Blackstone Code

Bang...

Kosai spun in the air and flew into the school gate. He was actually lucky.

If he was standing against the wall, maybe just for a moment, he would have to return to the arms of God.

He stood in the door frame, and the huge impact of the car only knocked him away. Of course, the injuries were serious, but at least he still had a little hope of survival.

"No……!"

It was four or five seconds after the crash that Coce's mother, the warden's wife, realized what had happened.

She felt as if something had pulled out her muscles in an instant, and her whole body went limp.

But soon, she crawled towards her son on her hands and knees like a dog in a very... indescribable way.

She could no longer stand up, so crawling over was the only thing a mother could imagine doing at this time!

The warden also reacted. He quickly helped his wife up, and the two of them ran quickly towards Kesai.

The campus was also in chaos. No one would have thought that such a bad thing would happen on such an important day in life.

People looked at Kesai with some fear in their hearts.

There may be some discomfort, but not much. What they fear is not that Kesai will die, become disabled, or get injured.

What they fear is that people are too fragile.

They are actually very fragile, just like... Kesei is so fragile, which makes them a little worried and worried about themselves.

Teachers, students, including the principal all ran over.

This is a private campus, and the annual tuition fees can make ordinary people dig their eyes out.

If Cosey really dies or becomes disabled, the investors on the school board will rip off the heads of the school management!

They are similar to the students. What they care about is not whether Kesei can live well. What they care about is... that the school's reputation and enrollment should not encounter any trouble because of this.

But no matter what people's purpose is, their wishes at this time are good, that is, they hope that Kesei will be okay.

Kesei lay on the ground and rolled over, his body twitching from time to time.

His eyes looked at the blue sky. The sunlight that was dazzling not long ago was no longer so dazzling.

He had a desire to vomit, and human instinct subconsciously suppressed the desire to vomit through the action of swallowing.

He remembered... he was signing a mailing list. This was the rule of the post office. For some valuable items, someone would definitely need to sign for them.

He has good calligraphy and cursive calligraphy.

It is said that many people from the Holy Peace Society like cursive calligraphy, and this writing method can also improve their image to a certain extent.

He has developed this habit. Starting from the first letter, he writes seriously until... he starts flying.

Everything goes too fast!

Too fast to react!

His eyes moved feebly, and he saw his father.

In his not-so-long life, the warden has always played the role of the hero in his life. Yes, the warden is a hero to Coser!

He created a world for his family so that he could have a good life and receive a more rigorous and higher-standard education in a private school.

He never yells or scolds himself loudly, nor does he hit himself. He is very patient.

Sometimes during the holidays, the father and son would travel together. They fished in the middle of the lake and skied down the snow-capped mountains.

They have been to tourist resorts for swimming and diving, and they have also been to deep mountains and snow forests to cut trees for warmth...

Everything in the past flashed quickly in his mind. He wanted to express something, but he couldn't.

His body felt like he had lost control. He didn't know why he was so powerless about his body. He hated this feeling and wanted to get rid of it!

He saw his mother again, and he wanted to raise his hand to wipe the tears from her face. He wanted to tell her that everything would be fine.

He still couldn't do it, he could only watch his mother cry sadly.

He saw his girlfriend. She was so worried about him and was in pain all the time. They had been unhappy because of some small things before.

Now it seems that she loves herself, otherwise she would not cry so sadly and sadly!

Teachers, classmates, principal...

Kosai is not the best in school, nor does he have the best family background. He can only be considered above average.

He has never been surrounded by everyone like this before, and he has become the core of everyone. This feeling...

The desire to vomit was transmitted to the central nervous system again, and this time the desire was stronger.

He tried to use swallowing movements to continue fighting the desire to vomit, but this time, he failed...

"puff……"

A large mouthful of blood spurted out. It was a spurt.

His swallowing action caused a conflict with the reflux in his stomach, and something choked into his trachea.

He coughed as something rose up through his windpipe.

He had an instinctive cough that he couldn't control. He actually couldn't do anything, but he still had the strength to cough at this time!

A large mouthful of blood spurted out in bits and pieces, and everyone's expressions froze...

As for Kesai, this cough just now seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength.

