Shadow Empire

Chapter 184 The Last One and Spring is Coming
At the Likalai State Prison, Ennio, Ethan and another companion entered the visiting room at the same time.

Lance, Maurice, and a few others were here, and they had brought some new clothes and other things for when they get out of prison.

There were also some fresh fruits, cigarettes and wine.

They have no shortage of cigarettes here, but they are not too rich either.

The warden is a money-conscious person, and so is the entire prison full of money-conscious people. A pack of cigarettes costs two dollars here, while it would only cost five cents outside.

Although Lance spent the money, the relationship belonged to attorney Robben, and as for the prison, they did what they were supposed to do, and then they just followed their rules.

According to the regulations of the Federal Bureau of Prisons, this was a clear violation of the regulations, with so many people together and bringing so many things.

But here, no one cares.

The warden of a federal prison is the most powerful person in the prison and can decide whether everyone in the prison stays or goes.

In fact, whether it is a private prison or a federal prison, they are essentially the same. If you have connections and money, you can kill anyone.

So no matter which one it is, federal prison or private for-profit prison, as long as you find the right way, they will let you come in and out like your own backyard.

As for a little violation?
Who would go and get upset with the warden over such a small matter?
"You've gained weight!" Lance patted Ennio's shoulder and punched Ethan's chest. The three of them were now white and fat!

Morris stood aside and jokingly said, "The food in prison is so good?"

Ethan grinned, "Usually, there's only a small piece of steak every night, but other food is unlimited."

"Also, even if we live in a single cell, we can't walk out of the cell so openly, so apart from taking a walk, we just eat, drink and sleep the rest of the time."

He felt a little embarrassed about what he said.

He originally thought he was here to suffer, but when he came in he was almost treated like a pig. If he hadn't started working out recently, he would probably have gotten even fatter!
Ever since the Lance family wiped out the Camilla gang, the state prison got the news first, causing some prison gang members who had originally planned to "test their credentials" to give it a try.

People with backgrounds and those without backgrounds are treated completely differently in prison.

After the chat and laughter ended, Lance talked about the recent developments of the group. "We are doing very well. If nothing goes wrong, we will be able to make a lot of money before summer comes."

"Soon we will enter the fast lane of development. By then, the entire Jingang City and even Likalai will be our stage!"

Lance is very sure about this, whether it is a criminal group, a gang, a family, or a capitalist.

If you want to thrive on the big stage of the Federation, you must do two things: either have a background and money, or be rich and have thorns all over your body.

For those traditional noble families, they are the representatives of the former. When their ancestors appear in the painting, they are destined to have a future that most families cannot have in several lifetimes without taking any risks.

And for the true majority, the overwhelming majority, if they want to get what these people have, they not only need money, but also many other factors.

Luck, decisiveness, shamelessness, the ability to take risks, and being ruthless enough...

Mr. Jobaf was rich enough, but for those people, not even in the top circle, just a mayor, he had completely lost control of how things were going.

A mayor can control him well, let alone the big shots at higher levels.

He was the only one who always felt that as long as he could reach a high enough level, he would be able to change his destiny.

So for the future, he can try to give up some things.

This also exacerbated the mayor's changing attitude towards him. It seemed that the relationship was very good, but there were dead ends everywhere.

As for the people at higher levels, they don’t even need to do anything themselves if they want to deal with Mr. Jobaf.

It might have been just a matter of a word, but he was arrested and sentenced to the electric chair because his urine splashed onto the edge of the toilet when he was peeing.

Don't want to die?
Then hand over all your money.

As for the federal law that provides the death penalty for not peeing on the rim of the toilet?
It doesn't matter, they can pass it overnight, as long as the big shots making the decision are "big" enough, there is nothing they can't do.

During this period, non-federal capitalists were actually very unlucky. They contributed to social development and paid taxes. But when they were rich enough, the capitalists and politicians colluded to stab them.

Every year, many well-known foreign investors and capitalists have their properties confiscated and are thrown into prison for various reasons.

But it is rare to hear that some big gangs or families were wiped out by the federal government.

On the one hand, these people are needed to maintain stability at the bottom of society. The level of public security in an area controlled by gangs will be much higher than that in an area without gangs.

On the other hand, these people are now covered in thorns and can hurt themselves if they are not careful. The reason they do not want to hurt themselves is that there are contradictions and divisions within these groups that can decide certain issues.

But one day, when external conflicts begin to truly affect their rule, or when someone tries to challenge their authority, they will unite.

