Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Hey Pete, I'm leaving first, when do you get off work?"

At around five o'clock in the evening, when the shift was officially changed, the jailers on the day shift changed their overalls and went home. Pete shook his head, "You go back first, I plan to stay here at night, today is My first night shift."

"Okay, don't get tired."

The fellow jailer reached out and patted Pete on the shoulder, then said in a deep voice,

"Peter, the men here seem to be well-behaved. In fact, there are all kinds of things in private. If you see something at night, as long as it's not a prison escape or a public fight, just pretend you didn't see anything, understand?

The most important thing to guard the prisoners is to turn a blind eye. By the way, if someone wants to talk to you, you don't need to refuse, it doesn't matter. "

The jailer patted Pete on the head again, then smiled softly, put on his clothes and planned to open the door and go out.

"Oh, that's right."

The man paused again as he reached the door.

"what?"

Pete turned to look at his colleague.

The man paused for a moment, then said seriously to Pete:

"If that person wants you to fight Nietzsche Lutheran, don't agree. That man is a terrifying devil. Remember one sentence, here, don't fight Nietzsche Lutheran."

"Good luck."

After speaking, the man smiled, opened the door abruptly, and walked out.

Pete is the son of Justice Charles.

But some time ago, Charlie was killed, and his head has not been found so far, and it has become a headless case.

Pete didn't really like his father that much.

Because that flirtatious old man, headstrong politician has been controlling his life.

His mother divorced the old man very early because the old man had an extramarital affair with a dancer in a bar. This kind of dirty relationship made the mother unbearable, and finally she simply left, and her own was thrown by the old man's side.

When he was in elementary school, he himself was very interested in the performance of Western musical instruments. He planned to study art and musical instrument performance in college. In the future, he could be a performer or an artist.

But the father who is a politician is absolutely not allowed.

Politicians appreciate art for the sake of politics, but politicians absolutely do not appreciate artists. In their eyes, artists are a bunch of lunatics who don’t know the emotion of collecting.

And politicians are known for being good at hiding their emotions and wearing a mask of hypocrisy all year round.

As the chief prosecutor, Charlie is no exception. He looks down on artists very much, and his family can't bear the so-called artists his son does.

Politicians are born fraudsters, and Charlie, as a well-recognized public politician, was naturally too.

He didn't veto his son's plan rudely, but persuaded his son to take the public office test first, and then he agreed to let his son engage in his so-called art.

Pete agreed, and under his father's tricks, he passed the exam easily, but found that he couldn't extricate himself from then on, as if he had fallen into a whirlpool and could never get out again.

Charlie is indeed a very tough fighter when it comes to fighting black, but that is my father's own life, so what does it have to do with me?

Pete often thinks this way, and blames his father.

Coupled with the fact that his father was old and disrespectful, and he was still looking for women everywhere, Pete felt very ashamed. The more he saw his father's sanctimonious face on TV media and newspapers, the more disappointed he was.

But Pete came to the prison according to his father's thoughts, and helped him keep an eye on a gang leader in the prison, Nietzsche.Lutheran.

But that man was so scary, exuding hostility, Pete almost didn't dare to approach him, and not long after, his father died inexplicably, and it was a tragic death, without a whole body.

Pete felt sad about this father who rarely accompanied him, was promiscuous and had a strong desire to control. He couldn't say how sad he was, but he was really scared. What should he do in the future?

If that person killed his father, would he kill himself?

As a result, Pete simply stayed in the prison often and didn't want to go out. The outside world was too dangerous.

He now stays here almost every day, and has applied for the night shift. When he is sleepy, he will sleep in the police room of the prison, and he is so dazed that he doesn't want to go out.

In fact, the salary of the jailer is not high, but everyone else seems to have received a lot of money. Pete more or less knows why, bribes are everywhere, Pete is used to it, but he never imagined that he would have such a day.

Moreover, I am both willing and forced to do so.

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That night, after Pete had dinner, he walked around the corridors of the prison, saw other areas of the prison, and digested food by the way.

While he was walking, suddenly several Chinese people came towards him. He knew the leading one, named Feng Bai, who was pretty, but liked to be aggressive, sharp-tongued, and very concubine. cavity, nothing to always like to wear a pink shirt.

The sissy walked over quickly with her waist twisted. She was wearing a shirt that was neither male nor female, revealing a large part of her shoulders, but her expression looked very cruel.

Feng Bai saw Pete, walked over quickly, stretched out his hand and hugged Pete's shoulder with a smile.

Pete was taken aback by Feng Bai's hug, but he restrained his expression, turned his head to look at Feng Bai, and said calmly, "What's going on?"

Feng Bai stared straight at Pete's face with a pair of dark eyes, and suddenly opened his mouth and pulled out a smile, revealing his white teeth, "Brother policeman, let's go chat~"

"What do you want to talk about?"

Pete turned his head and looked, four or five people surrounded him, and they were all tall and tall. These people were all Chinese who had been with Han Sen during this period of time.

Feng Bai smiled hehehe.

"Such a romantic moment~Of course we need to talk about some interesting topics~"

After finishing speaking, Feng Bai pushed Pete's shoulder violently, his expression changed, he increased the strength in his hands, his arms tightly strangled Pete's neck, and said in a low voice with malicious intent.

"Come on, we're looking for you to chat, you'd better not refuse."

After finishing speaking, several people half-pushed and half-pushed Pete all the way to the abandoned warehouse used for storage in the prison.

"Han Sen, someone brought it."

Feng Bai yelled in a low voice, Peter was taken aback, he was pushed, and walked in.

As soon as Pete entered, he saw the young man named Han Sen sitting there.

