Chapter 80

Eastwood Prison for the Insane is located behind the mountains and in front of the Dead Sea. It occupies the most dangerous terrain between the mountains and the sea, and its altitude is also extremely high.

There is rarely any warm weather here. But if you look up from the bottom, ignoring the seemingly imperceptible but actually extremely solid energy shield, you can see the incomparably blue sky.

However, many prisoners here have wasted a long time and have no interest in this so-called sky at all.

Some of them had even become numb. Eastwood Prison for the Insane was practically flawless, making escape incredibly difficult. And the inmates inside were each stronger than the last. For these people, this place was as boring as hell.

but--

"2271 is out of the cell?"

The news spread quickly after someone saw the man's bold red hair.

Even today's lunch in the public dining hall - breakfast and dinner in prison are delivered to the cells, and prisoners are not given the opportunity to leave - has become particularly worrying for the low-level prisoners in Eastwood.

The highest principle enforced by Eastwood Prison for the Insane is to prevent prisoners from escaping. Apart from that, whether the prisoners are dead or alive has nothing to do with them, and they don't care at all.

But they generally do not take the initiative to execute prisoners, because for them, it is obviously more cost-effective to let prisoners work for the operation of the prison.

Therefore, they sometimes even protect prisoners in prison, both to prevent certain people from taking advantage of the chaos and to add more labor.

"What a jerk! How dare he show up so brazenly? He killed one of our men last time!"

The blonde woman didn't react to the words, instead twirling her fingers, clearly missing her cigarette. But it didn't matter. She casually tossed her hair, which hung on her chest, behind her. Standing up straight, she walked out, towering over the man beside her.

Her strong skeleton, smooth muscles, and the strong murderous aura that emanated from her without any deliberate effort all showed how difficult she was to deal with.

In Eastwood Prison for the Insane, when talent no longer tells the whole story, one's own ability becomes crucial.

When she first entered Eastwood, the loose prison uniform on her body covered everything, and her curly and fluffy hair vaguely concealed her scars. Her blonde hair and perfect figure made a few scoundrels mistakenly think that she was a woman who was not to be messed with.

Or perhaps, in their stereotype, the women who could enter here were only able to do so by virtue of their strong talents. Once they lost the support of their talents, they would be at the mercy of others.

Those idiots were so excited that they started drooling at the blonde woman's good figure that couldn't be hidden even by the loose prison uniform. They didn't even wait until the next day when they could move around. When the prison guard led the blonde woman past, they started making frivolous jokes and even reached out to her.

——The results are obvious.

Before the prison guard could open his mouth to scold the man as soon as he stretched out his hand, the strong smell of blood spread, instantly irritating the nasal cavity of everyone present.

The woman's expression did not change at all, but she grabbed the man's hand like lightning, and then pulled him out from behind the door through the gap that was too narrow for anyone to pass through.

The whole process was so sudden that no one had time to react. It was like a dormant poisonous snake that suddenly jumped up and pounced on its prey.

The flesh and blood blurred in an instant.

The flesh was squeezed into a ball.

The woman threw the piece of meat on the ground without reacting to the blood on it. She looked down at the flesh paste that still had a few seconds of consciousness and said coldly:

"It's polite to kneel down when speaking, understand?"

…

After this move, the blonde woman was symbolically locked up in a detention cell for two days.

Since she had a white talent and no natural restraint, any attack she made could be considered a "counterattack." The prison cell had no added ingredients, so for someone like her, it was obviously very easy.

Even on the day he was released from the cell, he still looked as calm and ferocious as a dormant lion.

Now, after a few years, she is still the same. Even her talent has adapted to such confinement and pressure, and she can find some fun for herself, such as smoking a cigarette.

She said, "That's not my man, Sok."

Sock, number 2214, was once a member of her talented criminal team. His gift was "making friends with everyone he met." He loved forming cliques, manipulating people, instigating fights, and instigating murders. While he was fiercely loyal to her, he was also keen to build his boss's influence within the prison.

Vera Junka—2198 was just too lazy to bother with him, but that didn't mean she wanted just anyone. This Sok had only been able to join her team because she happened to need this talent.

"But Sister Vera..."

Before the man could finish his words, he was pinned to the spot by Vera's cold gaze.

The pair of emerald green eyes, one light and one dark due to a knife wound, were fierce and terrifying like a wolf in the jungle.

"Get away from me."

After she finished speaking, she didn't look back at Soke, but continued to stride forward. Soon she arrived at the public dining room and sat at the table in the middle.

She crossed her legs, leaned back in the chair, licked her lips with her fingers, and made a "tsk" sound, feeling a little regretful that she didn't have a cigarette today.

If Vera wanted something, there were countless people in this prison who would flatter her and give it to her. But the problem was that the Eastwood Lunatic Prison did not produce any smoke.

