Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you." After saying that, Capricorn lay back on the bed and ignored everyone else.

Seeing this, Murphy and Benjamin York wisely returned to their own beds.

Silent all night.

The following morning, the prisoners in the cells gradually woke up.

The first thing many people do is instinctively look at the Capricorn and Scorpio beds, only to find the two already sitting on the edge of the bed, their gazes calm.

The prisoners quickly looked away, not daring to linger.

Soon, Murphy approached Capricorn with a smile on his face: "Boss, do you need us to help you wash up first? It'll be time for your freshman year in a little while, and then you have to go to work."

"No need," Capricorn refused decisively. "Just take care of what I asked you to do yesterday."

After saying that, he and Scorpio got up and walked towards the cell door.

Murphy quickly nodded in agreement: "No problem, don't worry."

Just as the two Capricorns arrived at the door, prison guard Bass also arrived outside.

He glanced at the two men, his expression shifting slightly, but said nothing. He then took out his key and opened the cell door.

"Line up, everyone, come out!" Bass shouted.

Another prison guard gripped his baton tightly, scanning the cell warily.

Capricorn and Scorpio were the first to walk out of the cell, their eyes quickly scanning the corridor.

Prisoners from other cells were also filing out, and the once quiet prison corridor suddenly became noisy.

However, all the prisoners were unusually compliant, because high up in the corridor ahead, a fully armed soldier was holding an assault rifle, coldly looking down at them.

The prisoners were thus orderly escorted to the open space on the first floor of the prison for fresh air.

During the journey, Murphy whispered to Capricorn, "Boss, there are four exercise areas, so we might get separated. But don't worry, I'll definitely find out where Harvey Gates is."

Capricorn nodded slightly.

Sure enough, during the break, Capricorn, Scorpio, and Benjamin York were assigned to the Southeast, while Murphy went to the Southwest.

At this moment, the three Capricorns were sitting on a bench, waiting for news from Murphy and York.

The open space in front is equipped with sports facilities such as a basketball court, where some prisoners are venting their pent-up energy.

After all, this is their only free time during the day.

At this moment, Capricorn noticed a suspicious white man.

This man had a buzz cut, was about 1.8 meters tall, and most notably, both of his arms were in casts.

He was casually looking around, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

Their eyes met briefly in the air.

The other person was clearly taken aback for a moment, then quickly looked away.

Seeing this, Capricorn muttered to himself, "Interesting. It seems there are quite a few people with ideas in this prison."

"Ignore it, completing the mission is the priority," Scorpio said calmly from the side.

Benjamin York, standing to the side, was completely confused, not understanding why they needed to find someone, and dared not ask any more questions.

"Hey! York," a mocking voice rang out, and a thin, brown-haired white man led a group of people over. "I heard you got beaten up yesterday? That cast on your hand is quite something."

"Venice, what do you want?!" York replied irritably.

"Nothing much, just curious to see who beat you up like this," Venice said, her gaze brazenly sweeping over Capricorn and Scorpio. "Just these two? Seriously? You couldn't even beat them? Is the prison food too good, spoiling you rotten!"

Benjamin Yorke's face turned ashen, and he was about to retort.

Out of the corner of my eye, a fleeting afterimage flashed by!

The next second, Venice was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground several meters away, raising a cloud of dust.

"I like quiet." Capricorn's cold voice rang out. He remained seated in his chair, as if he had never moved. "If there's a next time, it won't just be your teeth that are broken."

"Fuck! Kill them!" Venice's men roared and swarmed forward.

Seeing this, Benjamin York shrank back and quickly hid to the side, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

The result is no suspense.

This group couldn't even get Capricorns and Scorpios to stand up.

Scorpion firmly planted his feet on the faces of the two prisoners, ignoring their heart-wrenching screams beneath his feet.

Capricorn grabs someone's arm with one hand, and with a little force, the person screams and falls to their knees.

With his other hand, he pressed another prisoner's head firmly against the chair.

The others were already lying sprawled on the ground, groaning incessantly.

This thunderous scene instantly drew the attention of all the prisoners in the exercise yard.

Seeing this brutal yet efficient subjugation, the crowd looked shocked and began to discuss among themselves.

"That's Venice? Just like that, trampled underfoot? Who are those two people?"

"Looks like he's new here from yesterday, so fierce? Looks like things are about to change in prison."

"Not necessarily. What's Venice compared to this? Lope is the real king here. He lives in a private room and even has a TV."

"That's because they have money from their business outside, so the warden just turns a blind eye."

Amidst the clamor of discussion, Capricorn keenly noticed that the man with both arms in casts was looking solemnly at the subdued Venice and his group.

Tatata!

A flurry of footsteps approached as a large group of prison guards rushed into the exercise yard, quickly surrounding Capricorn and shouting warnings: "Stop! Ben-Lak, Ben-Lakfi! Let them go!"

Upon hearing this, Capricorn and Scorpio threw away the people on their feet and in their hands as if they were trash.

Bass approached with a grim expression, staring at the Capricorn couple: "You've only been here two days, can you please stop causing trouble? Don't you have a death wish?"

Capricorn shrugged: "They started it."

"Bullshit! It was clearly you..." Venice struggled on the ground, trying to accuse him, but before she could finish speaking, she met Capricorn's eyes.

In an instant, a chilling killing intent enveloped him as if it were a tangible thing.

Venice trembled violently, his teeth chattering, unable to utter another word, only boundless fear remained.

"Warning!" a prison guard announced loudly, "One more offense and you'll all be locked up in solitary confinement for a day, with no food or water!"

After saying that, he turned back.

Before leaving, Bass gave Capricorn a deep look and said in a low voice, "Here's a piece of advice: don't cause any more trouble."

After the prison guards left, Venice scrambled to get away with his group and kept a safe distance.

Capricorns and Scorpios acted as if nothing had happened and sat back down on the bench.

"Boss is awesome!" Benjamin York then came over, his face full of flattery.

Capricorn took a piece of chewing gum out of his pocket, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, waiting for Murphy's message.

"Holy crap! Boss, you guys have this kind of good stuff on you? How did you bring it in?" York's eyes widened; he was already tired of the pig-swill-like food in prison.

"Of course." Capricorn glanced at him. "As long as you find Harvey Gates, I can get you cigarettes."

As he spoke, he tossed the remaining chewing gum to York.

York was overjoyed and quickly took out a piece and put it in his mouth, while carefully hiding the rest in his pocket.

As he chewed, the long-lost fresh sweetness melted in his mouth, and he couldn't help but shiver comfortably.

"This tastes...so amazing!"