Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

It happened around Christmas, at noon one day, when Han Sen was standing in front of the counter in the activity room, making coffee for Nietzsche. Nietzsche was wearing a light gray wool long coat with a stand-up collar, crossed his legs, and was sitting on the couch Look down at the newspaper of the day.

Others were making a whole list, and the man in the prison who was responsible for bringing things in was also sitting here, and they wanted to buy everything they needed for the next period of time.

"Chocolate, mobile phone, two electric shavers, a basketball poster, two bottles of brandy, a box of high-end cigars, ten packs of high-end cigarettes, coffee... what else? What else do you need?"

The person who made the list lowered his head, holding a ballpoint pen in his hand, and carefully listed all the things they needed on the list.

In the next few days, he will bring the thank you items here according to the content listed on the list.

Nietzsche didn't make a sound. He lowered his head, looked at the newspaper in his hand seriously, and then waved at Han Sen: "Pass me a cigarette."

Han Sen nodded, and directly handed a cigarette to Nietzsche's mouth. Nietzsche bit it, and Han Sen picked up the lighter and bent over to light his cigarette.

The person who made the list looked at Han Sen, "What do you need?"

Han Sen thought for a while: "I don't need anything."

The man stopped asking.

Xia Zuo, who was always confronting Han Sen in the past, surprisingly didn't find fault with Han Sen today.

"excuse me."

The new jailer named Pete, the son of Judge Charlie, stood by the door of the activity room and knocked on the door, looking into the room.

Xia Zuo stood up and said angrily, "What's the matter?"

Pete looked at Nietzsche, who was still bowing his head, and said to them:

"On behalf of the warden, I'm here to inform you that Mr. Xia Zuo, Matthew, Joe and Markle will follow me to the warden's office now."

Xia Zuo froze for a moment, then looked at Nietzsche. "Boss, what can that old guy do with us at this time?"

Nietzsche glanced at Xia Zuo blankly,

"If you want to know what Karl wants you to do, you go to see him, and you will know."

Xia Zuo nodded, and said to Matthew, Joe and Michael:

"Let's go."

"Ok."

Several people immediately got up and went out with Xia Zuo.

Only Han Sen and Nietzsche were left in the room.Nietzsche lowered his head and was still reading the newspaper. It seemed that there was only the last page left.

The pages of half a newspaper were quickly finished browsing. Nietzsche, who had only said a few words since morning, raised his head at this time, and glanced at Han Sen with his dark green eyes without expression.

Han Sen was facing away from Nietzsche, washing all the used glasses by the sink and putting them in the cabinet.

He was wearing a low-necked dark blue sweater today. This high-quality sweater was thrown to him by Nietzsche. He was wearing a pair of cheap leggings, which made Han Sen's legs even more special. slender.

In fact, Han Sen is a typical standard figure with wide shoulders and narrow hips. He is born with a clothes hanger. Basically, any clothes look good on him.

And Han Sen never wore very little clothes, but his body was still very warm.

Nietzsche reached out and tapped on the table, three times rhythmically.

Han Sen turned his head quickly, met Nietzsche's dark green eyes, and asked suspiciously, "Do you have any orders, Mr. Nietzsche."

Nietzsche nodded, "Lock the door."

Han Sen probably understood what Nietzsche meant. As long as Nietzsche looked at him inexplicably and meaningfully, it meant that he wanted to have sex with him. He had been used to it for so long.

Sometimes, Han Sen would inexplicably feel that he was a machine—a machine specialized in that kind of thing.

However, this attitude also shows Han Sen's growth, he knows when to bear it.

For example, now is the time when he needs to forbear.

After staying in the prison for so long, he fully understands that if he wants to survive in the prison well, Nietzsche's strong background is his backer, and he will never blindly contradict Nietzsche again.

And guessing the mind of a man who is close to 30 years old and in a high position every day, Han Sen is now more able to see through other people's minds.

However, Han Sen just gained some experience, he is still an unknown junior.

Han Sen nodded, turned around and closed the door, locked it from inside, then walked up to Nietzsche, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Nietzsche, what do I need to do?"

Nietzsche patted his knee and said:

"Kneel down here."

Han Sen nodded, walked to Nietzsche's side, knelt down in front of the man's knees, then reached out and opened Nietzsche's belt, buried his head in it without hesitation, and put it in his mouth.

Nietzsche picked up the coffee and took a sip, then took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, held it between his slender fingers, lit it with the lighter, bit it into his mouth and took a deep breath, the white mist slowly flowed down the red lips. Float out slowly.

Nietzsche is definitely not the self-made type, he is the son of a serious underworld family.

His father, Roland, used to be the head of the famous mafia in Italy. He killed countless people, was ruthless and sinful.

In order not to give birth to a useless and useless son, Roland once said to Nietzsche, who had just turned ten years old, incomparably coldly: "Nietzsche, whatever happens to you, you'd better solve it yourself. If you can't solve it, then tell your father." , but if you dare to shed a tear in front of anyone including your father, your father will directly use bullets to amputate your legs and make you a useless person! Remember, in our family, men can only die, instead of crying."

Roland felt that his son's face was too beautiful, and the appearance of this young boy seemed unreliable.

But he never expected that it was this beautiful son Nietzsche whom he was not optimistic about. His viciousness and cruelty almost surpassed all the men in the history of the family, just like a genetic mutation.

At the age of 15, Nietzsche witnessed his father being shot dead in the garden of the mansion by a ruthless and untrustworthy partner.

