Chapter 1444 Research on Manipulation (X)

With a series of metal collision noises, the prisoners in the cell stood up one after another, walked to the door and lined up, waiting for the prison guard to open the door and take them out for fresh air.

There were only three people in Bruce's cell. He deliberately waited for a while, let Bane stand in the first place, and he and Tang En stood in the back. Bane was the first to bend down and pass through the narrow cell door, while Bruce, who was behind, paused for a moment and said to Tang En in a mocking tone: "Without Big Dog, who are you going to find later?"

Tang En swallowed his saliva and seemed a little confused. Without Bruce's reminder, he also found that he was now the easiest to bully in this cell, just like Jimmy before.

But unlike Jimmy, he did not officially join any gang, and only had Big Dog as a backer. After Big Dog died, he didn't even have a way to join a gang. His two cellmates obviously didn't intend to protect him. Tang En was very scared now.

Let's not talk about the Bandage Killer. Although he behaved a little coldly, he had not yet shown any aggressive behavior. However, the new cellmate Bane was a violent maniac no matter how you looked at him. He was much stronger than the big dog. If Bane bullied him like the big dog bullied Jimmy, he would hardly survive the first round.

Seeing the expression on Tang En's face gradually turn into panic, Bruce silently turned his head back and walked out under the guidance of the prison guard.

After arriving at the exercise area, Bruce did not stop. He walked towards the group of the most experienced serial killers in the prison and sat down in an inconspicuous corner. Although he did not communicate with anyone, he had already explained his identity to other gangs.

Few people in the prison were willing to provoke this group of killers. After all, other criminals were just for profit, but this group of killers completely enjoyed killing. Most of them suffered from pathological mental illnesses. Most of the conflicts of interest between gangs would be stopped at a certain point, but a madman who was ill would definitely kill.

Moreover, this group of lunatics had no intention of getting involved in drug or cigarette transactions. Most of them did not smoke, drink or take drugs. They were strong and had good living habits. Their only hobby was reading books or newspapers. This did not conflict with other gangs, so they lived in peace.

"Are there any newspapers?" Bruce looked up at a thin scholar and asked.

"You can't all count on me." The scholar complained with a frown. He grinned to one side from time to time, and then shrugged his shoulder on that side, which looked like the sequelae of polio.

"I'll find a way to get two journals in next week." Bruce sat on the ground with his hands on his knees, and it was obvious that the people around him were attracted by his words and turned to look at him. Bruce then added: "But don't expect the latest version. They can't figure out the complicated serial numbers."

But the others still gathered around, and they shifted the topic to the latest academic achievements they saw before going to prison. Bruce chatted with them casually, but his eyes were on Bane at the edge of the exercise area.

This extremely strong big guy naturally attracted the attention of various gangs. The gangs in the prison are most in need of two types of people. One is the little guy who is completely inconspicuous, has never offended the prison guards, and seems to be innocuous. Such people can help them transport contraband. The other is the big guy who keeps looking for trouble, showing his violent temperament and making people afraid. This can help them keep the contraband.

Bane obviously belongs to the latter. His body is the strongest in the entire prison. Even if you don’t look at the tubes behind his head, you can see that he is a modified person just by looking at his muscle mass. This kind of criminal who writes violence on his face can well deter those opponents who want to start a fight, and naturally the most popular with the gangs.

The Border Gang and the Neo-Nazis both sent people to tentatively lean over there. The black gangs did not move for the time being, but it can be seen that they are also interested. The rest of the people also focused their attention on that side, wanting to see who can get this strong beast.

The Border Gang first sent a Latino to walk towards where Bane was. Bane was still sitting on the ground. He didn't move when he saw the newcomer. He just stared at him with his eyes under the mask.

Bruce knew very well how much pressure Bane's eyes could give people. The Latino obviously slowed down when he approached Bane. He seemed to have forgotten the prepared words and just stood two meters away from Bane and stared stupidly.

Suddenly, Bane stood up. The Latino instinctively took two steps back. There was a burst of snickers from the crowd around. They didn't understand how much pressure they would encounter in the shadow of Bane's huge body. They just thought that the Border Gang was a group of soft eggs. They were scared before they really took action.

One of the leaders of the Border Gang couldn't sit still. He had to get back the place and pay for the poor performance of his subordinates. So he called two followers, walked over with his arms swinging, raised his chin to Bane, and said in English with a Spanish accent: "Hey, big guy, why don't you say hello to my companions?"

"I didn't see that he wanted to say hello." Bane said in a buzzing voice. He tightened the muscles of his arms, pushed away the Latino standing in front of him with a very rude movement, walked to the front of the white leader, and then hit his chest with his hand and said: "You should know that I can twist your heads off before the anklet discharges."