After chatting about what happened outside for a while, Lance looked at Ennio and said, "Before you leave, don't forget to send away the last person we missed."

Ennio nodded, "I will."

Lance looked at the three of them. "You will be released in a week. It's best for you to do it the night before you leave. The prison will give you some conveniences..."

Lance and the others left quickly and agreed on a time to pick them up.

In fact, during this period of time, Ennio has been observing the last "seedling" of Camilla's gang. When he first came in, he seemed to have some "social status".

The Camilla Gang is more or less a well-known gang in Jingang City, and is also active in the outside world.

In prison, unless they are the only ones left in the family, they are actually reluctant to offend such active gangs, mainly because they are afraid of retaliation against their families.

But as the news of the Camilla Gang's demise spread in prison, his life became less easy.

The society in prison is more law of the jungle than outside. If you are a little weak here, you will live a painful life.

It wasn't just about not having enough food to eat, they were beaten for no reason and even had to pick up soap every day.

After making appropriate concessions, showing an attitude of maintaining his bottom line, and after fighting several fierce battles and refusing to compromise even until death, those people stopped causing trouble for him because he was a "thorn in the flesh."

The day before Ennio and the others were released, the prison arranged a lot of work, and it was Camilla's turn to help the senior officials in their cells.

All these jobs are done indoors. The warden is planning to clean up an old warehouse and build something new, so he needs them to clean the warehouse.

There were a lot of things in this dilapidated warehouse. Their group of about thirty people moved the things from one warehouse to another, and then cleaned the place up.

It took four or five hours to finish everything, and everyone was sweating profusely.

It is indeed not easy to be so tired in the middle of winter. The warden seemed to have a change of heart and allowed him to take a hot bath before going to bed at night.

Even now, in the middle of winter, there is no hot water in the prison, only cold water.

Only prison guards can take hot showers, which is a blessing for these people!

The tiredness and unhappiness during work in the afternoon seemed to become less important in front of a hot bath.

After dinner, they went to the small bathroom in groups, where there was only hot water.

The moment the shower head was turned on, boiling hot water spurted out from the nozzle and fell on the skin, making the senior cadres feel comfortable all over.

He stroked his hair with both hands as the hot water splashed onto his body. At this moment, the hot water took away all his fatigue and irritability.

The hot water was like a magical spirit that could heal all the pain in his body, even in his heart.

His mind was empty, as if he was thinking about many things, but it seemed that he was not thinking about anything, just soaking in the water. There was no soap, but there was a little bath powder, which stung the skin a little, but... whatever.

As he rubbed bath powder on his body, he thought about the future.

He had also hidden a lot of money over the years. When he got out, he would take the money, leave this damn place, and live a low-key life somewhere else.

A total of more than 100,000 yuan, which is a huge sum of money in this era!
In fact, to some extent, if we can take this opportunity to break away from Camilla's gang and Heller, then it may not be a bad thing!
A new life was beckoning him, and he had even made plans for the future - to buy a house and live a life collecting rent.

The bath powder reacted with the water on his body, producing some soap-like stuff that was a bit irritating to the eyes. He squinted his eyes slightly and washed his head.

In prison, how to ensure the cleanliness of hair is also a problem.

He didn't know what bath powder was. His body would feel hot and dry after taking a bath, but it was indeed very useful for cleaning!

He started to take a shower, surrounded by hot smoke. He didn't even notice that most of the people around him had left, and he was the only one left.

The danger had already arrived, but he knew nothing about it.

Just as he was humming a little tune to wash away the fatigue in his body and mind, suddenly a strong arm strangled his neck.

At first he didn't react, thinking someone was joking with him, and he slapped his arms a few times and said in a low voice, "Don't do it, I'm taking a shower..."

But as the arm suddenly began to exert force, he immediately struggled violently, but by this time, it was too late!

He was carried around by the people behind him and then saw Ennio.

He didn't know these people, but he knew there was a group of people in the prison who had connections and had paid money.

They all have an account with the warden and cannot offend them at will, and among this group of people is this person.

His face had turned red, not sure if it was because of the hot water or the lack of oxygen. He struggled hard and tried to say something.

Ennio held a knife made of sharpened iron in his hand. He rolled it in a towel and said, "Mr. Lance was with Heller and the others when they left, but you were an exception."

"He couldn't come and take you to see God in person, so..." He got into the towel and knife in his hands and stared into his eyes, "He asked me to say hello to you. Good night, bastard!"

As he spoke, he stabbed the senior cadre in the chest several times with his hand wrapped in a towel and a dagger. Blood began to gush out and, along with the hot water sprayed from the shower head, was swept into the water leak on the ground.

