Chapter 4: Born gambler

　　 After the trial, he returned to the detention center where he was detained. Leon packed up his personal belongings-two single clothes and a pair of sneakers, plus two hundred dollars and a lighter.
　　 At about four o'clock in the afternoon, he, together with a few minor offenders, boarded the custodial car and started to serve his sentence-the MCI Correctional Imprisonment Center south of Boston.
　　 Going to prison to escape the Irish Gang’s pursuit is not a brilliant idea. Relying on Fan Chen’s intelligence and matching Leon’s body, it is not an impossible task to deal with Frank and them in Boston.
But Fan Chen didn’t want his new life to become a police drama of fighting wits and gangs. He would rather send himself to jail, so that Fox-Leon can completely cut off contact with the outside world so that his consciousness can interact with the outside world. This body is completely fused together.
　　 So far, Fan Chen often still has the trance that he had when dreaming. The consciousness seems to be separated from the body. This is related to the inability of the new consciousness to match the memory of the original body.
　　 It is clearly a calm, rational, and extremely agile consciousness, but what is connected is a vague and muddled life memory, which is not chaotic.
Although the prison environment is bad, the life is regular, single and hard. Fan Chen feels that this powerful-looking body has become more and more empty due to years of punching, alcoholism, gambling, and beauty. This is very healthy for Fan Chen in his previous life. Said it is intolerable.
　　 Fan Chen hopes that during his two months in prison, he can truly rebirth his body and consciousness while avoiding social troubles.
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　　In the custody car, sitting next to Leon was a small black man. He was also sentenced to two months in prison for theft, but this guy is not a badass, but a habitual offender.
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　　 He sat next to Leon, humming a song that he didn't know what tune, and shaking his head, as if he was not going to prison, but taking a car for an outing.
Soon he noticed Leon, because compared to the other dejected guys in the car, Leon calmly drove to work, so he leaned forward and said softly, "Hey man, it looks like you are in for the first time. , Do you want a cigarette? I can get it. My name is Simon, Simon Carlisle."
Leon squinted at the small black man, looked at his expression and thought: "Black man, he is about 5ft7 tall, and his eyes look very sincere, but this shows that there is a ghost in his heart. The skin is a little dry and the nose will be unconscious. Twitching, he should be an addict, such a guy won’t have any good ideas in his stomach."
　　 The little black man would not have thought that in just a short glance, Leon had already seen his foundation seven or eight.
　　 Simon Carlisle didn’t know how many times he went to jail. Half of his life was stealing and taking drugs, and the other half was spent in jail. A light prisoner like the MCI Correction Center is simply his second home.
But this second home is a bit bad and it’s hard to get the goods. Of course Carlisle knows the way in the prison, but he needs money, so every time he goes to jail, he will hook up with a few new people so that he can get money in it. Buy goods.
　　 This time he stared at Leon, because among the six people in the car, only Leon was a new face.
　　Fox-Leon’s life is decadent and corrupt, but the legal record is very good. He never commits any crimes, but Fan Chen will experience prison life for the first time after his possession.
　　 "Are you from the Irish Gang?" After glancing at Carlisle, Leon asked.
　　 Carlisle glanced at Leon with an exaggerated expression of disbelief, then shook his head and said softly: "Are you a fool? How come there are black people in the Irish Gang? I'm Rick Marvin's subordinate..."
Most of Boston are of Irish descent, and racial discrimination is quite serious. For example, in this custody car, there is only Carlisle, a black man and Leon, a mixed race, and the other four are white-skinned whites. This is why Carlisle came to Leon. one.
When Carlisle heard Leon’s question, he guessed that Leon might have a dispute with the Irish Gang, which increased Carlisle’s interest in him. Leon needed a guide in prison, so two thoughtful People caught up in the custody car.
　　 More than two hours later, at dinner time, a car arrived at the destination, MCI Correction Center. It is located in the southwest of the town of Volpol. It is a modern prison that combines correction and imprisonment functions.
　　 After arriving at the prison, Leon and his team went through a body search and personal belongings, followed by a simple physical health check and sanitation and disinfection, put on an orange prison uniform, and began his short life in prison.
　　 Everyone in the prison is a single room. Although the room is not spacious, it is not dark and damp. On the contrary, it is dry and ventilated, and the environment is good. Various basic daily necessities are also available.
Because they missed dinner time, Fan Chen and his party were arranged to have a separate meal in the cafeteria. The cafeteria is large and spacious, and the dishes are also very good. Chicken salad, ham, omelette, and some grilled lamb chops-although grilled It's not too tasty.
　　 Simon Carlisle is very familiar with this place. This is the fifth time he has come here to serve his sentence. He also greeted the cook in the cafeteria during the meal. After eating, they were taken back to the room to rest. The bedtime in the prison was always very early.
