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Chapter 324 - 210: The Truth About Suicide_2

Chapter 324: Chapter 210: The Truth About Suicide_2

Everyone knew they were simply unwilling to give up the newly profitable smuggling routes, but there was nothing they could do, the Aryan Brotherhood was too powerful for even Jem Prison to provoke. In the end, the Prison Director decided to pass the buck and reported the matter.

Ler was a smart man and knew that for those who didn’t play by the rules, the result of talking nonsense was still getting beaten.

His mouth wasn’t very tough, so he chose to skip the beating part and spoke directly.

After hearing Ler’s words, Susan was somewhat surprised, "You, as guards, are actually afraid of a gang?"

Official fear of thieves sounded ridiculous.

At least Susan had never seen a criminal talk tough in front of her.

Because those who talked tough, in the end, only ended up drinking porridge.

Ler felt even more helpless, "I don’t know if you’ve heard of the Aryan Brotherhood, a white prisoner gang present in many Federation prisons. They are very united, almost one of the biggest gang forces. Many prison guards don’t dare to mess with them. After all, these criminals might be in prison, but they still have their people outside. Everyone is just trying to make a living and doesn’t want their entire family to end up at the bottom of the sea."

Mature gangs, after chaotic developments in the last century, have kept up with the progress of the times. Not only do they employ professional lawyers, but they also upgrade and iterate various means, and they are not afraid of police investigations, even with extreme measures like murder and extermination.

Brainless gangs don’t last long and can’t grow big.

In comparison.

If people in the prison messed around, a complaint + sob story + buying off the press, and then spending money to have people protest outside the prison could be very troublesome. Even if the trouble was resolved, the loss would still be on the prison’s side.

No one would fight against money.

It was a very simple truth.

Faced with Ler’s explanation, Susan was somewhat at a loss for words.

NW was just an exception; in fact, under various restrictions and with human rights campaigns on the rise, police work had become increasingly difficult, and internal complaints were growing.

Law enforcement not being violent enough could mean getting shot by criminals.

Being violent enough would bring all sorts of public accountability.

This also led to the current situation where the police were becoming more laissez-faire about crime incidents.

The Los Angeles Police Department had handed over all murder cases to NW’s action department and given them such extensive authority, not just to detect crimes by the Mutant as soon as possible but also because of these reasons.

Brian didn’t care about Ler’s sob story.

He turned his gaze to the wall Shi San had previously found abnormal and suddenly said, "You’ve talked so much nonsense, but still haven’t explained why you are so resistant to us demolishing the wall!"

Ler’s face panicked, and he explained, "I just think it’s too much trouble."

Brian shook his head, "The dumbest thing you did was report it. This matter is no longer just an internal issue of Jem Prison, but a concern for our B6 Unit. If you’re not willing to speak out, I would suggest a crime activity review of your prison."

Hearing this, Ler sighed and took out his phone, "Let me contact the Prison Director."

Saying that, he looked eagerly at Brian.

Brian nodded and moved aside.

Once he left, Brian immediately said to Susan, "Captain, take Shi San and step back a bit."

Susan asked, curiously, "What’s wrong?"

"Are you not curious about what’s inside the wall?"

Brian grinned, walked back into the cell, and placed his hand on the iron bed frame.

The next moment.

With a couple of loud snap sounds, a section of welded iron pipe was forcefully torn off by Brian.

Seeing this, Susan laughed, "Brian, you’re not really going to dig with that small iron pipe, are you? Stop wasting time, no normal person would do that."

"But are we normal people?"

Brian said without looking back.

Under Susan’s curious gaze, he took the torn-off iron pipe, placed it in his right palm, and using brute force, wrapped it around his palm and knuckles as a makeshift fist wrap.

Quickly, a rudimentary iron knuckle-duster was made.

Susan’s eyes welled up with tears.

Such a strong man.

Such a robust body!

She had taken the Troll Reagent from London to enhance her overall muscle strength, and after fully absorbing it, her maximum strength was only about 400 pounds, nowhere near Brian’s savagely violent capability.

Brian took a deep breath and punched hard.

With one punch, the concrete wall slightly shook, and only a few pieces of debris fell off, unyielding.

Brian’s muscles moved like flowing water, effortlessly absorbing the rebounding force, and he punched again.

Punch after punch.

Getting familiar with the rhythm of the rebounds, Brian could even use the rebound force to continuously increase the strength and speed of his punches, eventually creating numerous afterimages resembling a pile driver, unleashing a storm of punches on the helpless concrete wall.

Thud, thud, thud~

Under Brian’s wildly violent fists, countless pieces of concrete fell off, and the speed of deterioration was akin to a dam breach. The continuous dull thumping sounds in the prison cell echoed like an earthquake.

Ler, holding his phone and accompanied by several armed prison guards, rushed in panic, and upon seeing this scene, they all froze in place.

Is this even human?

Watching Brian resemble a humanoid King Kong violently destroying the concrete wall, with concrete debris fluttering down, they even doubted whether the wall was made of flour.

Only the continuous vibration from the ground and the blurry fists, visible only as afterimages, clearly told them that this tall man in a suit was truly non-human.

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