[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Mayor Simulator

Because he couldn't understand the behavior of the warden for the time being, Bruce decided to be more cautious.

After dinner, he went to the library, which was paid for cleaning. However, in the library, he didn't talk to anyone, but quietly listened to other people's conversations.

Ordinary newcomers seldom seized opportunities like Bruce, and if they hadn't been in prison for too long, few people would come to the library.

"Boss Kyle changed his cell..."

"It's the same on my side, in the cell..." the man whispered, "The thorns in the cell have been replaced by other places."

"I don't know where their new cell is? Could it be that these able-bodied people live together?"

"Maybe it will be your turn to change the cell tomorrow?"

"Don't be funny...hahaha."

Change cells?

He spent two hours in the library and heard several groups of people talking about it.

— Changing cells seems to be a recent event, after Bella Betivin took office.

These people who have been changed have several things in common: they are all strong and strong, there is no old man, they have committed heinous crimes, and they have more than one life in their hands.

Bruce wrote down the news, and after finding the prison guard at the entrance of the library, he expressed his willingness to participate in tonight's independent work.

The sudden change to the cell in the psychiatric ward brought the sense of urgency to the highest in Bruce's heart. He didn't want to stand out too much, but thinking about it now, the sooner he moves, the better.

The prison guard swept him up and down, and asked a few questions: "I remember your case is not big, yes, you haven't killed anyone... Are your fingers sensitive? Are there any disabilities in your hands?"

Bruce certainly didn't.

The prison guard laughed: "Then I hope you will be patient enough and not reveal the content of tonight's work, but you are living in a single room now, so you probably don't have much chance... Come with me."

What work cannot be disclosed?

Bruce frowned and followed, telling himself in his heart that he must always be vigilant.

He stared at the prison guard's back, thinking that he could knock him unconscious on the ground without making a sound in three seconds, and then grab the other's gun.

And Bruce raised his head slightly, and he took into account the monitoring position in the corridor. He could get rid of the handcuffs at any time, but his purpose was not to escape from prison—and, some vague intuition told him that even if he succeeded Solve the monitoring and prison guards together, and there will be some unspeakable existences that will observe him-be more careful.

Bruce remained vigilant and followed the prison guards through most of the Blackgate Prison. It was already 11 o'clock in the evening, but he was not sleepy and was still full of energy.

This workplace is located in the northwest corner of the first floor of the Black Gate Prison, and Bruce knew at a glance that it used to be a warehouse.

After the prison guard released his handcuffs, he pushed the man in and said, "Go and register yourself, and then you will be scored according to each case."

The lights are bright.

Bruce narrowed his eyes, then opened them quickly, and he froze for a moment.

In the eyes is a busy handmade factory, countless sewing machines are working together——

He finally knew why the prison guard asked him if his fingers were sharp!

Obviously, that's not Bruce's purpose either.

"Does the warden have anything to do with the 'conspiracy' of letting prisoners do manual work?" He smiled inwardly, but since he came, the work still needs to be done.

After scanning the guards with guns around, Bruce lowered his head slightly, and found the person in charge of registration and piece counting, who was also a prisoner.

The prisoner was fat and short. He frowned and had a grumpy face. When he saw Bruce, he shouted, "Hey you idiot, what are you doing there, come here!"

Bruce: "..." For some reason, he thought this guy looked familiar.

However, following the usual low-key principle, he quickly walked over, reported his number, and was assigned to his sewing machine.

Hmm...on the sewing machine.

Bruce fumbled around with the sewing machine, and joined the others, stepping on the sewing machine for their only task, a thicker green hood.

He thought about the hood—

Fluorescent green, which will make people wearing hoods stand out at night.

The words "environmental protection" on the back of the head indicate that this work was probably carried out by the prison from an environmental protection organization.

The strap at the neck is a buckle type, so it is difficult to take off the hood directly, but you have to untie the belt and the buckle first.

The glasses are light-shielding, and there are vents below...it's more user-friendly.

The conclusion is that the prison has taken over the work of some environmental organization, and let the prisoners make fluorescent green hoods, which may be uniforms for labor - but why hoods?What labor needs to be done while wearing a head covering?

Even if it was cleaning the sewer, Bruce easily found that this hood didn't have the function of filtering poisonous gas, and naturally it couldn't filter bad smell.

Its only role should be to "stand out" and "cover the face".

How weird, Bruce thought as he stepped on the sewing machine.

Another oddity: he discovered that he knew a lot.

He knows all kinds of fighting skills, which is almost instinctive. His body is very flexible and his learning ability is very strong. He can operate the sewing machine immediately. When he walked around the library, he found that many books can be guessed after reading the beginning. , indicating that he has seen it, but just forgot.

Yes... Bruce had a vague feeling that he had forgotten something.

But his memory is flawless, and his past life experience cannot fit so many books and so many physical and instinctive exercises.

--what on earth is it?

"Hey, brother," at this moment, the prisoner next to Bruce called him in a low voice, "You're new here, which cell are you in?"

Bruce's heart moved, but of course he didn't say it, but asked him instead: "Why are you asking this?"

The prisoner winked at him: "Did you see the guy in charge of registration? He is the former gangster Penguin, but now he is doing piecework. Don't look at the guy sitting in front as if he is idle. In fact, he I also have to step on the sewing machine - he has a daily work quota, and after completion, he has to record the work we have done, pick out the defective products, and work until midnight every day."

Bruce looked at him with a smile, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes: "What do you want to do by telling me this?"