The leader sneered and said: "Then you will be locked up in a solitary confinement cell without seeing the sun. Don't even think about doing it, stupid guy, unless you want to be tortured by the special imprisonment measures formulated by Amanda, that crazy woman, for the rest of your life."

Bane breathed out of his nose, stared at the leader blankly and said: "What do you want to do?"

"We just want to come over and say hello to you."

"Now that we've said hello, get out of here."

"Something is wrong." Bruce with red eyes turned his head and looked at the other self beside him , and said: "Bane's behavior just now is different from the first time I met him. He behaves like a brainless reckless man."

"Maybe he wants to disguise himself as a reckless man." Bruce with blue eyes narrowed his eyes and focused on Bane's movements, and said: "Tightening muscles can better show the arm circumference and highlight the strong body. When standing, put the center of gravity backward and push the hips forward to emphasize the masculine characteristics. The hands are not protected in front of the body, but on both sides of the body, showing a fearless momentum."

"He keeps strengthening his body expression, and uses short language and straightforward words to imitate the way he speaks, making people think that he is just a big fool with strong limbs and a simple mind. You see, the people of the Border Gang are fooled, right?"

"Why does he do this?" asked Bruce with red eyes.

"If it were me, when facing an unfamiliar environment surrounded by enemies, I would hide my most important weapon as a trump card."

"Even though he already has such a strong body, he still thinks his wisdom is more important?"

"Perhaps his wisdom is stronger than his body." Blue-eyed Bruce stared at the tubes behind Bane's head and said, "From the sloppy method of the doctor who connected the tubes to him, it can be seen that he is not precious as an experimental subject. It is very likely that he is a model used for initial drug testing."

"This model will not be stored for too long." Red-eyed Bruce continued his words and speculated, "Laboratories that conduct illegal human experiments will regularly destroy these consumables, and Not only was he not destroyed, he also escaped from the laboratory with these broken tubes, and even got in touch with Amanda. "

"I have no doubt that Bane used Amanda. He made Amanda think that he was just a reckless big guy and an easy-to-control killing tool, so he came to the ordinary cell. "

"If his goal was to escape from prison, he could have left long ago. Amanda was deceived by him and did not use the harsh special imprisonment measures to deal with him. The security force of the ordinary cell was useless to him. Judging from the muscle mass of his legs, he could even jump out of the electric fence directly. So why didn't he leave?" Blue-eyed Bruce frowned and said with a slightly puzzled tone.

"Bane must have a special purpose for staying here on purpose. We must first figure out what he wants to do before we can make the next plan."

After the words fell, the blue-eyed Bruce disappeared. He stood up from the ground and said to the scholar with glasses standing opposite him: "I'm going to the infirmary to change the bandage on my face tonight. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Nurse... There are old newspapers in the cabinet on the right wall of the nurse's station." The scholar said intermittently: "It's the packaging used by those drug-addicted idiots to transport drugs, but we really need it. Can you get it?"

Bruce nodded, and another rather strong criminal who looked like a farmer stepped forward and said, "Most of what they use are newspapers from last month. If you can get them for us, whoever's deeds are written in the newspaper will help you do things. I guess it's likely to be mine, so what do you want to do?"

"I need a list of prisoners."

"Deal."

On the way back to the cell, Tang En wanted to speak to Bruce several times. Bruce saw his intention, so he walked faster and faster, leaving him far behind, not giving him any chance to communicate.

The time is not yet ripe. Bruce lowered his head, looking at the sheen on the handcuffs and thought that the aroma brought by the fear component was not strong enough, and the fermentation process had not yet begun. Such wine was too sour and astringent to drink.

Listening to the crisp sound of the shackles rubbing against the ground, Bruce began to recall when he could come up with such a cruel joke as comparing fear to the aroma of wine. Why did he just socialize with a group of serial killers, but no longer felt the slightest anger towards their crimes, but only a kind of contemptuous impatience, and even began to miss his drinking and card friends?

He manipulated Jimmy to kill Big Dog, and planned to use fear to force Twain, and had a good chat with the serial killer who had killed more than a dozen people, but Bruce didn't even have a minute to search his mind for possible guilt. He just thought mockingly that the news in Gotham was always much more exciting than their own deeds, and the jokes of the Joker were much funnier than theirs.

In the narrow and dark corridor of the prison, the young man walked forward with a calm face, walked back to the cell with steady steps, and sat back on the bed with a stable posture, as relaxed as if he had returned home - Bruce was indeed beginning to miss home a little.