Chapter 598 Prison Life

In San Diego, in a certain heavily guarded prison, it's time for another release.

Little Lowry put his hands in his pockets, yawned lazily, and followed the people in front of him step by step.

"Yo..."

He was taken by prison guards to the playground surrounded by barbed wire, and the inmates spread out to move freely. He looked up and looked around the small place, and saw Pablo sitting on a simple stand made up of several rows of broken wooden chairs, watching him , quickly raised his chin to him, and walked over.

"You start smoking early in the morning? Don't wait until you go out and give up!"

Pablo glared at him resentfully, and then winked at a strong man who was also of Latino-African descent beside him.

Little Lowry sat in the seat where the man obediently stepped aside. After spending the difficult years in prison, Pablo gradually formed a small gang in this prison, mainly Latin immigrants with black ancestry. Supplemented by a small number of black Americans, there are about seven or eight people. This stand is their territory. "Has the news come in from Barron?"

"Well, the next court session will be in fifteen days, no, after fifteen working days." Pablo said: "You should behave better in court then!"

"Didn't Barron say that without the AK, the prosecution would not have enough evidence to dismiss the appeal?" Little Lowry yawned again. "Beforehand, I can't afford to hire that vampire lawyer."

"Little Binny will help. Barron has to work obediently if he doesn't want to die."

Pablo saw a white man approaching cautiously, shut his mouth, and kicked his subordinates who were squinting and basking in the sun in the lower stands.

The subordinate looked around vigilantly, then reached into his clothes, fumbled out a small plastic bag, and quickly exchanged a green rice knife with the white man.

"Starting tomorrow, stop business."

Pablo stuffed the rice knife he turned in into his pocket and said.

"Waht?" The subordinates all looked at him.

"Little Lowry is about to be released from prison, OK?" Pablo glared at them, "He can't have any accidents at this time."

"Well, congratulations Lowry."

"Congratulations."

The gang members suppressed their jealousy and stretched out their fists to express their congratulations.

"After I get out, I will make money and continue to fish for you." Little Lowry said to Pablo with a sob after clenching his fists.

A large part of Pablo's 12-year sentence was to help him cover the crime. Even without AK as a key witness, it would be much more difficult to overturn the previous confession.

"Well, Little Binny will arrange everything. APLUS must be frightened by the AK incident. He dare not do anything to you."

Pablo said: "When you get out, help me keep an eye on Barron and ask him to come more. I need new testimony to be safe."

"Hey, don't worry."

After basking in the sun for ten minutes with Pablo, "Shall I play golf?"

"Go."

He pulled up two accomplices and walked to the bottom of the basketball hoop without saying a word, only staring at a few black people who were playing in full swing with cold eyes.

The opponent didn't speak after discovering their existence, and put down the ball tacitly, and stepped back.

'Boom, boom...'

Picking up the basketball, he dribbled it lightly and skillfully a few times, and then made a three-step layup. The basketball was beautifully hollowed into the frame. He stuck out his tongue, and happily clapped hands with his accomplices in celebration.

"Chicago, Chicago, Chicago, Chicago, RapGod, RapGod..." the accomplice sang his song flatteringly.

"Shut up!"

The good mood is gone in an instant.

"Lowry! Lowry II!" At this moment, a prison guard shouted his name.

"What's the matter?" He and Pablo looked at each other suspiciously, and walked to the prison guard honestly.

"You will be transferred back to Chicago." The prison guard said, looking at the document in his hand.

"What? Why? I still have fifteen days to attend the appeal..." He was in a hurry and refused loudly: "I want to see a lawyer! I have the right to see a lawyer! Pablo, Pablo!"

"I don't care what your lawyer is, I only act according to the documents of the superior." The other party replied with a wink,

Two prison guards drew their batons and approached.

"Don't fight Lowry!"

Pablo quickly shouted, "I'll call Barron!"

"Quiet, prisoner!"

"I only have fifteen days to go, fifteen days..."

He was so anxious that tears came down, and he remembered that there were still goods hidden in his room, and shouted: "I want to pack my personal belongings!"

"I'll send it to you."

Two prison guards picked him up and sent him all the way to the waiting escort car.

"Congratulations, you are going home, big star..."

The prison guards in charge of escorting the car grinned and handcuffed his hands to the special iron cage. Then one sat in the car holding a shotgun, and the other went to sit in the passenger seat.

The car starts and drives away from the prison after going through several checkpoints.

He turned his head and silently looked at the outer wall of the prison that he had only seen once when he came here, and fell asleep in a state of turmoil.

"Here we go, prisoner!"

Waking up while the prison guard was uncuffing his handcuffs, he was roughly pulled out of the car again. He heard the roar of the plane, and stretched out his hands reflexively, asking another police officer standing across from him to cuff his hands. Then accept the body search obediently.

It seemed that I was not the only one who was transferred to another prison, and there were a dozen other prisoners of various types, some of whom seemed to be repeat offenders, wearing shackles and covering their heads.

