Chapter 131 Friendship

The 500-year sentence is just a joke, okay? If it’s the worst, you’ll be killed with a single shot, or you’ll be put into the electric chair. It’s useless to have a sentence that sounds like a long time. To put it bluntly, it’s life imprisonment.

"Five hundred years, this is really a long enough sentence. After the prisoner dies, should he be buried here to continue serving his sentence?"

After Yang Yi half-jokingly and half-seriously teased, he said casually, "What crime did you commit? Can you be sentenced to five hundred years?"

"I don't know, I only know that he served five hundred years in prison, but I don't know what crime he committed."

Yang Yi shrugged and said, "Such a prisoner must be terrifying."

"Here, no matter how vicious people are, they're just chained wretches, so there's nothing to be afraid of. Uh, no, some people are really scary."

The prison guard took a puff of cigarette, and then said to Yang Yi, "Have you ever hunted?"

"No."

"Then have you ever looked at a beast?"

"Well, does a very vicious dog count?"

"No, have you ever seen a wolf eating? Or a lion, those ferocious carnivores, the kind that try to swallow you up."

The prison guard lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "I like hunting. I used to hunt bears, huge brown bears. Once I shot a brown bear. It lay down on the ground and didn't move. My friend and I got closer to check. But then the bear suddenly stood up again and jumped at me."

Yang Yi said with a look of astonishment, "Are you all right?"

"Of course it's fine, otherwise how could I still be chatting with you here? We had prepared for it a long time ago. We shot two more shots immediately after the bear stood up, but I still remember the look in the bear's eyes."

Exhaling, the prison guard pointed to a cell and said in a low voice, "There is a wild animal locked in there."

Yang Yi's heart jumped a few times, but he said with a puzzled expression: "What do you mean?"

"There's a guy in there. He's called Beast Wayne. He's a real beast. Believe me, you'll understand why I say that when you see him."

Yang Yi took a breath, and then he said in a deep voice, "Has he killed many people?"

"Yes, a lot of people, a lot of people."

"How many? Ten? Twenty?"

The prison guard laughed lightly, and then he said with a look of disdain: "Twenty? Well, let me tell you, at least two hundred people died at his hands."

Yang Yi was really taken aback, and then he said anxiously: "So many? Really or not."

The prison guard wiped his mouth, nodded and said: "Of course it is true. We have all been warned before. We must not be careless when facing this guy. There is nothing he can do about how many people he killed when he was a mercenary in Africa." statistics."

Yang Yi made a gesture with his hand, and then said in a low voice: "Is it the kind that is particularly burly and big, and looks particularly ferocious?"

"No, you can't imagine what he looks like. When you see his eyes, you will understand why he is called a beast. You will have a chance to see it in the future. You must have a chance."

Yang Yi nodded. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with his foot. Then he took a broom to clean up the ashes and said, "I have to leave. I'll come here to clean it again in the afternoon."

"Okay buddy, see you later."

Yang Yi pushed his cart and left.

Things were going much better than he had imagined, he didn't even need to inquire, the boring prison guard told him everything he wanted to know while chatting.

After thinking about it seriously, Yang Yi felt that there was still no need to be in a hurry, and he still had a few months to plan slowly.

The prison guards in the special prison area seem bored, and the guards seem to be very lax. This is because there has never been a single vicious incident in the special prison area since it was built and put into use. No prisoners tried to escape from the prison, nor did they attack the prison guards. Therefore, these prison guards will of course be lax. It is impossible for them to maintain high enough vigilance against a group of prisoners who have lost their threat for decades.

But then again, the inmates didn't break out, they didn't attack the guards, it wasn't because they just didn't want to do it, there really wasn't a chance.

The closely guarded special cell prevented the prisoners from escaping, but also protected those prisoners. Yang Yi didn't find any opportunity to take advantage of it for the time being.

Yang Yi put down the tools, then went to knock on the door of the prison guard's lounge.

"Come in."

Seeing Yang Yi push the door and enter, Clint said happily: "Why did it take you so long to come back, someone must have dragged you to chat, buddy, have you ever driven a racing car?"

Yang Yi spread his hands, and said, "I have an international A-class racing driver's license, but it should be revoked now. In addition, I once owned a... 1970 Chevrolet Camaro."

Yang Yi really loves cars, so he almost blurted out that he once owned a modified BMW M3, but he changed his words in time and named a classic model that Americans consider.

But Yang Yi realized that he might have said something wrong.

Colin's eyes widened in surprise, then he patted his chest with both hands, and said with bright eyes: "I have one too! Dude, I have one too!"

Yang Yi was really shocked this time, because he was talking nonsense, he didn't expect Clint to have the same car by such a coincidence.

Seeing Yang Yi's sluggish look, Clint laughed loudly and said, "Can't you think of it? But I really do."

Ruben added, "That's his baby. He just keeps it in the garage, but never opens it."

Yang Yi was very worried that Clint would tell him about the 1970s Camaro, because he was not interested in this car, so he didn't know the data at all, and it is wrong for a car fan not to know the data of his favorite car.

After a short period of sluggishness, Yang Yi put on a joyful look, and said loudly, "Really? I rarely drive my own Camaro. I mainly drive a BMW M3, which has been heavily modified. I modified it myself. , because the NASCAR prototypes, you know, are so common that I can’t afford to drive them, so I like to watch NASCAR, but I drive an M3…”

Clint still kept his eyes shining, and said loudly, "You know how to change the car? What's your modification plan?"

Speaking of Yang Yi's old profession, he said without hesitation: "I didn't change the power, I just modified the intake, suspension, exhaust, brakes, and of course the appearance."

"Why not change the power?"

"Uh, I didn't have time..."

Clint's face was full of regret, and then he spread his hands and said, "I just bought a '78 Cobra two months ago. It's not expensive, but the condition of the car is not very good, so I want to make a serious modification. Used it in the garage, would you like to see my car? I don’t have a picture right now, but I can bring it next time.”

Yang Yi nodded again and again, and said with surprise: "Of course I want to see it. When you come next time, please let me see your precious car. I can't wait."

I was exhausted after a long trip, and I still feel tired after today’s break, and my condition is not good, so I will post a chapter at noon first, and post the rest at night, sorry.