Chapter 62: White House Orientation Party (2)

Suddenly, the seventh floor of the white building, which had been turned off, suddenly turned on. Several prison guards surrounded the two new prisoners into the cell area and entered a large room labeled 7R. This is a large prison room of about 500 square meters. 30 iron-framed beds are arranged in three rows. Toilets, bathrooms, dining tables, pantry rooms, and metal cabinets for sundries are all in one space. There are a total of 60 beds and mobility Very strong, generally used for temporary transitions and to save space when the number of people is full. At present, almost all the beds are full, only one upper and one lower bunk in the corner is empty. Their former residents were just transferred to prison in the afternoon.
A black guard with a large waist and a round waist pointed to the vacant iron canopy bed and said to the new prisoner, "That's it, your bed."
Hispanic looked around the bed-framed room and complained, "It's more crowded than I thought."
Another young white prison guard interface: "7S is more crowded, with 120 people. Are you going there?"
"No, just here. If there is a double room available, don't forget to inform me." He walked to the bed holding the handed clothes, and said without looking back. When he saw that young Asian man was about to climb onto the bed frame, he yelled glaringly, "Hi, come on, you yellow monkey! The upper bunk is mine!"
"The guy thought he was here on vacation," the white jail guard said with a smirk.
The latter replied with a bad expression: "His roommates will teach him to recognize reality."
As soon as the words fell, the prisoners who had been awakened by the lights and sounds and kept watching quietly seemed to have received some kind of acquiescence. They all laughed and jumped out of their lying beds and surrounded the two newcomers.
A black man like a tower holding a pack of cigarettes in his hands, said to the Hispanic with a / laugh, "Sleep with me tonight, this is for you."
Immediately, there were several hands of different skin colors, holding hard currency such as cans and postal books, and enthusiastically stuffed the newcomer's nose under his nose:
"Sleep with me, sleep with me!"
"This is worth it, take this!"
"Don't rob anyone from Lao Tzu! His is mine!"
In this coursing battle, the Hispanic blushed, stepped back two steps, and was caught by several hands behind him. With a look of horror, he turned his head back, and saw six or seven bottles of shower gel and skin cream shaking before his eyes:
"I have this, it doesn't hurt!"
"Rest assured, this is very lubricious."
"Go away! Don't mess with me! Leave me alone!" Hispanic yelled, waving his arms, trying to stand out from the crowd, but was stuck in the crowd tightly.
Pushing each other, many prisoners shouted "queuing, in order" and rushed to the front. I don't know who shouted, "ID, ID!" So the crowd roared gradually into two long lines according to the ID card number, holding the small gift in their hands and screaming excitedly. The first two men quarreled:
"I'm ahead! I'm the first!"
"I'll come first, you take a shower!"
Hispanic trembled his lips, his face was as pale as his face, and he cast an urgent look for help to the jail guard standing at the door, only to find that even the law enforcement officers were holding their arms with a smile on their faces, showing that they were watching the excitement, suddenly desperate. Until the two blacks reached an agreement to "get on together", and took off his prisoner's clothes to reveal the tangled upper body, he finally collapsed, kneeling on the floor and weeping, covering his face, yelling incoherently.
The prisoners waiting in line in front of him were overjoyed and burst into laughter.
On the other side, a dozen prisoners around Asian youth looked at each other. Under various offensive offensive words, this handsome-looking Oriental stood up expressionlessly, as if he could not understand a word. One of the most violent Hispanics complained to his associates: "I said earlier that I don't need to waste words with the Chinese. They are either snakeheads or stowaways. Nine of the ten languages ​​are not spoken."
"Don't understand? Don't you understand?" His gang retorted, while reaching out to pinch the of the newcomer-despite wearing a strangely ugly prisoner's clothes, he still couldn't cover the beautiful shape of the young Asian, especially The curves from back, waist and legs are smooth, and the tight hips under the loose fabric are extremely sexy.
Before he could touch the fabric with his fingers, he was strangled by a huge force, and he twisted and shook, and suddenly screamed like a fracture. The young Asian twisted his wrist and tilted his head to look at him. He seemed to appreciate enough of his cold sweat and twisted expression before releasing his finger and letting him bow his arms, like a hot prawn on the floor. Paining up and down.
Hispanics held a canned catfish there, and the young Asian man easily took out the box of canned food, and then stretched out a hand to the prisoners who were surrounded: "I accept the gift, and the others are spared. You do n’t need to do that. polite."
After returning to God, the Latino scolded in shame: "Fuck, what the hell!" Then he rushed to grab the box of cans.
The next second, he slammed back more than two meters away. The onlookers all felt that the young man's left hand and shoulder seemed to be swayed, and even the specific movements could not be clearly seen, and the Latino with his head on the floor stood up and howled.
The new prisoner took away the cigarettes, noodle boxes, and postbooks from the stunned onlookers ... until they couldn't hold them, they nodded slightly and said politely, "Thank you guys. "
"... Kung Fu!" A black man in the dull crowd suddenly seemed to wake up and called out with a changed tone: "True Chinese Kung Fu!"
The prisoners took a few steps back from the tidal wave, staring at the wounded handsome young man with an incredible expression, as if he was a male protagonist who jumped out of those strange Eastern Kung Fu movies.
The prison guards who noticed that something was wrong came over and pressed their batons. "Okay, it's almost OK. Really, every newcomer has to play it again, and it doesn't feel boring."
"Hah, don't you think they are scared to death, kneeling and begging for mercy, no matter how many times they look at it? Is it so funny?" "
"Isn't there an exception?" The middle-aged black jailer smiled and poked the young Asian's arm with the tip of a truncheon. "Good Chinese boy, give these troublemakers some color and see."
The young white prison guard bent over and hispanic with a snot and tears in his face, mockingly said: "Welcome to the 'White House Welcome Party', are our residents enthusiastic enough?"
Hispanic uncle was there, it seemed that the terrible scene before it had not come to pass, but it was a prank that was born out of the boringness of prisoners and the help of prison guards.
But behind this seemingly bad joke, there is still some kind of prison-like detection and judgment of the strong and the weak, just like a group of hyenas nibbling at each other's necks in chasing and fighting, not only for fun. , Even more so that when the same kind of cannibalism can kill each other's throat faster.
"Can I sleep on the bunk now." The Asian young man looked down at him, without a hint of inquiry, and climbed onto the bed frame with a pile of loot.
"At this end of the entertainment time, all go to bed. Whoever makes a fool of it, pull back to" sitting "!" The guard warned with a stick and knocked on the bed frame, then locked the iron door, and the sound of the hard boots stepping on the floor gradually Go away.
Darkness returned to this overcrowded cell. The new Hispanic lay uneasily on his bed. When he noticed that there were still many whispers floating in the silence, he listened carefully, clearly Spanish and English intertwined words, like a beast moving in the night. Minions shuddered in fear.
It's just that he forgot one thing-in this prison jungle, once you emit the smell of prey, predators will appear continuously.
Young Asians piled gifts in the corner of the bed against the wall and slept with clothes. On the bed next to him, a face with obvious Germanic characteristics came over, with brown eyes and blue eyes, deep and straight facial features, and the extremely short hair was a little wild and rough. "Hi," he hesitated, and whispered a greeting. "My name is Alessio, Italian. What's your name?"
Silent silence.
When he thought the other party was unwilling to take care of himself and was about to fall down to sleep, the voice of the young Asian man penetrated the bed railings like a drizzle: "Loe Lee."
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