I am Lapland’s rat!

Then, he had to use a stern voice and say with a straight face: "Bendens, I have something to ask you."

This immediately caused the surrounding prisoners to glance in Jeston's direction.

After noticing that it was the prison guard calling a prisoner, they all turned back and continued with the work at hand.

"..."

Bendens did not resist. The Phillin obediently followed Jeston out of the queue of prisoners and came to an uninhabited corner.

"Humph."

In the corner, looking at Bendens standing obediently against the wall with his hands and feet shackled, Jeston raised the corners of his mouth, raised his chin, and said:

"Do you know why I'm here, Bendens?"

Jeston thought that Bendens had been smoothed over by life in prison and was ready to submit.

But then, the look on Bendens' face was beyond his expectation.

The moment the prisoner in front of him raised his head, he sneered.

The corners of the Philin man in prison uniform raised his lips, his eyes were contemptuous and arrogant, and he looked at Jaston like this.

I don't know why, but Jaston suddenly felt a chill.

He suddenly remembered that when he was a teenager, what made him dare not resist was that the person sitting on the tall trash can looked at him with such eyes, as if he was looking at a piece of garbage.

The figure that made Jaston tremble a little briefly overlapped with the appearance of Bendens in front of him.

He said, "Jeston Williams, you don't think you beat me, do you?"

"If your boss hadn't arranged a back-up for you, you would have been fired by Silver Wolf Security for letting the enemy go."

The shackled Bendens just leaned against the wall, with a smile on his lips, looking at the somewhat stunned Jaston.

It was as if the prison guard who called the prisoner out for questioning was not Jeston but him.

Bendens has very good hearing.

Jeston was about to say something, but was immediately speechless because of Bendens' next words:

"Besides wanting to obtain information about beach umbrellas for Silver Wolf Security, what else could be your reason for appearing here?"

The people from the film industry turned their backs on guests and raised eyebrows:

"Okay, Jeston, it's your turn. Do you think I'll tell you the news you want?"

Chapter 217 Unnecessary Threat

"..."

Jeston frowned tightly.

In fact, after Bendens used his acting skills to deceive his eyes that night, and Jeston almost escaped from Bendens, Jeston already knew that the person in front of him was not as good as he imagined. waste.

In the mission report to his boss, Jeston also pointed this out. He did not conceal the truth for the sake of his own face, but only slightly embellished it.

However, what Jaston didn't expect was that Bendens would be in prison and still be so difficult to deal with!

and……

The ghost of the past briefly overlapped on the sneering Bendens in front of him, which made Jaston feel upset.

It was obvious that the person in front of him was defeated, but under the influence of some kind of psychological mapping, the pressure Bendens put on Jeston at this time was actually much higher than that night.

He may not be able to complete the tasks assigned to him by his boss——

When Jeston thought of this, the gray-haired Liboli young man suddenly felt irritated, and then became angry.

"How dare you, a defeated general, talk to me like this? You only deserve to be defeated by someone like me and then stay in prison!"

Jeston raised the corner of his mouth, raised his arm, pressed the electric shock switch of the baton in his hand, and without hesitation, threw it heavily on Bendens' shoulder.

Snapped!

Bendens, who was shackled, had no time to dodge. He tilted his body and gritted his teeth to keep from wailing. However, his whole body still twitched under the influence of the electric current. He had to press his back against the wall and barely managed to avoid falling to the ground.

Without hesitation, Jeston swung the baton towards Bendens' neck again. The cylindrical outer surface of the baton came into close contact with Bendens' external carotid artery.

Snapped!

"what!"

Bendens couldn't help but let out a cry, his eyes closed suddenly, and his face became distorted due to the twitching of his bite muscles.

His trembling legs finally couldn't bear the weight of his body, and his body tilted, and then he couldn't help but slip to the ground, and he could only sit half-lying in the corner.

It took a few seconds for Bendens to recover from the stimulation of the electric current. He was breathing heavily, with tears secreted by the instinctive reaction of the lacrimal glands in the corners of his eyes. When he raised his head, he still sneered.

"That's it?"

Jeston's eyes became a little angry, but then he took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress the emotions in his heart.

He turned his head and glanced in the direction of the jailer who had brought him here. For a brief moment, his eyes met the eyes of the jailer hidden under his helmet.

But soon, the jailer turned his head and continued to monitor the working prisoners as if nothing had happened.

It seems that this is not the first time he has met a temporary guard like Jeston who tortures prisoners in the prison, and he has no intention of stopping Jeston.

But Jeston knew that the jailer captain had made a solemn statement to him just now that order in the prison could not be disrupted.

No matter what, he couldn't kill Bendens here.

What's more, Jeston must get the information in Bendens' mind.

It was precisely because Bendens understood this that he provoked Jeston so brazenly.

Jeston's face was distorted, and before his eyes, Bendens's face briefly overlapped with the shadow of his childhood again.

Under the sun, the young man Li Boli clearly knew that he was the one standing on the side favored by order——

But why did he feel so powerless when facing the prisoner in front of him?

……

No.

Jeston knew that his state of mind was not his usual state of mind since entering prison.

Jeston, you need to calm down.

He took a deep breath in front of Bendens, then forced himself to calm down, and said calmly:

"Prisoner, stand up."

