The sudden tenderness and concern of the female prosecutor made Ribs a little uncomfortable.
"Yeah... everything is fine..." he replied.
"Well, that's good!" The female prosecutor introduced herself. "My name is Jennifer, the prosecutor for the State of Illinois."
The handsome and capable prosecutor in front of him seemed to care about him very much.
"Excuse me, do you know me?" Ribs asked curiously.
"I don't know you, but I know your story!" Jennifer said, and suddenly stretched out her hands and gently held the back of Reeves' hands. The warm and soft feeling spread throughout Reeves' body.
Ribs' hands were handcuffed on the table and he couldn't dodge, so he could only reply: "Ma'am... ask whatever you want to ask... don't do it..."
"Oh ok!"
Jennifer immediately retracted her hand and said, "Jerry has already told me everything about you...I was the one who sent your former director Michael to jail!"
Since the state prosecutor knew about his situation and identity, he would definitely be fine this time. After hearing Jennifer's words, Reeves felt a lot more at ease.
"Ms. Jennifer, when can I go out?" Ribs asked quickly.
"Not yet," Jennifer said. "Your case isn't complete yet, and there's another prosecutor watching you. You'll have to wait another month or so."
"Oh my god! Why do we have to wait a month..." Reeves said somewhat dissatisfiedly, "I'm anxious to go out and fight the Hell's Angels!"
"Hey, don't worry, Libus! I know you hate evil and are eager to take down those gangs..." Jennifer said, "But don't worry. I'm here to tell you that you can just stay here! I'll definitely find a way to get you out as soon as possible!"
This was all he could do now. Ribs thanked him, "Okay! I understand! Thank you, Madam Prosecutor!"
"Well!" Jennifer said, "Don't be so polite! I'll always support you. Are you having any difficulties here?"
Reeves thought about it and felt that these prisoners in the prison were no match for him at all. Even if they wanted to cause trouble, Reeves was not afraid.
What I'm afraid of is that the prison will cause trouble. What if the warden is bribed or the prison guards want to kill me? That would be a bit tricky.
"I'm worried...that the prisons will be infiltrated by gangs..." said Ribbs.
"Well, that's a problem." Jennifer nodded. "I understand. I'll send someone to keep a close eye on the warden! Don't worry, he wouldn't dare to cause trouble under my nose."
"Okay! Then I'm relieved, there's nothing else to worry about!"
Jennifer stood up, threw a wink at Reeves and said, "Okay, let's stop here for today! When you get out of prison, don't forget to come find me!"
Reeves responded with a shrug, indicating that he understood.
Jennifer shouted outside, "Okay, enough questioning! Take him back!"
Two prison guards came in and took Ribs back to the second prison area again.
On the other side, Frank, carrying a large suitcase, came to a manor in the suburbs of Chicago with his two younger brothers.
Slanden, the boss of the Prisoners Gang, was having an open-air BBQ party in the manor. Several of his wives were sitting nearby skewering meat, and there were seven or eight bodyguards standing around.
While grilling the skewers in his hand, Slanden greeted, "Hey, Mr. Frank! Come and sit down!"
Frank sat down with the box in his arms, a little nervous. Slanden handed him a skewer of barbecue and said, "Come on! Try it first. How does it taste?"
"Hmm, not bad..." Frank took the barbecue and took a bite. "What kind of meat is this? It tastes weird..."
"Hahaha, you've never eaten it before!" Slanden laughed. "This is the meat of Hawaiian fur seals! There are only a thousand or so left. Ordinary people can't get it!"
Slanden, the leader of the Prisoners Gang, has a strange hobby. He likes to eat the meat of various animals. The more exotic the meat, the more he likes it.
Leveraging the influence of the Prisoners Gang within the prison, Slanden earned a fortune by killing, capturing, and protecting people. He often paid exorbitant prices to buy various rare animals to eat, and he particularly enjoyed cooking them himself.
"Gift crab!" Frank took another bite of the skewer. "This precious meat can't be wasted!"
"Hahahaha!" Slanden laughed and asked, "Brother! Tell me, why did you come to me this time? Who do you want to kill?"
"Hey, I can't hide anything from you, brother!"
As Frank spoke, he opened the box he was carrying, and inside was a whole box of US dollars.
"Here's $200,000," Frank said. "The man we're going to kill this time is called Reeves, and he's currently imprisoned in Cook Prison, your best area."
"Reeves? Is he the guy who is known as the strongest fighter in the Inglewood District?" Slanden asked with his head tilted.
"Yes! This is the guy."
"Hmm..." Slanden said, "200,000 dollars is a bit too little to kill Ribs..."
"Brother! Wasn't it $200,000 that we paid to kill Raymond last time? It's always been this price, how could it be less?" Frank said dissatisfiedly.
"Did you know? Ward 2 of Cook Prison has been completely taken over by this guy! All of us Prisoners' gang members are his subordinates!" Langdon said as he grilled the meat. "This Reeves is no ordinary guy... he'll have to pay more!"
If they wanted to kill Reeves in prison, they had to rely on the prisoners' help. Now Frank had no other choice but to ask helplessly: "Okay? How much extra?"
Slanden held up two fingers. "Another $200,000."
"That's doubled! That's way too expensive!" Frank said. "Can you guarantee that you'll kill him?"
"Of course I can guarantee that!" Slanden said, "When has our Prisoners Gang ever failed?"
Frank has spent a lot of money these days to get rid of Ribs.
However, as long as Reeves can be killed, the Hell's Angels will be able to dominate Inglewood, and then they can make back double the money they lost.
Frank gritted his teeth and said, "Alright! $400,000 is fine! But I can only pay the rest after you kill him!"
"Okay, no problem! Deal!"
Slanden, the leader of the prison gang, stretched out his greasy hand and shook hands with Frank.
After reaching an agreement, the two men had a hearty meal of seal meat together, and then drove straight to Cook Prison.
Cook Prison, Warden's Office.
Frank, the boss behind the Hell's Angels, and Slanden, the boss of the Prisoners Gang, sat at the table.
Frank opened the box he was carrying, revealing a box full of US dollars. "Mr. Warden, this is $500,000. I'd like to trouble you again this time."
As soon as the warden saw these two people, he naturally knew that more business had come.
In the past, the warden would be delighted when money was presented to him.
After all, if a prisoner kills another prisoner in prison, he doesn’t have to do anything and can earn $500,000 just by turning a blind eye. No one would refuse this!
But today, the warden looked worried and asked, "Who...who are you going to kill this time?"
Frank and Slanden looked at each other and replied, "Ribbs, the one who was just imprisoned not long ago!"
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