He struggled frantically and almost broke free from Ethan's control, but in the end he was not as strong as Ethan and was firmly suppressed.

Soon, he had little strength left, and even his struggles were much less powerful.

The water was still splashing against him, but this time, he did not feel warm or comfortable. He only felt his body getting colder and his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.

His struggles became weaker and weaker, and a sense of despair began to envelop him. He thought of many things, including his former brothers, Heller, and who might have benefited from the hundred thousand dollars he had buried.

The arm around his neck was as motionless as steel. In these last moments, he suddenly had an epiphany.

He had harmed so many people before. Some of them had cursed him with roughly the same words before they died, cursing that he would not die of old age in a warm bed, and cursing that he would die outside like them.

He used to scoff at this, and he never thought that anything would happen to him, but at this moment, he realized that there seemed to be a force in the dark that forced him to choose to bow his head.

When his weight was completely on Ethan's arms, Ethan let him go.

He fell to the ground, blood flowing from the wound, but not as much as at the beginning.

Then another person pushed a trash can over, and the two of them threw him into the trash can, and someone would clean him up next.

Many people go missing in federal prisons every year, and the wardens don’t even need to rack their brains to come up with a “plan”; they just need to tell people that the missing people were shot and killed while trying to escape.

Then they burned it, scattered the ashes in the surrounding wilderness, and wrote a report.

The Federal Bureau of Prisons once issued a document, which mentioned that we should be brave enough to attack prisoners who escaped from prison. The general meaning is don't be afraid to shoot, just shoot these bastards to death!

After taking a shower, the three of them left the bathroom calmly and returned to the cell.

About ten minutes later, alarms sounded throughout the prison, and then a large number of prison guards with guns began to enter the prison area.

Everyone was asked to come out of the cell and stand at the door, and then someone would search each room one by one.

The three of them knew what was going on, so they cooperated very well.

Halfway through, gunshots suddenly rang out outside, then quickly subsided.

About seven or eight minutes later, everyone was asked to return to their cells.

Soon after, news spread throughout all prison areas that someone was shot dead after trying to escape while taking a hot bath in the prison guard bathroom.

Some people didn't believe it because some of them knew senior officials and knew that he didn't need to escape.

But now the person is dead, and the prison authorities have final say, and they have no intention of redressing the grievances of the senior official.

The three of them had a good sleep, and the next morning, at the prison gate, they saw the convoy coming to pick them up.

It’s only a hundred kilometers from Jingang City to here, and it takes three hours to drive.

The snowy weather has finally gotten better in the past two days. As soon as the three of them came out, they couldn't control the smiles on their faces. Almost everyone came!
Lance stood at the front. He hugged Ennio and gave him a newspaper. "I read the news today. Well done!"

There was a small area the size of a palm on the news, which contained a piece of news saying that a fugitive had attempted to escape from prison last night, but had refused to surrender and was shot on the spot.

There are also photos of senior officials next to it.

The report stated that this was the seventeenth jailbreak in the state prison in the past five years, but none of them was successful. It is the castle that can never be conquered in Likale State and a loyal executor of the law!
The article boasted a little bit and said that it was all thanks to the warden.

But in fact, no one knows how many of the sixteen people, except for the senior officials, actually died from prison escape.

Ennio was a little embarrassed. His childhood had been spent in denial and domestic violence. His father had never praised him, so Lance's compliment to him, even a very simple one, made him a little embarrassed.

"Ethan and his team also made great contributions. Without them, I might not be able to achieve this alone."

Lance nodded, hugged Ethan and another person, and after everyone greeted each other, Lance led the convoy to the Golden Harbor City Cemetery.

He bought a piece of land specifically for burying the dead in his family.

The tombstones were not standing alone together, and the scene had been cleaned - Lance had called before and said he would come over to see these guys today.

The cemetery management office arranged for people to clear the snow here. After all, they have to collect management fees every year. If they don’t even do the superficial work, it would be too much.

Lance lit the newspaper and placed it in front of the tombstone.

No one spoke, everyone just stood there quietly.

When the last bit of newspaper was burned to ashes, Lance breathed a sigh of relief, "Go home!"

In February, the weather has shown signs of warming up a little, and some branches that have been dry and withered all winter have begun to sprout tender green buds the size of sesame seeds.

Although it is still very small, one can already feel that the tenacious, unyielding and great vitality is brewing.

When the time is right, it will dye the whole world green!
Winter is over and spring is not far away!

(End of this chapter)