After spitting out a few more mouthfuls, he slowly closed his eyes.

so tired……

take a break.

When you get home... remember to wake me up.

"No!", the warden roared angrily, his whole body was like a boiled red lobster, and his body was shaking violently with anger and fear.

His wife had fainted, and he ran quickly towards the door. He wanted to kill the person who took away his child!

The out-of-control car was still in place, with the hood raised and thick smoke pouring out from the inside.

The driver was lying on the steering wheel, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

At this time, the nearby patrol police and mounted police had already rushed over. In order to ensure the security of the school, the school donates a lot of money to the nearby branch every year.

Of course, the branch took into consideration issues such as police-citizen cooperation, so they arranged for many police officers to patrol near the school.

The expressions of the police were also very solemn. When they arrived, the warden had just used it to remove the deformed car door.

At this moment, a stronger smell of alcohol than before wafted out of the cab.

“What the hell, how much did this bastard drink?”, one trooper shook his head.

What I dislike the most as a Mountie is these drunk drivers.

They often do stupid things, such as provoking the police.

Under the influence of alcohol they seem to think they are the masters of the world, or they sometimes chase other cars.

If it were just these, it wouldn't be enough to say that I don't like it or even hate it.

What really makes them a nuisance is that they are not entirely responsible for their actions while intoxicated, and sometimes the treatment for them is minor.

It's not even a punishment.

The warden grabbed the driver's hair and pulled him out of the cab, but not completely.

One of his legs was caught in it, and it looked like he was seriously injured. At least his right foot was broken.

After pulling several times and getting no response, the warden punched the driver in the face with his fist.

I don’t know if the driver was unconscious or completely drunk. His nostrils were bleeding after the punch, but he didn’t wake up.

People around him hurriedly stopped the warden, and others began to clear the scene to make way for the ambulance that had arrived.

Kosai was being rescued and was sent to the ambulance.

The hospital's medical equipment is definitely more convenient and effective than on-site rescue. Sitting in the car, the warden's eyes were full of self-blame and boundless anger.

He knows who did it, it was the Brothers Grimm who did it!

He knows this.

He originally wanted to compromise, but this time, they got it wrong!

They should not do anything to their children or put their families in danger!

Once the child is sent to the hospital, he will go back immediately and send old Fox on the road!

Since he started running a private prison, the warden has had many lives in his hands.

The first time he killed someone was because the bastard was unwilling to cooperate with their work and kept provoking the management.

If you don't keep that thorn in your side, it won't be easy to do your job in prison.

There are only two types of people who can go to private prisons.

The first type are those with money and power. They enter private prisons just to enjoy themselves.

In addition to not being able to go out casually, they can also go out if necessary.

Apart from the slight restrictions on freedom, living in a private prison is actually no different from living in a villa!

The second type is serious criminals, who have been at least twenty or thirty years old and have limited commutation of their sentences.

These people are cheap labor and there is no need to pay them wages, as long as they are not allowed to starve to death.

If you squeeze the labor of prisoners here, no one will say that you are doing something wrong.

Why do private prisons make money?

In addition to rich people coming to enjoy prison life, the main thing is to squeeze the labor force of these prisoners.

A thousand felons can each contribute about 1,780 yuan to more than 200 yuan in income to the prison every month. After deducting various costs, they can contribute 33 yuan to the warden's bank account every month. to 50,000 yuan.

This is still the value of one thousand people, not counting other income.

It is not difficult for a private prison with two to three thousand inmates, including those who come for vacation, to have a monthly revenue of more than 100,000 yuan.

Of course, this means that everyone is as obedient as possible.

If anyone disobeys, soon everyone will be on the opposite side of the prison.

You know, these prisoners they "bought" are all serious criminals, and many of them may have killed someone!

So no matter what, the first priority is to press down all the thorns.

When he beat the young man in his twenties crazily with a stick and accidentally hit him on the head, he committed murder for the first time in his life.

That young man... was in his early twenties.

That guy... had been hung up for a long time, and his head, which was always raised, suddenly dropped.

He didn't notice that a stick hit him on the back of the head, and then nosebleeds poured out from his nostrils, mouth, and ears...

Killing is actually not difficult.

He'll make old Fox and his men pay!