Blackstone Code

The sun is actually not dazzling at all.

The air is much cleaner than the "dirty" air in the prison. Of course, this may also be related to the many plants outside the prison.

In order to prevent prisoners from escaping, there are no plants that can hide the human form in the area where mortals can move, let alone dense woods.

Although prisoners take showers every day, in addition to a lot of labor, there are various "fitness times" in prison.

The prisoners' body odor is very strong..., I shouldn't say it's smoky!

Sometimes when they are walking towards you, you can smell a strong body odor even when they are only three to five meters away.

It definitely stinks, but it's not completely stinky. It also has the smell of sweat and a strange smell caused by bacteria fermenting in the private parts because personal hygiene has not been cleaned for a long time!

It smells bad!

This smell permeates every corner of the prison, and it won't disappear just because the weather is cold.

At most, it’s not as intense as that day!

Michael took a deep breath. He wanted to fill his lungs with fresh air and exhale the damn, stale, prison air!

Twelve years in prison...

He didn't know how to describe it, but in short, he was no longer the person he used to be!

Those who have served more than ten years are serious criminals. Most of the serious criminals are detained in the "official heavy prisons" directly under the Bureau of Prisons.

Of course there are a handful of private heavy-duty prisons, but they are a tiny minority.

Federal justice does not leave much room for extremely heinous criminals.

In prison, Michael mastered some good life skills, such as operating a sewing machine, threading wires, skillfully using a soldering iron to solder various small appliances, and blacksmithing.

There isn't as much work here as in a private prison, but it's not that little either.

Ten hours of working time every day makes everyone exhausted. Only after dinner can everyone have a relatively long private time of their own.

Who are the people around him?

Perverted serial killers, gang leaders, cult leaders, criminals against humanity, and cannibals.

It was like hell inside, everyone looked hideous.

People who have never been there can never imagine that there is so much "evil" in this world and society!

The reason why he was able to persist was because he missed his son and his wife.

Fortunately, he came out!

He escaped from hell!

He pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and took one out.

Every moment, the classic and cheapest kind costs just over a dollar outside, but costs twenty dollars in prison.

With a month's salary, I can only buy five packs, but fortunately, at least I still have cigarettes to smoke.

Cigarettes were also an important thing for him to get through the most difficult period.

Cheap tobacco and nicotine hit the throat directly from the cigarette butt, and the substantial feeling and nicotine it brings satisfy the body's urgent needs.

"Huh..." He raised his head and slowly exhaled the smoke in his mouth. His whole body seemed to be reborn!

There is a bus stop opposite the prison. There are two buses passing here every day at 10:15 am and 3:15 pm. There are only two buses a day.

If you missed the evening shift, you would have to find a place to rest at the prison gate.

Fortunately, most prison releases are in the morning, and there is still time to take the morning bus.

Not long after, a shabby-looking bus stopped at the bus stop. The driver glanced at Michael and said nothing.

Not all criminals can change their minds after being released from prison. Some people will become even more evil and terrifying!

The driver didn't intend to communicate with Michael. He pointed to the coin acceptor, and Michael took out two ten-cent coins and put them in.

Actually it was only fifteen cents, but he didn't have a nickel.

He found an empty seat and sat down. As the bus drove slowly on the uneven ground, the bumpy body was like a cradle in grandma's house, making people drowsy.

Someone in the car had fallen asleep and was still snoring.

But not Michael, he was excited now.

Being able to see his wife and children is what he longs for most.

"Will they still remember me?"

"Can you recognize me immediately?"

A smile appeared on Michael's face unconsciously. He liked his son very much and often played the game of police catching bad guys with him when he was a child.

At that time, he always played the bad guy and let his son play the policeman.

His son also said that he wants to be a police officer when he grows up.

Now that I think about it, I should be working in the police station, right?

He did not consider other possibilities. Director Johnson still had some influence in Sabine City.

Wanting his son to enter the police station is just a phone call away for him, even if he retires!

Michael thought about a lot of other things. He thought about what he should do.

The federal government and federal society are not as tolerant towards ex-convicts as people think. Almost all companies and more than 90% of small shops are unwilling to accept ex-convicts.

This is about federal gang culture!

In the federation, it can be said that more than 80% of prisoners have gang backgrounds, and whether they are large companies or small and micro shops, they are unwilling to come into contact with things or people related to gangs.

