"I'd like to have a cigar too." Zhang Jun walked up to Muyang and said.

Muyang handed the other party a cigar, the two of them touched their fists, and Zhang Jun also retreated. Only now, the tension in the cell has eased, and Muyang alone has put huge pressure on everyone just now.

"Daniels, make my bed, I want some sleep." Muyang said.

"Okay boss, I'll help you get it, I'm very good at it." Daniels immediately jumped over and began to make the bed for Muyang.

After making the bed neatly, Daniels stood by the bed, and when he saw Muyang lying down, he was a little timid, as if he wanted to say something.

"Do you have anything else?" Muyang Road.

"Boss, do you need to serve, I've washed it up." Daniels Road.

"Get out of here." Mu Yang said coldly.

Daniels climbed into bed with his head drooping, and then didn't dare to move, presumably a difficult night.

The next day, after breakfast in the cafeteria, there were two hours in the morning, and although the weather was a little cold, everyone came to this huge playground to enjoy the rare winter sunshine and free air.

Muyang sat on a bench, next to Zhang Jun, who Muyang specially called him.

"You are Chinese, can you speak Chinese?" Muyang asked.

"I'm a fourth-generation immigrant and don't speak Chinese." Zhang Jun said.

"How many Chinese are there?" Muyang asked.

"Do you mean our precinct, or the entire California Seventh Prison?" California prisons are so large that they are divided into more than a dozen districts, each with about 10,000 people.

"Tell me about the situation here."

"There are probably more than 1,000 Chinese in our 14th district. There are probably more than 20,000 ethnic Chinese in the entire No. 7 prison. There are many factions, mainly white, black, Mexican, and Chinese. In fact, the number of Chinese Americans is the smallest. But we are the most united, and the other gangs dare not bully us. ”

"There's a big gang here." Aryan Brotherhood", "Our Family", "Mexican Mafia", "Black Guerrillas", "Northern Organization", "Nazi Drag Racers". They all have their own territory, and they all divert a lot of people, so we Chinese are not afraid of them. ”

"Kane is one of the black bosses in the 14th precinct, you submitted him yesterday, the news has already spread in the morning, you are in this area, there should be no black people who will mess with you. Bernie is a small boss, but he has no less energy. You're Mexican, so the Mexican gang won't trouble you, and I can talk to the Chinese community. ”

"Which gang are you from?" Mu Yang asked curiously.

"Hongmen." Zhang Jun replied very dryly.

Hongmen is famous, Muyang works as a consular overseas Chinese in the consulate, and naturally knows some about the world's largest Chinese gang, and many Chinese associations have their shadows behind them, and their strength has great influence in the United States and even the world.

Hongmen has helped more than 900,000 people around the world. It is the world's largest gangster, Hongmen evolved from the "Heaven and Earth Society" in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and is now established for more than 400 years, with branches all over the United States. France, South Africa, Australia. Vietnam and more than 20 other countries.

No wonder Zhang Jun was able to live quite well in this prison dominated by whites and blacks. There's someone behind this kid, too.

Muyang smiled: "It seems that you just didn't say white." ”

"In prisons, there are many whites. But they're hostile to all people of color, and you can imagine the situation here. See the bearded guy sitting on the bench under the basket, his name is Zaenko, and he is the head of all the white people in this area. When Zhang Jun spoke, his eyes didn't look under the basket.

Mu Yang glanced over there and saw those white people gathered in the distance, and some people looked at this side curiously, estimating that Mu Yang's situation had also spread to the white gang.

However, Mu Yang didn't have the heart to care about the drama of white black Chinese fighting for territory in prison, he was here to find someone, he had a task, and his main task now was to find out where Zhou Yuzhi was held, which is also the reason why Muyang asked Zhang Jun to come over and speak, because Zhang Jun has a certain ability in the Chinese circle.

"Do me a favor and find someone, a Chinese." Muyang took out a cigar and handed it to Zhang Jun, and then lit one himself.

"Do you know where he's in the cell?" Zhang Jun asked.

"I don't know where he is, I don't even know where he is, I only know his name, do you have a way to find this person." Muyang said.

Zhang Jun frowned: "This is a little difficult, this place is simply too big, and there are many people, I can try, but it will take a little time." ”

Muyang told Zhang Jun the name of Zhou Yuzhi, Zhang Jun left, Muyang gave him this task, he must use the time to pass on the information, because only at this time, can he reach more people, and even pass the information to other prison areas.

Muyang leaned back on the bench, looking very lazy, watching a group of black people play basketball there.

Muyang can only wait now, the state gave him Zhou Yuzhi's information, only saying that he may be detained in California No. 7 Prison, and there is no specific area number and cell number, Muyang also asked General Zhu Lie, and the Chinese side also tried to get the specific place of Zhou Yuzhi's detention by hacking into the network of American police departments and prisons, but these two departments have no record of him at all.

Therefore, Muyang suspects that Zhou Yuzhi was directly detained here by the CIA, and it is likely that he did not go through the normal judicial process.

And it may be much quicker and easier to use these prisoners than to find them yourself, you know, they are the snakes here, not the police.

"Boss, the Mexican sitting on the bench and next to Zhang Jun is that Alfred? Lomas, as I have inquired clearly, he was transferred from St. Quentin prison because he beat the prison guards, and he was listed as a violent felon, and as soon as he entered the cell the other day, he beat all of Kane's men, thirty people per person. A younger brother whispered in Zaenko's ear.

A person next to Zaenko said: "It's a bit exaggerated, one fights thirty, do you think he is a superman or a black knight." ”

The little brother shrugged: "It is said that he was locked up for five days, he didn't eat any food sent in, and when he came out, he didn't feel a little decadent at all. ”

"Boss, do you want someone to try him?" Someone suggested.

"Didn't you see him hiding on the side of the Mexicans, you would have been killed in the past." Someone said with a smile.

"Two days ago, the Mexican gang was stabbed to death, they will definitely retaliate, and the police are also watching too closely, so don't move for the past two days, a new kid hasn't adapted to life here, and he can't set off the storm." Zaenko said.

Mu Yang did not eat in the confinement for a few days, because those prison guards simply did not treat him as a human being, the food was only two pieces of bread and a glass of water, the guy who delivered the food opened the food delivery window, spit out a mouthful of phlegm in the water cup in front of Mu Yang, and then rubbed the bread on the wall before handing it to Mu Yang, how could Mu Yang eat such a thing.

Of course, the appearance of that prison guard, Mu Yang has also been deeply remembered in his mind. (To be continued.) )

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