Cosma Empire

After breakfast the next morning, the detachment leader did not let the prisoners go to work immediately, but gathered them together and said that there was one thing to explain to everyone.

"Last night, an accident happened in the prison area. A prisoner slipped and fell while taking a bath. He injured the back of his head and fell into a coma. Finally, he was suffocated to death by the wet towel covering his face." Seriously, he slapped the tabletop a few times with the steel whip in his hand, quieting the whispering prisoners, "This is simply a disgrace to our prison! How could such a big person slip, I heard this I couldn’t believe my ears when it happened. Are you all only three or five years old? You can still slip after taking a bath? What’s even more ridiculous is why no one helped him up after he fell and put him in a safe place? I have to wonder if you cold-blooded trash have compassion and humanity"

"Starting from today, you must wear non-slip slippers when taking a bath. I don't want such a ridiculous tragedy to happen again. If someone falls in the bathroom, the last three people who leave the bathroom must be responsible for it, Remember, there will be no next time."

Du Lin understands that this is a hidden warning. The bathroom in winter seems to be the best place to kill people. Once everyone starts to take a shower, the water vapor diffuses quickly, and it is almost impossible to see anything one meter away in the bathroom. Coupled with the rustling sound of water dripping to the ground, as long as relevant preparations are made, no one will be found dead in the bathroom until the water vapor in the bathroom dissipates.

He was a little pity, it's a pity that such a good place can no longer be used.

After the team leader named and reprimanded several prisoners who did not work hard, he asked the prison guards to watch the prisoners leave the restaurant and go to the workshop to start working. The most recent order was from a trading company that produces and sells blankets. They ordered 5,000 blankets. With the advent of winter, such seasonal products are also in peak sales season, and the trading company's own factory is too late to operate at full capacity, so it has to teach the task to the prisoners in the district prison.

Everyone must complete two blankets every day. This is the bottom line. Those who exceed it will be rewarded, and those who do not will be punished. In such a working environment, there are no management methods and human feelings at all. Fortunately, the production of blankets is not complicated, or the blankets they make are not high-end products. You only need to use a special tool to clamp a small pile of fluff to penetrate the blanket, and tighten it on the back with a needle and thread. Although the workload is relatively large, fortunately, the work is simple.

"Hey kid, you make this blanket!" Du Lin, who was buried in his work, didn't notice the surrounding environment, and a blanket was thrown from a place away. A guy grinned at him, his eyes showing a fierce luster, "I found that you did it very quickly, and this blanket is my reward for you!"

This kind of provocation and oppression always exists in prisons. There has never been a prison in this world that is full of peace and love. All prisons have oppression and humiliation, which divides classes.

Durin just glanced at him,

He threw the blanket he threw on the ground, and the guy stood up after staring. Before he could do anything, the prison guard hit him on the back with a stick, "Go back and sit down. Finish your own work, or you will suffer tonight!" As he spoke, the prison guard looked at the others again, "I warn you, don't cause trouble here, you can't afford it, understand?"

The guy didn't seem to care about the prison guard's stick. He casually swept away the possible dust on his shoulders, pointed at Du Lin, and sat back down. Many prisoners were waiting to watch the show with smiles on their faces. If they wanted to stand out and become masters, they had to learn to step on others to elevate themselves. This place is like a dark jungle with basic rules. If you want to stand at the top of the food chain, you have to step down others.

It's just disappointing that after the work was over, the guy who provoked Durin didn't seem to have an immediate conflict. He seemed to just want to provoke Durin to make the first move. The more this happened, the more Du Lin felt that he couldn't wait any longer. The other party began to try to take the initiative from a passive situation, so the danger must be eliminated in the bud.

He quickly set his sights on a very regular guy.

This guy is very strong, his muscles are bulging like hard rocks, his life in prison is very regular, he participates in every activity according to the regulations in the prison every day, and he uses equipment to exercise before eating at night. Of course, when they take a shower, they will go in together as a group and come out together as a group. It seems that there is no place to start, but it also allows Du Lin to find an opportunity.

In the evening of the second day, people began to leave the work area after the work was over. The management of prisoners in prisons is basically in a state of semi-stocking. As long as they do not violate the regulations, they can still have some freedom. In order to prevent these prisoners from spending too much energy on fighting, the prison also opened sports facilities for them to vent their excessive energy.

This strong guy walked to the exercise area according to his own life rules. He is very proud of the muscles on his body. He thinks that a man should have such a body to be called a man. After doing some machine work, he took a short break and lay down on a bench press. The barbell directly above him weighed one hundred and fifty pounds, and not many people in the entire prison could push this level of weight.

He took a deep breath, pushed the barbell up, and put it back on the rack after five consecutive pushes. He took a deep breath, thinking about his next exercise plan. His goal is 180 pounds, but it will take a long time. He pushed the barbell up again, obviously this time his movement speed and range were much worse than the first time. He opened his mouth and roared loudly, and everyone who was exercising was no stranger to it.

After the second five reps, the bar was back on the rack, and the rate of his chest rising and breathing quickened once again. When he rested for a while and raised the barbell for the third time, he already felt obvious strenuous effort. After barely finishing five pushes, he put the barbell above the rack as he was used to, and loosened his hands. During his time in prison, he did it every time.

When the barbell touched the rack and was supported, the sound of metal clanging gave him an illusion of strength, but this time it was not strength, but death.

For some unknown reason, the 150-pound barbell didn't bite the support frame, and continued to fall after a short contact, directly pressing on his forehead. Those scientists keep saying that the human skull is the hardest, but every time there will be wrong deviations. When he got up, the barbell was pressed on his forehead, and he pressed his raised head back, and then with a click, the barbell got stuck between his head and the pillar, and a large piece of blood and some white soft tissue flowed along. As the back of his head tick-tocked and fell to the ground.