Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

He was kicked hard and slammed into the coal stove behind him.

"Where can I get medicine?"

"I, I don't know..." Wesley shrank into a ball, watching the man approaching step by step in fear.

He received another solid punch, his thick knuckles hammered on the abdomen, and a bloody hole was opened in Wesley's stomach, and a lot of blood spattered on the ground.

"I really don't know...please, I really..."

Pale and slender fingers reached for his scalp, pulling up the dry hair.

The severe pain of the scalp being torn apart forced Wesley to wrinkle his face. He finally saw the man in front of him clearly. Under the smooth short black hair was a calm face. It didn't look like he was torturing anyone at all.

"I don't... What, cough... What do you want to do..."

"It's not wise to answer questions with questions."

Wesley heard another voice, coming from the other side of the kitchen, but his hair was held tightly by the man in front of him, and he couldn't move his head.

The black-haired man let go of his hand the next second, and Wesley fell back to the floor and was about to struggle to get up when a piercing pain came from his fingertips. The man stepped on his hand, and the force of his toes almost broke his leg Finger bones, Wesley's face was ashes, the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak a word.

He was grabbed by the collar of the man, his whole body was lifted up, and then he was slammed heavily on the coal stove behind him. Before he could catch his breath, he was punched three times in the chest like bullets.

Wesley felt like he had broken ribs and probably a punctured lung, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

"Hey, did you hear what happened in the morning?" The dirty face of the prisoner rubbed against the table and said excitedly: "The new guy, you know? John S, he beat old Wesley half to death Yes, it’s in the kitchen, who would have thought of that.” The man’s sharp voice was particularly abrupt in the cafeteria, and the prisoners who were chatting in the dark around him stopped at some point, and their eyes were fixed on the table that revealed the news.

"Wesley?" The big man next to him raised his eyebrows in surprise, "The one with Co. Ka. Yin?"

"It's not just Cocaine, he can get other things too. The problem is that John found him. What's the matter? What did you think of?"

The burly man rolled his eyes and laughed, "Damn it, isn't Wesley from Barrett of the White Union? One of our giants here?"

Everyone knows who Barrett is, the only British guy in the prison, but he is the guy who runs counter to a gentleman. He was arrested for a violent crime and charged with raping and killing his three brothers and sisters.

On the day the newcomers entered the prison, the prisoners locked in the cell were extremely noisy, and there was a lot of booing, which was mixed with "Look at this group of stupid geese", "Poor little bitch", "Give me a shot and cover up." You" and other foul words, the prison guards took it easy and escorted the newcomers upstairs to their respective cells.

It was at that time that Barrett noticed Lester. Unlike those prisoners who were afraid, proud, or pretending to be calm, the green pupils seemed to be locked in an entire forest, and the man behind him was also indifferent to the situation. , an oriental face with black hair and golden pupils, the overly handsome outline looks sharp and dangerous, and the mystery and inscrutability are revealed from the bottom of his bones. It seems that he should not appear in the prison at all, but should be in the hall of Congress, but who knows? ?Maybe this bitch is actually a dirty necrophilia like someone here.

Barrett was grinding his nails on the rusty iron railing, looking at the new prisoners from time to time, thinking of which ones with good foundations to recruit as his subordinates, but for no reason, his eyes always drifted to Lester from time to time , he likes blond hair, the best kind of dazzling blond, this is his burning point, and it is also a well-known secret in Luohe Prison, hard or soft blond hair can always make his dick harden quickly.

And now, he saw Lester.

It looked delicious, and Barrett stared at Lester's glistening green eyes, and his lips.

As popular as that, she was born to give oral sex to men.

Lester's cell was two rooms away from Barrett's.

Barrett smiled and lay back on his musty-smelling bed.

"I heard you want medicine?"

Lester turned his head, his slightly long golden hair covered half of his face, still looking indifferent.

"I can give it to you, but there are conditions."

