Reeves slowly approached James and said condescendingly, "Isn't that awesome now? Didn't you just say that our Black Rabbit Gang is trash? Why don't you say that anymore?"
"No...no! Oh my God! This is impossible!" James was already incoherent at this time, "Reeves, you are a devil! You are not a human! Don't come over here!"
"Yes, I am not a human, I am a god."
Reeves took out the shotgun that had run out of bullets, swung the barrel, and hit James on the temple with a golf ball posture.
With a loud bang!
James' head tilted and he lay motionless on the ground, with a large amount of blood oozing out from under him.
At this time, the prison gate rumbled open, and a large number of police officers armed with batons and riot shields rushed in in formation.
So many people were shot and killed in prison. If the guns are not found in the end, this matter will definitely not be resolved.
Reeves quickly cut out the shotgun and submachine gun, stuffed them into the hands of the two corpses, and then squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.
The riot police will naturally not show mercy to the prisoners. They wave the electric batons in their hands and beat up any disobedient prisoners.
After a while, the situation in the square was under control and all the prisoners squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.
A prosecutor followed the warden and strode in together.
Seeing the basketball court littered with bodies and bullet marks, the warden's face turned pale. He called a guard on duty over and asked, "What's going on? What's going on? How did the prisoner get a gun?"
The prison guard lowered his head and replied, "I...we don't know either. Maybe the prisoners smuggled it in..."
"Fuck! What prisoner gang!" the warden cursed. "There are only prisoners in this prison! How can there be any gang? I'm going to investigate this thoroughly. Someone must be held accountable!"
In Cook Prison, everyone knows that the prisoner gang is protected by the warden!
Now that something has happened, the warden says he wants to find someone else to take responsibility.
The prison guard naturally looked helpless, but he dared not speak out and could only swallow his anger and keep silent.
But the prosecutor beside him didn't care about that and said directly, "Mr. Warden! Your management is terrible. The prisoners were able to bring guns in, and so many people died at once! I think the person who should be held most responsible is you, the warden!"
"Mr. Prosecutor, I didn't expect this!" the warden quickly explained. "I'll definitely give you an explanation!"
"No need, Mr. Warden! I will report what happened truthfully to Prosecutor Jennifer! How to deal with it then is her business!"
The prosecutor stationed in the prison said this and left.
With such a serious incident, the warden knew he was in danger. He yelled at the guards on the scene, "What are you looking at?! You're useless and haven't maintained order. I've been utterly screwed! Clean up the mess! Damn it!"
After returning to the office, the warden immediately called and scolded the leader of the prisoners' gang, Slanden.
"Fuck you! Slanden! Didn't you say your Prisoners Gang is very professional? Using a basketball game, there won't be any trouble?"
The warden yelled into the phone, "What's going on today? More than a dozen people are dead! This is the biggest riot in the history of Cook Prison!"
"What? More than a dozen people died?" Slanden asked in disbelief, "Where's Booth? Is Reeves dead?"
"Fuck! Slanden! I don't care whether Reeves is dead or not! My position as warden is in danger now! Fuck!" After the warden cursed, he hung up the phone.
In this prison basketball game, the Prisoners Gang couldn't beat the Black Rabbit Gang in basketball, and they couldn't beat Ribs in person either! They lost both the game and their dignity.
The winner of the basketball game was naturally the Second Ward, but the prison authorities made an excuse, saying that the game was suspended due to an accident, so the prisoners in the Second Ward were not given the championship fried chicken legs that they had promised.
Fried chicken isn't that expensive, though.
Ribs bribed several prison guards and paid for fried chicken for the guys in the second ward out of his own pocket, and also bought a bottle of beer for each of them.
When the prisoners in the second ward were allowed to exercise on the second day, they sat in the playground, like free men outside the prison, each holding a chicken drumstick and a bottle of beer.
The delicious fried chicken soon spread to other prison areas.
The prisoners were drooling with greed, and within a few days, a word spread in the prison: If you join the Black Rabbit Gang, you can eat fried chicken legs in prison!
The Black Rabbit Gang's reputation and influence expanded directly into prisons throughout Chicago.
And this time, for Frank, he really had tried his best and was completely out of options.
He had spent a lot of money and even resorted to threatening the city councilors, but his plan to kill Ribs in prison still failed.
Moreover, Frank also heard that Reeves' case was likely to fail to stand and he would be released sooner or later.
Once Ribs is released, it will be the end of the Hell's Angels.
Now there is only one way, that is to completely eradicate the Black Rabbit Gang in Inglewood before Reeves is released from prison at all costs.
Frank immediately called Joey from the Hell's Angels. "Hey! Joey, how's the progress over there?"
"We've been making good progress lately!" Joey replied. "We've been able to seize a few streets from the Black Rabbit Gang almost every week!"
"No, no! Too slow!" Frank said, "We can't kill Reeves! You have to hurry and find a way to kill the Black Rabbit Gang leaders! Otherwise, once Reeves gets out, it will be difficult to deal with!"
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