——Article [-] of the "Prison Code of Conduct for Prisoners": Prisoners must unconditionally obey the arrangements of the prison and, under this premise, obey all instructions of the jailer.

Bendens stood up slowly with a sneer on his face and said no more.

But even if he didn't speak, Jeston knew that getting information from this piece of meat was not that simple.

"Go back and finish your work."

Jeston ordered.

Bendens glanced at Jeston, and that was not the case. He just walked slowly towards the cleaning place under the sun.

……

Jeston glanced at Bendens one last time, and then walked back to the jailer.

The jailer didn't ask about the status of Jeston's mission. Although he guessed that Jeston's questioning was not going well, ordinary jailers like them, who received dead wages, had no obligation to help people from these big companies. complete their mission.

Rather, it has always been a topic that the jailers talk about after dinner when people sent by big companies to "complete tasks" are embarrassed in front of the prisoners in the prison.

To some extent, the jailers and the prisoners are on the same page when it comes to big-company workers on the outside.

Therefore, the jailer just glanced at Jaston, and after confirming where Jaston was going next, he took Jaston towards where Conrad worked.

Conrad works in a factory behind the prison area. On an assembly line that is not very automated, Conrad is responsible for checking the integrity of stamped iron sheets at the end of the production line to ensure that the quality of the recycled metal is up to standard. There is no residual waste stuck to it.

Like Bendens, Conrad experienced a change in demeanor from surprise to contempt after seeing Jeston.

Although he was not defeated by Jeston, he also saw the process of Bendens almost escaping from Jeston in a hidden place that night, and knew that Jeston was indeed an arrogant waste.

Before Jeston said his purpose, Conrad already knew that Jeston wanted information.

Not surprisingly, Jeston found nothing.

"..."

At ten o'clock in the morning, Jeston walked alone in the spacious corridor of the prison, observing the occupied and unoccupied cells on both sides.

Thinking of what he had just experienced, he sighed dejectedly.

Jeston no longer knows how to complete the task assigned to him by his boss.

As a temporary jailer, of course Jeston has serious business to do in prison.The captain assigned him a patrol task. In addition to interrogating Conrad and Bendens, Jeston must patrol the cells in an entire area during a specific period of time and register the records in the table in the duty room.

This is not a very complicated job, and Jeston just needs to think about the next work strategy, so after leaving Conrad's workplace, he returned to the prison area and began to inspect the cells.

Chapter 218 Birdie Memories

Why is this happening?

Jeston pursed his lips tightly and looked slightly into the cells on both sides while walking along the corridor of the prison area.

During working hours, most of the cells are empty, but there are a small number of prisoners who are able to stay in the cells due to injury, illness or leave. There are a few maverick prisoners who will read or write in the cells. .

They may have had various titles and identities before entering the prison, but after they put on those iron-gray confinement devices, they only had the same name - prisoners.

"..."

It was very quiet in the prison area. After the prisoners noticed Jeston coming to patrol, they would spontaneously lower their voices to prevent the guards from noticing them.

In this silence, Jeston's beating heart slowed down a bit.

He knew that something was wrong with his mental state since entering prison.

Outside, in Silver Wolf Security, he is always more confident, no matter when, no matter where -

But now, he, Jeston, has never once had the thought, "These people in prison are all useless people who are not as good as him, Jeston."

This is not normal, yes, this is not normal!

Jeston…

The gray-haired Liboli youth tapped his temple with the knuckle of his index finger. He actually knew the origin of these thoughts.

"Aha……"

Jeston sighed.

Now that you have thought of this, there is no point in escaping.

Jeston gave up the struggle and let his thoughts sink into distant memories.

……

He was born in the western region of the Colombian Federation and is a native Colombian.

Jeston's family situation is neither poor nor wealthy. At least his parents, who work in private companies, have enough money to support a large family in a mobile city and have enough money to send Jeston and his brothers to public schools. read.

The era when Jeston was born was the end of Colombia's great pioneering. At that time, Colombian society was in a period of transformation after development. While new opportunities in society were becoming fewer, competition in all walks of life became increasingly fierce.

Both his father and mother worked overtime in the company until nine or ten, which was the norm in Jeston's childhood.

Parents are the first teachers for children to learn social experiences, and Jeston's teacher is obviously not very competent.

Jay's father and mother, who were busy with work, just waited for Jaston to reach the age, and then hurriedly threw Jaston into school, hoping that Jaston would learn to face a new life on his own.

Even though Jeston is now over 1.9 meters tall, when he first entered elementary school, he was actually less developed among his peers and was generally half a head shorter than other boys.

The public elementary schools in Colombia are only compulsory education institutions for civilians. They are naturally the envy of homeless people outside mobile cities, but you must know that families with slightly better economic conditions are trying their best to stuff their children. Attend private school.

This also led to the fact that in that era, the quality of students and teaching quality in public schools was actually difficult to describe.

Under such circumstances, it can actually be said that it is expected that Jeston, who was sent to school, encountered campus bullying.

It's actually hard to say what little Jeston did wrong.

He was just shorter, less gregarious, and his grades were better than those bad students.

But for some reason, from a certain point on, he could no longer make friends.