Reborn American Giants

The next morning, Victor woke up. He had moved to the No. 2 warehouse, which was the room where the sofa and TV were placed. After Sorvino met him yesterday, he asked Mota to place him here.

Aguero is responsible for leading him.

Through careful inquiries yesterday, Victor learned that Aguero was Sorvino's top confidant and head of bodyguards. After Sorvino was transferred to Barrios, Aguero also appeared here the next day.

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"It's really stupid," Victor thought fiercely.

Looking out the window, the southern sky has been shrouded in thick clouds. This damn country, this damn city, and this damn weather - Victor.

Outside, several prisoners were distributing food. Since the prison guards completely gave up on the internal management of the prison, the leaders of various gangs in the prison formed a committee to manage the prison. The prison police would place monthly food orders.

, sent to the prison gate in one go, and the committee arranged for people to be responsible for management and distribution. Since the targets were a group of serious criminals, the degree of corruption was much better than expected. Of course, this was compared with the government.

Since Barrios Prison was originally designed to have a capacity of 600 people, more than 2,000 people were crammed into it, and only about half of the food provided by the government came in. This meant that the prisoners inside were short of food and clothing.

Gangs are well organized. If other individuals want to eat, it's very simple. Either you join a certain organization or you exchange something. The "things" mentioned here refer to everything.

And the committee's internal affairs are not as good as imagined. Every month, the committee will deliberately have one or two "bloody battles" within the committee, which is to select several middle-level personnel from rival gangs to engage in brutal battles. Only the remaining members of both sides will

The next party can end.

You ask about the purpose? We are all serious criminals with long sentences. If we don’t select middle-level cadres to fight in bloody battles, how can we free up seats for lower-level members to be promoted? Without an upward path, the lower-level members will soon point their fingers at the top members of the committee.

Personnel, besides being a rival gang, dying fighting for the gang is an honor to them.

Moreover, the committee does this very covertly, which not only speeds up the flow of fresh blood to the organization and ensures the vitality of the organization, but also releases the energy and resentment of the prisoners who have nowhere to vent. Why not do it? Barrios doesn’t have much anyway.

, these two-legged scum are the most numerous.

Victor has been here for two months and has witnessed three "bloody battles." Victor can see through the deep malice at a glance.

Every bloody fight scene is like a grand banquet in the entire prison. The prisoners look at the middle-level leaders who are usually aloof in the middle of the field, roaring loudly and cursing wildly. Their usual respect and fear have been thrown to the sky, watching.

They bit together like a group of wild beasts, and the remaining prisoners burst into thunderous cheers for the winner.

Now Victor has been promoted and has become a mid-level employee equivalent to the "Red Stick" level. Of course, "Red Stick" is the author's bad taste, and the official name should be "Family Team Commander".

The atmosphere inside Barrios Prison, after Sorvino came in, was like the weather at the moment, with low air pressure pushing dark clouds overhead. Everyone knew that heavy rain would come soon, but they didn't know exactly when.

Victor ignored Aguero's inspection of him behind him. His eyes passed over a group of prisoners who had their hands through the iron bars and stared at him in a trance. Looking at their numb eyes, Victor spit hard, "Bah.

", these "scum" who deserve to go to hell.

Aguero is Sorvino's only confidant. He takes this big black man with him wherever he goes. Even when he goes to bed with a woman, the door will not be locked. Even if Aguero is asked to stand outside the room, he always stays there.

In the shadow behind Sorvino, just like the head of the secret police next to Hitler, he looked at everyone with his yellow eyes, like the eyes of a devil.

Victor knew that Aguero was staring at him like this because the recent atmosphere was very strange. There seemed to be some problem within the organization. Everyone who appeared around Sorvino at this moment was worthy of suspicion, but Victor said it didn't matter.

Now his goal is the same as Sorvino's, which is to escape from this damn prison, so he will not make any moves now and just keep quiet until the critical moment arrives.

The heavy rain finally fell, accompanied by dazzling and deafening lightning and thunder, which brought coolness to the hot air. Sorvino's figure appeared in front of Victor, still the same, but this time

After changing into a pair of camouflage green board shorts and wearing a pair of "flip-flops" on his feet, he angrily asked Aguero in front of Victor: "How is the progress of the matter? Damn it, I have to get out as soon as possible.

"

Seeing Aguero's eyes on Victor, Sorvino waved his hand and said, "V is my little mouse. It doesn't matter. You don't have to keep this matter secret from him." After saying that, Sorvino placed his fat palms firmly on his face.

He put his eyes on Victor's shoulder and stared at Victor, "Do you think I am right? v?"

"Of course, Papa, everything in the world belongs to God, and you own everything from me." Victor quickly showed his loyalty and said words that even made him sick.

"Haha, very good, I like you little mouse very much." Sorvino laughed crazily, squeezed Victor's shoulder with one fat hand, and patted his back twice with the other.

, then turned around and waited for Aguero's answer.

"Papa, things are going very well. We are already two-thirds of the way through. I can guarantee that you will be able to return to Fantino within twenty days."

"Very good, Aguero, I know you will never let me down, I can always trust you."

When Victor heard this, he knew that Aguero was still hiding something from him. Two-thirds of what was going on was of course a plan to escape from prison, but Aguero had not leaked any specific details, so he still had to be patient.

Wait.

Just as he was thinking about this, Mota hurried into the room, and everyone stood up to greet him. Mota rushed to Sorvino's side impatiently, and put his right hand next to his mouth, signaling to Sorvino that he had something to do.

Report in private.

"The people here are the people I trust the most, Mota. If you have anything to say, just speak up. The Gref family is not afraid of any trouble. We are only good at solving troubles. Huh, drink." Sorvino refused.

Report privately.

"Hoo, drink." A group of people showed signs like crazy people. Victor followed suit and curled his lips in private, thinking: "This bastard Sorvino probably has the attributes of a political commissar. He is always brainwashed. Fortunately, he has experienced it in his later life.

I have received rigorous training from the Pla and experienced the cruel baptism of the mercenary world. I am no longer the original product I was before, otherwise I would have been deceived and lame."

"Papa, the committee proposed that there will be a bloody battle tonight." Mota saw this and told the news.