This is good for Leon, since he crossed the body on the boxing ring on the night of the 1st, knocked down his opponent in the ring, injured Mark-Willis and his party, then ran to the North District nightclub to make trouble and was arrested by the police. He was interrogated and then went to court for trial. In a few days, he never had a good night's sleep.
Sometimes Leon felt that maybe he lay down and had a good night's sleep, and when he woke up the next day, he would find himself lying on a bed in a big hotel in Shanghai. After waking up, his headache would come as expected, and everything would return to normal. , He became Fan Chen again.
This night, Leon slept very heavily. There was nothing around the prison except for a water tower and a few pieces of woods. It was very quiet late at night. Leon dreamed of his mother when he was a child, and dreamed of his fuzzy father Matthews. By the madness of the Celtics' championship night and the death of their mother in 1986, the dream of the Boston riots after the Red Sox lost the championship, the dream of the first girlfriend, the first intimate contact............
Woke up by a sharp whistle in the morning, Leon found that he was sweating. He looked around, white walls, wooden cabinets, and sinks. He got up and looked in the mirror again. He was still a black-haired biracial boy. He is no longer Fan Chen, but only Fox-Leon.
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The management of American prisons is not as strict as expected, especially in light prisons like MCI. After completing simple morning exercises and eating a good breakfast, they enter free time. Some people choose to exercise while others choose to read books. Read the books in the library, some people will go to the court to play, and of course there will be some restless guys gathering together to do the whole thing.
　　 Simon Carlisle was one of them. He soon found an organization in prison, a small prison group composed of people of color in prison. Carlisle also pulled Leon to introduce him.
The head of the small group is a small black man of about fifty years old, named Samal Simmons. He is an old gambler. At the same time, he does a part-time job of selling goods, but he never touched him. Ten years ago, he was caught for a manslaughter. Sentenced to 15 years in prison, three years ago, the sentence was commuted and sent to the MCI Correction Center. Because of his cunning and talented leadership, he became the leader of the MCI colored group.
　　Because he is flexible and good at camping, this guy is one of the few guys in MCI who can get the goods, so he is very tasty. Naturally, addicts like Carlisle will look for him as soon as he comes in and draw a head.
Leon looks tall and strong. He is a nice little brother. Simmons, who was well informed, quickly learned that this guy had destroyed the results of the Southern Irish Gang leader Frank's boxing match a few days ago and also hit three places. Fighter's amateur boxer Fox Leon.
"You are amazing. You dared to fight Frank right, and went to the prison to avoid the pursuit. I heard that your legend is circulating throughout the southern district of Boston, how to knock Kleiman down with one blow, and how to solve three problems in the toilet. The thug, there is Mark Willis in it." Simmons said to Leon with a somewhat gloating tone. Black people in Boston will always hate Irish people.
Without a word, Leon looked at the little old man in front of him, sitting on the stone platform in the playground, pretending to be dignified when speaking, and deliberately raised the collar of the prison uniform slightly, but kept holding his hands. Together, rub the stack of playing cards around.
"Gambler." A word crossed Leon's heart. From Simmons's performance, Leon guessed that this guy is a gambler in all likelihood. He has a gambler's unique bluffing temperament. At the same time, the card does not leave his hand. Up to this point.
　　 "Mr. Simmons, I want to make a bet with you." Leon said suddenly.
　　 "What?" Simmons was taken aback. UU reading www.uukanshu.com didn't expect this guy to bet against himself when he first came. It seems that he didn't know he was the number one gambler in MCI.
"I bet that the total of the first three cards in your hand does not exceed 21 points. If I win, you have to do me a favor. If I lose, I will send it with you." Leon said confidently .
Simmons rolled his eyes and thought about the cards in his hand. He remembered that the first card should be a club Q, which already has 12 points, and the probability that the other two should add up to more than 9 points, so he clicked Nodded, and put three cards out on the stone platform.
　　 Everyone around them craned their necks to look over. Simmons turned over the first card. It turned out to be a club Q at 12 o'clock. The surrounding guys booed and felt that Leon was dead this time.
　　 opened the second one, it was a square piece 8! So that the two cards already had 20 points, Simmons glanced at Leon squintingly, with an expression of "you will have to listen to me from now on", and at the same time opened the third card, but he unexpectedly exclaimed.
　　 An ace of spades! 12 o'clock, 8 o'clock, 1 o'clock, add up to exactly 21 o'clock, and Leon said that the three cards add up to no more than 21 o'clock, and the 21 o'clock is naturally included. Leon won. Simmons's face changed from sunny to dark. He didn't expect to be embarrassed by this kid when he first arrived, but he still held back his breath and said, "Good luck, welcome, welcome, you win."
　　 "It's not luck. Since I won, I have to win something back. Do me a favor." Leon said with a smile. Simmons would not have thought that standing in front of him was not a thug, but a natural gambler.
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