Nietzsche, who was still a boy, stood in the bedroom with no lights on, narrowed his eyes slightly and watched his father being robbed in the head and fell down, then walked into the garden with a blank expression, and carried his father's body into the room , put it back on the bed in the bedroom, and finally called to inform all his father's capable men that they washed the enemy's mansion with blood that night, even a puppy tied to the door was spared. As long as it was a living thing, Nietzsche would kill all Order to be beheaded.

Since then, Nietzsche took over the family affairs, and Nietzsche has seen countless people, but the only thing he likes is the obedient type. If you want to be by his side, then you have to listen to him. Shut up obediently.

Regardless of the white way or the underworld, any real son-in-law will not like playthings that are ignorant of current affairs, and those so-called personalities and stubbornness, it is best to restrain them obediently in front of them, they have no time to coax a worthless pet .

And Han Sen, this big boy, is undoubtedly a relatively qualified plaything. Nietzsche felt that he had hardly spent any time teaching him, so he could obediently restrain his own characteristics, and do things quietly according to the way Nietzsche liked.

Han Sen tried his best to please Nietzsche, put his hands on Nietzsche's knees, and sucked in Nietzsche's favorite way until Nietzsche finished.

Nietzsche pressed Han Sen's head violently and pushed it in deeply. Han Sen felt a warmth in his throat.

After it was over, Han Sen sucked a few mouthfuls like cleaning up, then raised his head, licked his lips habitually, and swallowed all of Nietzsche's things.

"very good."

Nietzsche patted Han Sen on the cheek with a happy expression. Han Sen reached out to tidy up Nietzsche's clothes, then got up and opened the door of the activity room.

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Xia Zuo and the others walked towards the warden's office. Xia Zuo glanced at Pete who was following behind him and said, "Don't follow us, we can find it ourselves."

Pete took a few extra glances at Xia Zuo's face, then shrugged and said, "This is my responsibility."

Xia Zuo raised his hand suddenly, and Matthew, Joe and Michael behind him stopped immediately when they saw Xia Zuo's gesture.

Xia Zuo suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed Pete against the wall, put his arm on his neck, and said viciously: "Who the hell do you think you are? Is it that goddamned president? If it wasn't because of your goddamn father who is a judge , I've already killed you! Cut it into pieces! Now, get the fuck out of me immediately!"

Xia Zuo suddenly reached out and put his hand on Pete's stomach.

Pete suddenly felt pain, bent over and cried out in a low voice.

"Okay, Xia Zuo, let's go quickly and see what's going on, the boss is still waiting for us."

Matthew urged Xia Zuo.

Xia Zuo nodded, kicked Pete again, let him go, then stretched out his hand to tidy up his clothes, nodded to Matthew and said:

"Okay, let's go...and you, be careful, now you'd better get as far as the fuck out of me."

Peter glanced at Xia Zuo in horror, then quickly picked up the baton that Xia Zuo had dropped on the ground just now, and ran towards the other end of the corridor.

Pete is actually not very old. He just graduated from the police academy this year, and he was arranged by his father to be a prison guard in the largest Roman prison in Italy. To be honest, these mafia thugs who are often seen in newspapers and on TV made him feel true. unusual fear.

Xia Zuo cast a contemptuous glance at the back of Pete running away in a hurry, stood up straight, stretched out his hand to adjust his clothes, and said mockingly: "This is the so-called police, the defenders of the country, they are all bullying bastards .”

The four of them came to the warden's office.

Warden Karl had prepared chairs for them early on, and Xia Zuo and the others sat down as soon as they entered the door.

Xia Zuo folded his arms and looked at Carl: "Carl, what's the matter? Call us all over."

Karl nodded.

"Just now, the procuratorate sent a notice that several of you may be released on bail."

Xia Zuo was taken aback for a moment, looked straight at Karl and said:

"Why are some of us released on bail? We are murderers, not ordinary criminals."

Although they used some bribery methods, he didn't believe in himself and could be easily released on bail.

Carl nodded:

"However, someone used some means to modify the information you put in the court, saying that you are actually political prisoners. According to the government's recent legal policy of releasing political prisoners held in prisons, you can be released on bail in the near future, and Order the person in charge of your group to release you on bail."

Xia Zuo was taken aback. He was not an idiot. For a mafia member like him who was often seen in newspapers and TV, it must be difficult for someone to modify his information and let the procuratorate send a notice.

"What about our boss?"

Xia Zuo was the first to think of Nietzsche.

Carl shook his head:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nietzsche was not mentioned above, and he may continue to stay here."

Xia Zuo looked at Carl coldly, "Okay, we got it."

Carl handed Xia Zuo a copy of the document in his hand,

"This is a notice from the procuratorate. People involved in this matter are inside. Sorry, I can't do anything about this matter. This is an order from my superiors. According to internal sources, it is to cooperate with this year's presidential election. , to please some relevant people, I can't do anything."

Although he knew that Warden Karl was talking nonsense, Xia Zuo still nodded. On important issues, he is not the kind of man who loses his temper indiscriminately.

In fact, this kind of tampering with files and ordering bail is very common when the government cracks down on gangs and gangs. It leaves the most important person alone in prison, removes all his right and left hands, and even sends them outside to continue doing evil. , is also better than keeping them all by the leader's side.

As long as they don't get together, everything will be more troublesome, and it will be much more troublesome than before. Isolating the important leaders of criminal gangs will help to eradicate these gangsters one by one.