A woman with long wavy blonde hair was already sitting there, and the gazes of most of the others who were looking at the table in the middle suddenly became more restrained.

The second person to sit down at the table was a young man with a black and white yin-yang hair.

He looked to be in a bad mood, with an extremely sad and melancholy look on his whole body. There was a hint of dark circles under his beautiful, narrow eyes, and his skin was so white that it looked gray, making people wonder whether the energy shield of this prison even blocked out the sunlight.

Compared to the blonde woman's healthy complexion, this corpse-like paleness was even more serious.

The gloomy young man seemed a little anxious. He touched the cutlery nervously, making a clinking sound, and muttered to himself in confusion: "Where is my nightingale? Where is my beloved nightingale? Without the nightingale, my heart will die."

"Your nightingale has died before your heart!"

A clear girl's voice came over, and a girl who had somehow cut the prison uniform into a fitting dress came skipping to the middle table, her twin ponytails swinging with her movements.

She pulled out a chair across from the blonde woman and sat down, not forgetting to continue talking to the young man, "How many nightingales have you had? You're always good at killing your pets. How many times have you been put in the detention cell for this, 2133?"

"2134? You killed my Nightingale?" The young man with black and white hair suddenly raised his head, and an extremely dangerous cold light reflected in his deep purple irises. The chains were almost instantly wrapped around his arms.

However, due to the prison's suppression of talent, he was unable to allow the chains to penetrate the white-haired girl's arms and hang her in the birdcage.

"Hey, don't put this kind of blame on me!" The girl said dissatisfiedly: "You know me, I always make them as tall as me!"

"Shut up!"

The blonde said impatiently.

Seeing these people gathered together, the lowest-level prisoners in Eastwood dared not say a word.

——The young man with a black and white yin-yang hair, numbered 2133, has the talent of "caged bird" and is known as the bird breeder. He likes to make people with pleasant voices - regardless of gender - into his nightingale pets, and then let them sing day and night.

Once their vocal cords were torn and their voices were ruined, he would kill them and move on to his next target.

Logically, his talent was suppressed and he was sent to the Eastwood Prison for the Insane, where he should have been tortured. But fate was so unfair that, in addition to his talent, he was also given sufficient acting skills and intelligence.

He is also very good at diverting conflicts and guiding emotions with just a few words.

The white-haired loli with twin ponytails coming from the other side is a person with a special talent that allows her to keep her youthful appearance forever. Her talent is "nourished by blood", and she is a person who can truly strengthen herself by killing others.

Moreover, the enhancement was to his actual physical body, and he was not weakened even after entering this strange prison.

Her recovery ability is also extremely amazing. She has pulled out almost every sharp bone in her body and used it as a weapon.

Her favorite thing to do was to chop people taller than her into two pieces, or secretly take out a big axe and chop off their legs when they weren't paying attention.

"Didn't they say Yalong would come out today?" The white-haired loli looked around curiously: "Where is he?"

The blonde raised an eyebrow and glanced at her.

The white-haired loli's cheeks were flushed, and she held her heart with her hands, her blood-red eyes sparkling, and she said with anticipation:

"His hair is so red, the color of blood, it must look better, right?"

The birdkeeper seemed to have accepted the reality that the nightingale had left him. His expression became more melancholy, but without the anxiety. He even looked a bit gentlemanly and said slowly, "I'll bet for one minute."

Sure enough, within a minute, Aaron appeared.

The red-haired man wore a nervous smile, seemingly unable to suppress the upward curve of his lips. His hair was slicked back, and he didn't even bother to remove the shackles on his feet, simply walking over with them on.

Wherever he passed, the prisoners close to him were more or less affected by his talent and became manic for a moment.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," he said with a smile as he randomly picked a chair and sat down. "I hope I didn't interrupt your pleasant conversation."

The birdkeeper tilted his head and stepped back. A young man's clear voice rang out, "Did you take the flowers out of the greenhouse, crush them, and smear them on your hair?"

"That's right." Aaron immediately looked at the birdkeeper who was the first to discover what he had done all morning. He smiled and spread his hands, then drew out his voice: "The flowers in the greenhouse are not easy to get. I agreed to work for an extra three hours."

Birdkeeper: "It smells bad. Ugh."

Vera Junca: "..."

She wanted to smoke again. She felt that sitting at the same table with these people would affect her normal thinking.

The restaurant wasn't fully occupied yet, not to mention the people still in the detention cells, so the environment was a bit noisy. But amidst the din, Vera could accurately detect the sound of extremely orderly footsteps, the sound of quick and powerful footsteps.

——Today, someone came to the second floor, which had been idle in the past and had a direct view of the public restaurant on the first floor.