Wine and Gun

Herstal frowned slightly: "I thought that was exactly what you wanted."

"If that's possible, that's exactly what I want." Isaac nodded, "but what I need is you helping me kill someone, not you rushing out to die - whenever, Jero. There are at least five or six people around Mu, and even if you can knock them all down, you will inevitably make a movement big enough for the prison guards to find out. To be honest, you can't be as lucky as the one in the bathroom every time. ."

Herstal agreed that the bathroom was indeed the right place at the right time, and that nothing was missing from him. He thought for a while, then asked, "Can't even labor time separate them?"

It is reasonable for him to ask this: because each person's work is assigned by the prison guards during labor, and people who know each other can easily be separated, and some of them may even be left to a single person to work, which seems to have started in this case. Best time.

Isaac smiled wryly: "He bribed the prison guard. In short, a fake hospital certificate allowed him to escape from labor - you can't imagine that such a strong person really has a heart disease, right?"

This makes things a little more difficult. Except for labor time, people in the same gang rarely have a single moment. Herstal continued to think, and Isaac continued: "So, I suggest you choose 'big' Balmond as your target."

"Balmond?" It took Herstal a second to connect the name to the "big talker" guy in Pfister's mouth. "That thug under Jerome?"

"Yes," Isaac nodded, "Bamond goes to work, and he tends to be alone when Jerome isn't giving him work—he's rough, even in King Latin. The gang is not a good guy to get along with either."

Isaac paused, and then pointed out to Herstal, whose brows were still not loosened: "Of course, although he has been alone for a lot of time... You must know that he is not a good opponent to deal with, even if he In the Latin Kings, he was famous for his fights."

Isaac's worries were beyond words: Herstal was ten centimeters shorter than that sturdy guy on the hill, and he was a whole circle smaller in muscle mass, and anyone saw the two of them standing together. Afterwards, it is natural to feel worried.

Hestal didn't feel offended. Strangely, his brows loosened at this time, and he let out a light, actually non-smiling snort, and said, "That's the last thing you should worry about. things."

Obviously, Bamond didn't expect Herstal to appear here suddenly at this moment: Jerome's men lost several people who used it very well in the bathroom incident, and this bad breath has been stuck in Jerome. In his throat, but he obviously realized that Herstal was not someone to mess with, so he could only pinch his nose and order his subordinates not to trouble him for the time being.

Of course, this order has not been fully implemented. People who also look at Herstal who are not pleasing to the eye still can't help but make some bumps, and when the other party does not challenge his bottom line, Herstal generally does not There will be some big movements that will attract the attention of the prison guards. In short, they had this weird tacit understanding. Jerome pretended that he was blind and couldn't see such a big living person running rampant under his nose-and Balmond always sneered at this.

He felt that his boss was a little too cautious this time. In Barmond's eyes, the person sent by his boss in the bathroom before was a scumbag. If he was allowed to go, the matter would definitely not end and they would lose face. .

After all, look at the man standing in front of him now: that Amalette was standing in a dark corner of the shack and didn't know how he got in. The faint skylight that leaked in from the door fell on his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, and the twisting shadow made this face look even more astonishingly thin. For Balmond, such fragile arms and legs can be broken with one hand. Who doesn't know that "big" Balmond has hands as powerful as iron tongs?

So this self-confidence allows him to smile smugly at each other, and he even has time in his heart to imagine that he is not actually gay, but what other options are there other than men in prison? It's not that he didn't see the good figure under the orange prison uniform of the man in front of him, maybe he will taste better than the little guy that Balmond fucked a few days ago.

"What are you here for, Amarette?" So he smiled slowly, trying to make his intentions clear in this smile, "Are you here to send your ass?"

"There's a guard who knows the Titus Brotherhood well," Isaac admitted, "and I can get him to move the labor-time schedule and put Balmond in the lumber shed - Pfister I should have told you about that place. At least half of the timber shed cannot be photographed by cameras. If you turn in through the back window of the timber shed, no camera will capture you. It can be said to be the largest one in the entire Eastern District. dead end."

"The guards don't know?" Herstal thought for a moment, then asked.

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