A War Between Spies

Standing behind the iron gate like Chris, waiting for the sound of the drop, the door of the cell opened, and Yang Yi stood with Chris.

In prison, every move must follow the rules. As for eating, this is no exception.

There were two people standing outside each cell, and a few of them stood at the door. After the prison guards had roughly checked it out, the long queues of prisoners began to go out.

Collective meals, line up for bathing, sleep on time, one hour of air release time every day, and then good offenders can also be responsible for doing some work, such as washing clothes, distributing food and so on.

All of this is normal, but for Yang Yi, this new opportunity to contact with others means danger to him, but it also determines whether he can find Zhang Yong.

Yang Yi will not yell Zhang Yong’s name when he is eating, and does not say whether Zhang Yong is calling this name here, but that he dares to yell and scream, and he will certainly be beaten.

So shouting is no good, you have to rely on yourself to search and find Zhang Yong with a pair of eyes, and then find opportunities to talk, there is no other way.

Chris reminded Yang Yi not to look at it, but to find Zhang Yong, he had to look around, so Yang Yi had to be as natural as possible, with a smaller movement to observe.

Already in the collective canteen, the prisoner grows up in a long queue, taking turns taking the place to take the meal, basically all the light offenses are here, it is a good time to observe.

After receiving the food, the prisoners sat in order and began to eat at the dinner table. There was no compulsory to sit there, but the prisoners had their own rapport. They should sit there and who would sit with them. All are rules.

While Yang Yi followed the team slowly, he was observing the prisoners who had sat down to eat.

Zhang Yong is also a Chinese, so it is much more convenient to find him. First, most of the prison is black, then Latino, then white, yellow is rare, Yang Yi saw in the cafeteria For a while, even a yellow person has not found it, but it also means that as long as he sees Asians, especially the yellow people in East Asia, he can basically find Zhang Yong.

Yang Yi himself thinks so.

It’s time for Yang Yi’s turn to take the meal. He picked up a plastic plate and took a small, soft spoon. A soft fork would never be used as a fork for weapons. Then he stood on the food. Stall.

A spoon of sticky black bar licked something on Yang Yi's plate, the unidentified object looked like a bean, and there were two slices of bread, a cup of beverage that was obviously over-element.

What surprised Yang Yi was that there was still a piece of meat, white, which should be chicken. Although it looked like it was not good, there was still a piece of meat.

However, when Yang Yi took the plate and followed Chris to find a table he could sit down, he quickly found a black man with a plate standing on the side of the team.

But when the prisoner who had taken the food passed the black man, someone who placed the plate on the plate would put the piece of meat on the plate on the black plate.

Yang Yi immediately understood, this is the prisoner.

There is no buffet in the prison, and the prison does not make people feel very comfortable. The food here can make Yang Yi eat half full, and for those big or big belly fat people, the things on the plate are just enough teeth. Sewn.

Since you are not eating enough, it is secondary to a good taste. Filling your stomach is the number one priority. In this case, it is normal for the prisoner to **** food from other prisoners.

Watching the prisoners silently and taking the initiative to hand over their best food, without any complaints, and the prison guards also turned a blind eye to all this, Yang Yi knew that this is the unspoken rules in the prison.

Yang Yi is about to go to the black man who collects the meat. He is thinking, should you hand over this piece of meat?

Yang Yi was not hungry for the first meal he had just entered the prison, and he had no appetite for the food on the plate. Whether he could eat it or not was a problem, but he could not hand over his food.

Because there is no resistance for the first time, then it is difficult to have the courage to resist again in the future. This is one of them. After Yang Yi, it is necessary to exercise regularly. He needs a lot of food. This is the second one. If there is no Resist, wait until there is demand in the future to stop feeding the food, then it will lead to a more intense reaction, this is the third.

Therefore, Yang Yi will never give his own meat to others.

Chris was in front of Yang Yi. He paused a little in front of the black man standing on the side of the plate and handed over the chicken on the plate. Yang Yi could see it. When handing over the piece of meat, Chris was Extremely reluctant, but he did not have any resistance, even the dissatisfaction was not revealed.

Yang Yi wants to walk calmly behind Chris, but the black man with the plate is not begging. He is using his own power to plunder other people's food. This is a big difference.

"Hey, you, stop."

Yang Yi looked at the black man around him~www.readwn.com~ The black man opened his mouth and showed his white teeth. After a sneer of demonstration, he whispered: "Is your eyes stunned? Smart One point, put your meat on this plate and then get out, otherwise you will die, sissy!"

Yang Yi looked at the black man. He didn't say too strong words to stir up the conflict, nor did he choose to silence. He was just a cold road: "Be away from me, you don't mess with me, I won't mess with you."

After finishing the conversation, Yang Yi took the plate and went on, and the black man stared at Yang Yi only, but said nothing.

It is certainly impossible for things to end like this. It is natural for the prison tyrant to maintain his authority. However, the face will face sooner or later, and Yang Yi is ready.

Chris sat on a table, only he was alone, Yang Yi naturally walked to the only acquaintance, whispered: "Can I sit here?"

Chris didn't look up, just a faint saying: "Yes."

Yang Yi sat opposite Chris. After Chris saw the chicken in Yang Yi's plate, he slightly raised his head. He looked a little surprised and whispered: "This is really not a wise choice. ”

Yang Yi whispered: "Thank you, but I am not afraid."

Chris frowned and said, "Is there a gang to protect you?"

"Oh, no."

Chris sighed softly, then he shook his head and whispered: "If you don't want to be sent to the infirmary, there are a few serious wounds on your face, then you'd better find a way to solve this trouble."

Yang Yi whispered: "How to solve?"

Chris looked at Yang Yi, and then he calmly said: "There will be a solution soon, wait."