"What job should the famous Penguin be in charge of?" The prisoner lowered his voice and said furtively, "And the hoods we made are piled up in the warehouse, but we have never seen anyone come to take the hoods away .”

"The most important thing," the man whispered, "is that recently, prisoners have been changed cells, and my brother was taken away."

Bruce: "What crime did your brother commit?"

The prisoner was silent for a while: "He was too impulsive. He killed his boss and other colleagues at work. There were seven people in total, and they were arrested immediately. I came in because of theft."

"He has been very irritable since he was a child, and he said what he said. He has been there since he was a child, and he often beat me..."

"But there is no way. He is my brother. He was taken away. I at least want to know whether he is dead or alive."

It seems that the selected prisoners are indeed serious criminals?

Bruce's subordinates continued to work and whispered, "I'm a new prisoner, and our cells are full of new prisoners."

He didn't say he was transferred to the psychiatric unit.

The prisoner was much depressed: "Damn, forget it, it seems that I can't find any clues from you..."

"I haven't seen my brother and other prisoners taken away since the prison implemented group meals and releases, and I don't even know if they are alive or dead..."

There was only the hum of the machine working in the room, and it was very noisy. The guy named Penguin had two sparrows on his shoulders. He stood up suddenly, walked over to Bruce, and knocked on the table in their row.

The others stopped in surprise, while Penguin stared at Bruce and said, "Your name."

"Bruce," Bruce looked at him, and found that Penguin didn't seem to have a good rest, and the dark circles under his eyes were very obvious. He added, "Bruce Malone."

Penguin: "..."

Penguin stared at him inexplicably: "What were you talking about just now? You, and you—"

He pointed to Bruce and the thief and prisoner next to him: "Your workload today is cancelled! Do you still have time to chat while you're working?"

An angry expression flashed across the face of the prisoner next door, and he complained in a low voice: "It's not against the rules to chat..."

"It's not against the rules to chat," Bruce said calmly, "You just want to show your rights, deter others and take revenge on us."

Penguin: "Shut up! You bastard, do you want to be locked up?"

Bruce sweeps over his head.

Suddenly he moved—

He pressed Penguin's shoulder with one hand and threw him on the table. The two quickly wrestled. Penguin probably didn't realize it at first, but in fact his fighting ability was not bad, and this guy shouted: "You What are you doing? Hey, what are you looking at? Come and help me-"

Although some people didn't move, others, perhaps worried about the threat of the penguin at work, rushed over.

However, their fighting ability is not as good as that of the Penguin. Bruce is almost able to handle it with ease, and most of them are knocked down with one punch.

The sound of the machines stopped, their disturbance finally attracted attention, the guards fired warning shots, and the prison guards rushed over and punched everyone, then handcuffed them.

"All of you will be locked up." The prison guard said harshly.

Bruce glanced at him, looked down and smiled.

His purpose was achieved.

—It's better to sleep in the brig than across from the clown.

Moreover, Bruce felt that if he wanted to speed up, he had to find a chance to meet the warden before deciding what to do next.

There is a problem with his memory, and there is a problem with this prison. The contact person a week later may not be reliable, so he has to prepare a plan B to save himself.

What he didn't understand was, why didn't he prepare plan B from the beginning?It made Bruce feel a little silly for being in prison before.

Five minutes after the incident, Weiwei, who was arguing with the Land Commissioner at the mayor's office in South Hinckley, received the news.

——After all, among the people who were beaten was the penguin she focused on.

Vivi's plan to buy the land was not going well, because the land director of South Hinckley Town immediately pulled down his face after hearing that she was not from Gotham, but from out of town.

And although "Vivi White" is from Gotham, the other party turned on the computer to check, and found that this identity was not registered for a long time, and there was that "you know I know" smile on his face-he felt that "Vivi "It's a laborer who smuggled into Gotham and just got his status.

"Nan Hinckley does not welcome outsiders," said the other party with a contemptuous smile on his face. "Ms. Bediven... the warden? No matter what your status is, you should leave as soon as possible."

The warden himself was kicked out of his office because no one would receive her any more.

She touched her chin, feeling extremely speechless.

South Hinckley Township belongs to the autonomous town below Gotham City. It is located on an island. It was allowed to be self-governing because the roads were not clear. They have a small copper mine here. South Hinckley is quite rich in minerals. The locals They all rely on mining for a living, and their lives are very closed and exclusive.

Buying land in South Hinckley doesn't seem to work. Rather, Weiwei thinks what kind of main task in construction can be activated here-the game will never let there be places in the city that are not under the player's rule?However, it may be because some prerequisites have not been met. She has not been able to activate it at this time. It should be ok to come here a few more times in the future to learn more about this town.

Weiwei shook her head: Do you really want to buy land in Bristol County?

She doesn't mind, the purpose of buying the land is to build a manor, there is a site that belongs to Vivi - Bella's home has been bombed - on this site, it will be more convenient for her to hire teachers, and there is also a place for training .

…but there is also Wayne Manor nearby in Bristol County.

It is said that Batman has a good relationship with the wealthy Wayne. Doesn't she want to live under Batman's watchful eyes?

Forget it...the skill trainer hasn't been found yet?

And she asked the Penguin to train those felons who used THE1, but before they were allowed to go to work, the Penguin actually entered the prison infirmary. Why is he so good?

The number A07S1771 who defeated the Penguin and sent everyone else to the infirmary has nothing to do. He is being locked up in a confinement room and has no injuries that need to be treated in the infirmary.

And he is more than a dozen...

Weiwei was thoughtful: "Match Ma Long...I have to meet him."