"I don't talk about terms."

oh? Barrett raised his eyebrows, "So you went to trick that old Wesley, but do you know he's mine?"

"I know." Lester raised his eyes to look behind Barrett, a faint smile appeared on his pale face, "so what?"

Good boy, Barrett didn't know whether to praise or be angry in his heart, he felt that the other party was really not ordinary arrogant, and he was not angry, but just stared at Lester as if evaluating something.

Lester walked past him and met the black-haired man who just walked over, without any safe distance between them.

In the prison, there are only two fates for a young bird, either to be beaten a few times by arrogant criminals, or even worse to be stabbed in the ass by a stick, or to convince them with strength.In the first week of being in prison, many people could not understand Lester, so they shot guns openly and secretly, trying to teach him a lesson, but unexpectedly, few people could really deal with Lester, as if they were in the dark. What power is there to make all good luck lean in his direction.

"Hey rookie, get out of here." Carson, who was full of flesh, pushed Lester from behind, "This is my place, it's been three years ago." In contrast, Lester, who was slightly thinner, was almost pushed Did not hit the rusty iron pipe.

The sluggish water drenched Lester, he turned off the faucet slowly, turned and looked directly at the burly man in front of him, his huge body of two meters stood in front of him, approaching impatiently.

"Don't you understand, little bastard, I'm not gay, and you can't seduce me even if you're naked."

As if what he said was a joke, Lester stood still, stretched out his right hand to touch the tile, and when the other party didn't react at all, he raised the edge with his bare fingers, and quickly lifted the entire tile. Digged into Carson's collarbone.

After that, it was Carson who fell on the slippery ground and howled, the scarlet blood flowing into the sewer along the warm water, the blond boy stepped forward, slapped him in the face with his limbs in the foggy water vapor, one by one smashed the bones of the face until it was bloody.

Lester was placed in solitary confinement as expected, and a prisoner hiding in the bathhouse made a small report to the prison guard.

Two days later, Lester was released.

When he came back, he almost staggered and fell into the cell. His body was covered with criss-cross whip marks, bruised and mottled marks of punches and kicks, and even burn marks from cigarette butts. The prison guard uncuffed him , before going out, she touched his buttocks through the thin prison pants.

Lester gasped and huddled on the mattress of the lower bunk, and Sun Qiao climbed down from the upper bunk, checking his wound without saying a word.

"Who made me swallow my anger before, huh?" Sun Qiao looked at the scars on the other party with a funny face. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the punishment imposed on the other party could almost be said to be abuse in disguise, rather than punishment after violating the regulations. , Sun Qiao pressed a wound on Little Brown's arm that was still faintly bloody, and asked a little closer: "Only skin trauma?"

Little Brown's expression was a little dazed. As a Caucasian, he was already pale, and the dangerous blood color set off his whole body with a kind of abusive beauty. He blinked slowly twice, and Little Brown nodded. , with a hoarse voice, "Ah, only skin trauma."

Old Brown sent his only son to prison on the grounds of avoiding some harm, concealing his true identity and charged him with fraud. Until everything was finished, during this period, the system indicated that the progress of the task had only reached 20.00%.

Sun Qiao glanced outside the iron gate, and he withdrew his gaze and said in a low voice, "I can get through it, don't mess with those alliances anymore."

Little Brown tried every means to get medicine for the sequelae of drug addiction that Sun Qiao would experience from time to time. Sun Qiao had forcibly quit his addiction long ago, but because he was too young to start eating, some kind of unstable sequelae was lurking In his body, there were more or less outbreaks in the few years after going abroad.

"Are you afraid?" Little Brown's delicate eye tails are raised, and there are scattered wounds on his ruddy lips. His expression is somewhat provocative, but if you look closely, you can see that the green pupils are full of laziness. And Xieyi, he doesn't look like a prisoner who has just been punished.

[I don't appreciate it. ] The system is dissatisfied with its own host.

