifying scene.
A bearded man in pajamas was hung in the air by his backhand, listless and with a dead look on his face.
The prison guards who didn’t know what was going on were pointing and asking each other.
"What are you doing? What time is it? Aren't you going to change your shift?" Casare came over with two dark circles under his eyes. When he saw a group of people surrounding him, he said with a tigerish face.
Many prison guards hurriedly walked away, and many of them had a good relationship with him.
"Superintendent Casare, who is this?" A prison guard with the rank of sergeant took out a cigarette and handed it over with a flattering look on his face.
Casare hesitated for a moment. They would know it later anyway. He took the cigarette and said in a low voice, "Olivier."
Afraid that he didn't know, he added another Sentence, "He did what happened to Franz yesterday."
The sergeant's eyes widened immediately, but Casare didn't want to say anything more and left with his hands behind his back. Looking at his back, the sergeant swallowed. This news was too shocking.
Within half an hour, almost everyone knew that it was Olivier who was hanging on the playground. They also learned from an insider that it was Victor, the warden, who personally led people to arrest him. Come back.
And a fierce gun battle broke out.
Victor, who was already quite popular in the prison, gained a huge favor again.
“Did you ask someone to tell someone on purpose?” Best looked at Casare and whispered.
The latter was eating chicken rolls, "When you do things, you have to be high-profile, otherwise who will know what you are doing? If you hide everything, you might as well not do it. Do you know this is political prestige?"
Best admitted that what he said was right, but being cautious by nature, he felt that not everyone was convinced by so many prison guards, and some scum were still cooperating with outside drug dealers.
Nothing is going to happen.
Nine o'clock in the morning.
Victor appeared in the playground on time. Casare had arranged for 200 prisoners and 100 prison guards to be "spectators". There were too many people in the Plateau Prison and it was impossible to pull them all out.
If more than 5,000 prisoners really got together and started a riot, it would be no joke.
Victor is not so nervous yet.
I just found a few common thorns to kill chickens and scare monkeys.
This group of prisoners have been taught that they dare not whisper to each other now, but their eyes are filled with anger, and they feel that their dignity has been insulted.
Just as Victor was about to go up and say a few words, he saw Casare walking over in a hurry, "Webster has called Pierluigi."
This name is so familiar.
After thinking about it for a while, it seemed like one of the two deputy directors of the Prison Bureau.
From what Alejandro said, the relationship between these two people was not very harmonious with him. However, after he received the commendation and promotion, the deputy directors were polite to him. Maybe they knew that he was leaving. Come on.
This position is about to become vacant.
Webster walked over with a middle-aged man who looked very capable, with sinister eyes, and he didn't look like he was someone to be trifled with.
"What are you doing? Victor." Pierluigi raised his head and looked at the hanging Olivier, frowning, "It is against the rules to punish prisoners privately."
"Sir, I am illiterate. , I don’t understand the rules.”
“But I know that this is a drug dealer. Yesterday he tried to attack the prison to rescue the prisoners, but we caught him. I just taught him a lesson.”
"Attack? In pajamas? Are you kidding me? Victor." Webster couldn't help but speak next to him.
"You can't shoot while wearing pajamas? You went to a woman's house to sit on the sofa with your butt naked. Don't think I don't know, sir!"
These words almost made the others laugh.
Webster's face turned red. Pierluigi signaled him to stop talking with his hand. He looked at him and took a step forward. The two of them were very close, "I've heard of you, Victor. Your performance recently is very good, but sometimes don’t take it too seriously. I know you are following Alejandro, but he is about to be transferred, so there are some things that are uncertain. "
Victor heard. He laughed at this and turned to look at Webster, "So, you chose to side with him, right?" He looked at his watch, "Sir, the time has come. If you want to give a speech, I think you should go to the tavern, then. The strippers will applaud you. "
Pierluigi raised his eyebrows, showing anger, and stretched out his hand to grab Victor. Unexpectedly, the latter punched him directly on the left cheek. On the way up, Pierluigi stumbled two steps due to carelessness.
Victor went up and kicked him on the ground. Still not relieved, he went up and hit Pierluigi with left and right uppercuts. The attack was not light, and his eyes were suddenly swollen like stones.
Grabbing Pierluigi's hair, Victor leaned into his ear and muttered, "Sir! You have bad breath. What you said makes me so upset. I hate it when others force me to do anything!"
He hit Pierluigi's head directly on the table next to him.
Bounce!
He was lying on the ground like a dead dog, his face covered in blood.
The whole place was quiet.
Webster's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that Victor dared to beat his superior. Is the deputy director not the director?
"Tell someone to take him to the infirmary. The medical expenses will be paid to me."
Victor took out the chocolate from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. The smell instantly swept through my brain, making me feel much better.
He looked at Webster and patted his face, "Warden, you make me very unhappy. You don't have to come tomorrow."
Reverse firing!
Of course he knew what Webster meant. He just saw that he had become more powerful and felt that he would have no say in prison in the future. He was reluctant to give up this right and wanted Pierluigi to suppress him.
Isn’t that what is sordid in the official career?
You, a veteran who has been working for thirty years and is about to retire, can still yell at newcomers.
Victor does not tolerate him.
If you have the temper, give me a shot.
If you don’t have a temper, get out of here.
As for removing him?
You removed someone who was in the news just after he was promoted. Isn’t this a slap in the face to yourself?
As long as I am lawless, no one can talk in my ear.
And even if it's withdrawn, isn't it just a matter of putting some money in?
How much do you want, get it yourself!
Victor ignored Webster and stood in front of the guards and prisoners with his hands in his pockets, "Gentlemen, I will just say one thing. I don't care about the outside world. In Plateau Prison, prisoners are prisoners and guards are guards. , if you think you have the strength, you can challenge me."
"Also!"
Victor raised a finger, "Please respect the law."
He lowered his finger and lit a cigarette for himself. The rope tied to Olivier in mid-air broke and he fell rapidly.
Have you ever seen a watermelon crack?
The blood mixed with brains splashed on the face of the prisoner next to him, and even the criminal who had killed countless people felt chilled at this moment.
"Take care of it."
When the prison guards tremblingly rushed the silent prisoners into the prison, they saw Casare running away panting. come over.
"By the way, pay the sanitation fee in full today. Those who haven't paid it will not be allowed to use the toilet tomorrow. Gentlemen, please don't forget it for your anus."
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Reply When Victor arrived at the office, he received a call from Alejandro. He came up and asked Pierluigi if he was looking for him.
Victor did not hide it, "Yes, but I think you have to go to the hospital to see him."
Alejandro asked: "What's going on?"
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"His face kissed my fist."
I could clearly feel the speechlessness on the other side.
“You hit him?!”
“He may take my place in the future. If you keep him from getting off the stage, he will definitely continue to cause trouble for you.”
"No, he won't take your place, Alejandro, I said so."
"I hope you can always be so confident."
"You definitely didn't come to me just to say these things, right?" Victor took a puff of the cigarette and rolled it around his nose.
The other side was quiet for a moment, as if they had made some decision.
"Do you have access to arms? I want a batch of arms."
"Ahem..."
When Victor heard this, he choked, "Alejandro, are you going to fight with someone?"
Politicians can just use sewer pipes to fight each other.
Stop wasting bullets.
Mainly afraid that you won’t give me money.
This is important.
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(End of this chapter)