"What's going on here? Captain!?"

It turned out to be a normal passenger plane. The passengers who were already seated immediately protested in horror when they saw the prisoners filing in. After being told by the captain not to worry, it was just a normal transfer of criminals, they had no choice but to accept that the plane took off quickly. After vigilantly observing the police officers and prisoners who were concentrated at the front of the cabin, they felt that there was no danger, so they began to sleep one after another, to pass the time.

"Yo, little Lowry?"

He was bewildered when he heard a black accent coming from behind him, turned around, and saw a black guy wearing earphones, "Hey! It's really you!?" The other party was very excited, "I didn't expect that."

"You are?" He hadn't communicated with ordinary people for a long time, and he looked at the police officers around him with some fear, and asked after receiving no feedback.

"I like your song..." The other party hummed a few words, "Look..." He turned on the Walkman again, took out the cassette inside and held it out.

It’s a transcribed cassette, with some handwritten song titles on the A side labeled ‘Chicago Rap’, all of which are hip-hop songs, and he saw the words second-hand shop at a glance, and most of the others were APLUS songs, ‘The’, ‘ShowMeTheMoney’, etc. Wait, there's 'Ain'tCha' in Seoul.

"Thank you for remembering me." He said with a bitter smile, feeling a little sour in his heart.

"Yeah! Cool Man, are you still writing songs?" the other person asked.

"Of course, I... I saved some."

"When you release the song, I will buy it, touch one?" The other party stretched out his fist.

"Well……"

He took his hands that were handcuffed on the armrests, and looked at the police officer beside him again.

"Don't think about it." The other party who was focusing on the newspaper responded coldly.

"Sorry..." He could only force a smile to the other party.

"It's okay, then sign it for me." The other party took out the pen and paper and threw it over. He signed it with his cuffed hands, "Uh, can you..."

The police officer impatiently helped pick up the pen and paper, and handed it back, "Don't talk too much with the prisoner." At the same time, he warned the buddy behind.

"OK, OK..."

It fell into silence again, depending on the situation, it was just an ordinary transfer, maybe it was because of the need for an appeal? He looked at the blue sky and white clouds all the way out of the window. Gradually, the skyscrapers of Chicago came into view, and the plane landed. As soon as he stepped out of the cabin, he could smell the familiar Chicago smell: cold and strong wind.

"Quick! Quick! Don't stop!"

The prison guards pushed the shivering prisoners down the airstairs, and then someone gave them bloated and ugly cotton clothes, and they took a lot of clothes and got on the bus. It was another boring drive, body search, and transfer.

At night, he and his fellow prisoners walked into a local prison in Chicago.

"GD..."

Suddenly, a black prisoner who helped distribute prison supplies whispered to himself, and patted the quilt in his hand.

That's right, Chicago is also his own territory, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief, squeezed out a smile, and raised his chin slightly to thank the other party.

The prisons in the United States are all similar in design. He followed the people in front of him and walked forward honestly. In the cells he passed, the black buddies who were looking at him through the iron doors were full of misfortune and gloat. They were all used to it, "I haven't seen Is he a big star?" He cursed silently and lowered his head, not wanting to talk to anyone yet.

"I want to meet with a lawyer." Before a cell, the prison guard stopped, and he took the opportunity to say.

"Wait until the call time." The other party pushed him in.

It's a double room, not bad, the man on the upper bunk sleeps very hard. In prison, there is often a fight over the lower bunk. This time it can save trouble, and he feels better.

The bed was made lightly, and it turned out that hidden in the quilt was a half razor tied to one end, and a sharpened toothbrush handle on the other end, he couldn't help but smile wryly, it seems that there are not only GD people in this prison...

In any case, get in touch with Barron before talking, and stuff things under the pillow casually.

Human adaptability is very strong. He turned over a few times and slowly fell asleep in a state of confusion and helplessness.

However, I had a strange dream today. In the dream, he was doing some disgusting things, no! He woke up from the dream, and there was a person lying on his back! Pants! ? Pants are taken off!

He almost fainted on the spot due to the bad breath of the other party, "Fuck you!" He immediately yelled loudly, struggling, "Prison guard! Prison guard!"

"Don't cry, girl, I will love you very much."

The man said with a smile, "You have such a good figure..."

"Fxxk! Fxxk!" His strength was completely unable to compete with the opponent, "Prison guard! Help! HELP!"

The curses of the old blacks sounded outside the pitch black, "Don't let people sleep!?" "Stop shouting!"

"Boy, enjoy it, he is our famous lover..." Someone in the cell next door laughed strangely.

"Fxxk! Fuck you! Do you know who I am? Do you know my background!? Mmm! GD! I'm from GD!"

"I'm so lonely, I'm sorry, I thought this prison wouldn't send me another companion in..." The other party remained unmoved and continued to act.

"Fxxk! Die! Die!"

During the struggle, his hand accidentally reached under the pillow and touched something cold, "Go to hell!" He quickly squeezed it tightly and stabbed back.