Sun Qiao looked down at the scarred man in front of him who pretended to be stubborn. He stood up, his slender figure stretched into a graceful arc, and the golden pupils behind the light were so deep that no light could be seen. Sun Qiao smiled and said :"What do you think."

The news spread faster than anywhere else in the prison. The inmates gathered in a circle, playing cards with their legs crossed and teasing that this was Lester's own fault. Some people said that he might have picked up Grayson—the prison guard who was violent to him.

"Grayson is a pervert, he likes to fuck the prisoner's ass, I can't believe that the bitch fell into his hands and just got spanked a few times."

"Isn't it? I reckon he probably can't even close his anus."

The men who gathered together laughed loudly, sharing the conclusions they got from the pitifully little information. From time to time, their cloudy eyes looked at the seat in the middle of the grass field. Lester was putting his hands in his pockets and yelling There was a string of white gas, he was talking with another unremarkable criminal.

"You don't mind if I stand next to you?"

Leaning against the damp wall, Sun Qiao looked down at the man—the yellow and thin man was as short as a dwarf, and he was a man of yellow race. Sun Qiao shook his head.

"I'm Kevin, you're John S?"

"Yes, hello."

"Wow," Kevin was a little surprised, "I haven't heard someone greet me politely for a long time, are you Chinese or not?"

Sun Qiao just smiled, his eyes still fixed on Lester in the distance.

He didn't get an answer, Kevin shrugged nonchalantly, he pointed to Little Brown sitting on the other side of the stage, "Do you know that person?"

Sun Qiao didn't answer, nodded, or shook his head.

"Oh," Kevin wiped his nose, "I just wanted to ask, have you guys…?" He made a circle with one hand, and the fingers of the other hand pressed something in that circle.

The system booed like watching a show.

Sun Qiao didn't speak, and hooked the corners of his mouth meaninglessly.

"Uh, don't get me wrong, I'm not here to inquire, but I've been here for four years, and it's the first time I've seen such an unruly newcomer. He's annoyed a lot of people now, you know?"

"I know." Sun Qiao said, but didn't intend to continue the topic.

"Well, it looks like you can't do anything about him." Kevin also leaned against the wall, the soles of his shoes rubbing against the rough wall behind him.

He stared at Sun Qiao silently for a while.

"By the way, I heard that Grayson just went into the infirmary, and his whole right hand was caught in the lawn mower, with a few bones attached to it, and it was fucking scary."

"Really," Sun Qiao said in a flat tone, "Maybe he didn't take care of his hands before."

"Who says it's not, the prison guards in this prison don't have any good things."

Kevin silently looked at the man beside him, even the loose dark blue prison uniform could not conceal his danger, and the mysterious black hair made the pair of golden pupils even deeper.

You are a bit like a friend of mine - before he could say that, Kevin saw Sun Qiao walking towards the stands. The blond boy over there had a conversation with another criminal and was stepping on the other criminal's foot. Throat, the crowd gradually formed a scattered circle.

Prison guards surrounded the pasture from all directions, swearing and swearing, and slammed their batons at the crowded crowd. Ya wanted to beat him, but was pulled back by the prisoner beside him.

"Take him to the infirmary. As for you," the blond boy was held up by a thick truncheon, "Damn Lester, you will just stay in the cell for these two days without release or food, understand?" ?”

"Oh." He replied tepidly.

It was really irritating, the prison guards gritted their teeth, and had nowhere to vent their anger, so they had to hit the fence a few times with batons when they left.

"Hey, aren't you going?" Kevin looked at Sun Qiao suspiciously. He stood at the outermost edge of the crowd and had a panoramic view of what happened, but he didn't step forward.

"When he needs me, I will go over." Sun Qiao's voice was very soft, and the next second, the blond boy who had just been taught a lesson by the prison guard looked towards them and met Sun Qiao's gaze.

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There are many characters and backgrounds to be explained in the prison, is it slow?Haha, don't feel bored.

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