Basketball glory

Baltimore, USA, is a city considered a paradise for criminals.

Fighting with weapons, drugs, and all kinds of unimaginable chaos fill this city.

It is hard to imagine that a city adjacent to the New York metropolis and sitting on a good harbor would become synonymous with gangs and chaos.

The wilderness and remote suburbs northwest of the city have never attracted people to settle.

Only withered grass and dry rivers characterize this area.

The Baltimore Penitentiary is located here.

In a city with a high crime rate, the prison had to be expanded several times to accommodate the increasing number of people.

The prison environment is much better after renovation, and the two-person cells are not crowded.

The guards are extremely strict but do not abuse the prisoners.

Countries that advocate Christianity are eager to use enlightenment to appease the sins of prisoners.

In the center of the prison is a wide indoor square. The 15-acre square is only slightly smaller than a standard football field.

In the middle of the square is the only basketball court in the entire prison.

The cement floor with a few lines of red paint became the most sacred place in the entire prison.

Surrounding the basketball court is a collection of sports equipment and leisure equipment.

At the far end are the two-story stands.

At 5 o'clock every morning, after the prisoners have had breakfast, they are driven to the indoor square for exercise.

The two-story bleachers are where prison guards monitor the prison.

With nearly 2,000 prisoners entering the indoor square, it is a bit crowded. Male and female prisoners are mixed together, which will inevitably cause various problems.

The prison guards also turned a blind eye to what happened in the indoor square and generally would not intervene as long as there was no riot.

We all understand the principle that things must turn against each other when they reach their extreme. Managing prisoners too harshly will only arouse their resistance.

In May 2013, an ordinary police car escorted seven inmates slowly into the prison.

A dark and sturdy prison guard immediately came up to him. His black police uniform was so bulging that it seemed to blend in with his whole body.

A bare head paired with an extra-large glue stick is enough to make the prisoner unable to resist at all.

This is the "ruler" of this prison, Warden Martin.

Every prison inmate loves and hates him. He will not beat, scold or humiliate prisoners, and even treats prisoners as family members.

Strive for better funds and improved food and environment for prisoners serving their sentences.

But if there is riot or evasion of labor reform, etc., he will definitely be punished.

Therefore, for more than ten years, no one serving his sentence here dared to contradict him.

Even if everyone is a ruthless person behind his back, they will not show it in front of Martin.

"Hey, Ken. Why did you bring a bunch of kids here this time!" Before the police car could stop, Martin surrounded him.

Seeing that there were several teenagers in the car, I couldn't help but be startled, and then asked with a smile.

"Haha, even though they are small, they are all very vicious."

When the car stopped, a tall white young man stepped out of the police car first, and it turned out to be Ken just mentioned.

Despite what he said, the policeman showed no fear at all.

It can be seen from his demeanor that this policeman must have received a good military education.

"I'll leave it to you to reform." Ken said, but looked at these seven young people.

He threw the handcuff keys to Martin, opened the car door, and signaled the seven people to come out quickly.

"This is your new home."

"You're going to love it here."

Martin added what Ken said, and then the two looked at each other, looking full of affection.

"Are you going to leave after eating?"

Ken glanced at the watch on his wrist, then shook his head: "It's a bit of a personal matter."

"Then I won't keep you."

Martin's only response was the roar of a police car engine.

"Follow me and I'll arrange your room first."

Seeing just a few young people coming here, Martin felt bored for a while and turned around and left.

For the warden, these are just a few new prisoners serving their sentences, but for several young people, this is indeed a turning point in their lives.

Maybe a good life will be ruined here.

Following Martin, An Ran was able to observe the layout of the prison.

Not to mention the guards who were deployed in the prison covertly and covertly, even Martin at the front was not sure he could beat him.

The idea of ​​​​escaping from prison was instantly rejected by himself.

The only thing that made him excited was that he knew that he had avoided death, and only by living could he have hope.

This time does not seem to be a rest time, so there is no one in the prison room, and I don’t know where they have gone.

Walking along the corridor step by step, passing by small huts, An Ran understood that this was the den for every prisoner.

Gray steel bars are inlaid on the doors and windows, and you can vaguely see what's inside.

It doesn't have a strange smell, on the contrary it's quite neat.

If the steel bars were removed, such a small house in New York would cost tens of thousands of dollars.

An Ran was thinking blankly, and suddenly found that everyone had stopped.

"Big man, go in. Someone will come to give you daily necessities later and enter your information."

Seeing Martin pointing at herself, An Ran nodded.

He called him a big man because of his height of 1.89 meters. An Ran smiled and immediately walked into his room.

There was a "crash" sound and the door was closed.

The whole world seemed to be quiet.

The small space and quiet air made An Ran extremely uncomfortable, so she could only try her best to divert her attention.

"It turns out that the inside is not that good. There is only a small sink for washing, a set of wooden tables and chairs, two beds and a latrine without a baffle."

"Here is a cup, it must be my roommate's cup.

"An Ran tried her best to comfort herself, trying to calm herself down.

However, after all, I am still a child under the age of 20, so I am inevitably a little scared in this environment.

It seems that he is worried about his future and whether he can still go out.

An Ran couldn't help but start thinking wildly.

I looked at the electronic bracelet on my hand, even though it didn't hinder my movement.

But Enron knew that this was the latest technology of the American police.

If he makes any move, the prison guard can control the bracelet to self-destruct, which is powerful enough to blow off his entire right hand.

He sighed slightly, as if it was useless to think about this, so he lay down on the bed and rested.

The bed without bedding is very hard and not comfortable enough.

But for a person who has been worried for several days, it is indeed an incomparable gift.

Just yesterday, he was still worried that that person with powerful hands and eyes would insist on demanding his death.

Today, at least I don't have to worry about losing my life.

"It's so good to be alive." He laughed twice.

The tense nerves gradually relaxed, and a feeling of sleepiness came to my mind.

It seemed like he was dreaming about the colleague he saved, it was like he was dreaming about his uncle in China, it was like he was dreaming about his friends on the school team.