"Good evening, Officer Pete."

Han Sen was originally sitting on a chair. When he saw Pete coming, he stood up and shook hands with Pete.

The warehouse was full of light, the lights were not turned on, only the moonlight coming in from the huge glass windows, cold, falling on the serious face of the man.

"May I ask what you want to tell me?"

Pete looked at Han Sen suspiciously.

Han Sen smiled silently, pulled his lips, sat down, raised his arms on the chair, propped his chin, looked straight at Pete and said, "You know how your father died."

Pete nodded, but did not speak.

Han Sen sneered: "Your father was beheaded and died."

"You, how do you know?!"

Pete looked at him in disbelief.

Han Sen waved his hand:

"I not only know how your father died, but also where his head is."

Pete slammed forward and grabbed Han Sen's collar, and said viciously:

"Where is it?! Father died without a whole body, so he can't go to heaven!"

Han Sen looked at Pete indifferently, and several men behind him stepped forward and pulled Pete off Han Sen's body. The two men put Pete on the shoulders, and Feng Bai ruthlessly pushed Pete's abdomen .

"Fuck your mother! What the hell are you doing?! Keep my hands and feet clean!"

Feng Bai mercilessly gave Pete a few fists, and when the man behind him let go, Pete fell to the ground suddenly, his abdomen hurting.

Pete curled up, hugged his abdomen tightly, and hummed in a low voice, Feng Bai looked at Pete who was curled up on the ground, raised his foot and kicked Pete hard.

Han Sen stood up from the chair, then bent down and sat beside Pete, and said expressionlessly: "I'm sorry, your father's head is probably buried in the back garden of Mr. Nietzsche Lutheran's villa. His bones and flesh have been eaten up by the hounds squatting in front of the villa."

"Ugh..."

Pete covered his stomach, turned his face, and looked at Han Sen fiercely.

Han Sen suddenly reached out and squeezed Pete's chin, looked straight at Pete with deep and ruthless eyes, and said in a cold tone: "You think Nietzsche really intends to let you go, you are so naive."

Han Sen raised his hand, patted Pete's face lightly, then sat back on his chair, crossed his legs and looked at Pete.

Pete got up from the ground, clutched his abdomen, looked straight at Han Sen and said:

"Then why didn't Nietzsche kill me now?"

Han Sen said lightly:

"That's because he didn't know that you knew about it. Of course he didn't want to touch you."

Han Sen did this without anyone noticing. Even Charlie's mistress didn't know who entered his yard, killed his lover, and cut off his lover's head, let alone Pete. Innocent little guy.

To Nietzsche, Pete was not a threat at all, and Nietzsche was too lazy to touch him, but if Pete knew that Judge Charles' death was planned by himself, then Pete would be in danger. Nietzsche never liked to leave hidden dangers for himself.

"You threaten me."

Pete looked at Han Sen angrily.

Han Sen pulled his lips silently, waved and said:

"Threatening you? Does it make sense? In your capacity, it doesn't make sense to me at all. I just want you to do a very simple thing for me, very simple, with little effort."

Pete looked straight at Han Sen, "Why should I promise you?"

Han Sen raised his eyebrows,

"For revenge, to avenge the murder of my father, I can help you to completely smash everything about Nietzsche Lutheran, and you only need to pay a negligible price."

Pete looked straight at Han Sen. This young man seemed to be born with the power to convince him. Moreover, his father's innocent death was tragic. As his father's only legitimate son, he must avenge this enmity.

But Nietzsche, as the leader of the underworld, Pete knew that he was in Nietzsche.Lutheran was completely vulnerable in front of him.

No, it should be said that it is not worth mentioning.

"What do you want me to do?"

Pete looked straight at Han Sen.

Han Sen pointed at Feng Bai,

"This is my friend. He wants to do some 'small business' in the prison. I hope you can turn a blind eye when our goods come in. The doorman was bribed by us. I hope to come You didn't see anything then."

"That's my responsibility."

Pete said seriously, frowning.

Han Sen smiled coldly: "Responsibility."

Then he stood up abruptly, lowered his head and pinched Pete's chin, and said with a cruel look: "Think about your responsibility to your father, to save your own life, and someone will visit his grave in the future, that's your responsibility. Besides , I will give you a generous reward."

Han Sen's height was much taller than when he first entered the prison. Pete could only be watched condescendingly by Han Sen. Han Sen's aura was too cold. Pete couldn't straighten up when he looked at him like this.

"Okay, I promise you, just turn a blind eye."

"Good."

Han Sen pulled his lips, smiled softly, his expression was very happy, then reached out and patted Pete's face and said: "Okay, you promise me now, then, as a man, you have to remember your oath , don’t lie to me, and don’t break your oath, otherwise, I will make you regret knowing me and living in this world.”

After finishing speaking, Han Sen raised his wrist to look at the time, collected his expression, and said lightly: "It's so late, I'm going back first, Nietzsche is still waiting for me."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen glanced at Pete lightly, turned and walked out.

"Tiaozi! You must count what you said, don't forget it! Otherwise, it will look good to you!"

Before leaving, Feng Bai reminded him in a bad tone.

Han Sen walked out straight away, followed by the men who stretched out their hands.

Until there was no sound in the warehouse, only the sound of the wind, Pete suddenly came to his senses, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his back was wet.

This young man is not as old as himself, but the sense of oppression is already terrifying. As long as he wants to, he can give people a feeling of darkness, making people breathless.

That man named Han Sen is Nietzsche.Luther Blue Ribbon is out...

Pete suddenly thought of this, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably a few times.

That's right, that's the one brought out by Lutheran.