This can cause problems for their operations.

And those very large companies that are not afraid of gang harassment do not need to accept ex-convicts at all. They have enough capital to select the top talents they need from society.

Rather than ex-convicts who have just been released from prison and may still have lice on their bodies.

"Maybe I can do something myself..."

"Build a small construction team?"

he thought.

He can also access information from the outside world in prison. Although he doesn't fully know what the current situation of the Federation is, he probably knows something about it.

This is a good time, as long as you are willing to work, you will definitely find a place to make a living.

He didn't want to survive in a humble way, so he thought it would be no problem to find a few inmates to work for others.

There are similar jobs in the prison, such as mixing cement, and he can do some of that.

Just when he was filled with fantasies about the outside world and thinking about his future life path, the bus had already entered the city.

This is still York State, but it is not Sabine City. Sabine City does not have a heavy-duty prison.

He still had to take a train to get back to Sabine City, but it only took a few hours.

He had about two hundred dollars in his pocket, which he had accumulated from working over the past twelve years.

Some stranger bought a ticket, and he chose a remote carriage and huddled in a corner.

He feels out of tune with the world, but is full of expectations.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, as the pressure relief valve opened, there was a hiss and heat filled the air around the train, and Sabine City arrived.

He timidly looked at "Sabin City" on the stop sign outside, beat his chest, gave himself some courage, and got off the bus.

There's still some time, but he doesn't plan to go back now.

He is going to stay in a hotel for one night, take a shower, change into new clothes, shave and cut his hair. He wants to welcome his family with a brand new look!

This night is very long!

I kept turning my body over and over, unable to sleep. I had a lot of random thinking, no clue, and it wouldn't stop.

It wasn't until late at night that he fell asleep in a daze.

Early the next morning, he put on new clothes and walked towards the house in his memory.

The security guard of the community has been replaced by another person. When he saw Michael, he stopped him from entering.

He was not allowed to enter until it was actually found out that he was a resident here.

There are also many new faces in the community. Even some old neighbors do not recognize Michael after twelve years in prison.

He walked to his house and prepared a lot of words, but through the glass on the door, he saw his old appearance reflected in the glass.

He was a little hesitant and a little scared.

For a brief moment, he gritted his teeth and knocked on the door.

"Who's there?", a female voice came from the room, sounding very young and unfamiliar.

Michael didn't know if that was his wife's voice, which he hadn't heard in ten years.

"I'm back..." Michael raised his voice slightly.

"You didn't bring your key?"

The door opened quickly, and a girl with a towel on her head stood inside the door. The two looked at each other, and the girl almost screamed and closed the door, "What the hell, who are you looking for?"

"I don't know you, you'd better leave, or I'll call the police!"

Michael was stunned for a moment. He had never seen this girl before, "Are you...little Michael's girlfriend?"

"I'm his father, my name is Michael, I just came out yesterday!"

The girl in the room was indeed his son's girlfriend. The girl was a little surprised, but she didn't decide to open the door because of this.

"I don't know you. I don't know what you are saying. He works in...the...store on the street. You can find him."

"You're not welcome here now!"

The girl locked the door, and the voice came out clearly, "Also, if you don't leave, I will call the police!"

"Okay, okay, I'll leave now..."

Michael took a few steps back. He had just come out and now he didn't want to have any more contact with the police.

He has many questions, but the most important thing now is to find his son, Michael Jr. first.

Sabine City has also changed a lot over the years. There are many high-rise buildings in the city center. The whole city seems to have been torn down and rebuilt, which makes Michael feel dizzy.

Fortunately, the road had not changed much. After searching for twenty minutes, he found the fast food restaurant.

And in the back hall, he found his son, little Michael.

When I saw him, little Michael was baking pizza in an apron and looked a little embarrassed.

His face and body were covered in flour, which was completely different from what Michael had imagined before he came out.

The father and son reunited again in this small back hall.

When little Michael noticed someone across the table, his first thought was "This bastard came in wearing leather shoes, the boss will go crazy." When he raised his head to see who was such a bastard, his mind gradually went blank.

The father and son looked at each other, neither of them spoke, but they seemed to have said a lot!

"Michael, hurry up, the guests are waiting!"

Little Michael reacted, "Here it comes!" He quickly filled the half-made cake dough in his hand with ingredients, and then pushed it into the oven...