This is the first time Alan has visited the prison since it was built.
It's interesting to think that owning a private prison in America means being able to openly do the same things that slavery did hundreds of years ago on this land.
The prison gate alone looks like a fortress, with an electric fence on top. With the support of a nearly 20-meter-high wall and the electric fence, the prisoners inside can never escape by climbing over the wall. As long as they are sent in and their release date has not arrived, they will never get out!
The number of prison guards in this private prison is three times that of other prisons of similar size!
This is to prevent the situation where the criminals sneak out by crawling under the car as in some movies and TV shows.
The prison's parking lot is located within the first wall just after entering the gate. This area is the parking lot. Under normal circumstances, unless you use the special channel for transporting supplies, other vehicles are not allowed to drive directly into the second gate. If you want to go in, you can only get off here and walk the rest of the way.
The parking lot has hollow parking spaces made of high-strength steel bars, and there is another layer underneath the parking spaces, which makes it convenient for patrolling prison guards to carefully check the condition under each vehicle and ensure that there are no blind spots in safety work.
Starting from the first door, the roads inside are all hollow roads made of high-strength steel bars to prevent any opportunistic behavior.
From the first day the prison was established until now, there has never been any security incident such as a prisoner escaping.
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We walked and looked along the way, and it took more than ten minutes before we finally arrived at a three-story building surrounded by iron nets. This was the core of the prison - the office building.
The first floor is a restaurant, warehouse, and functional rooms such as toilets and bathrooms.
The second floor is the rest area for prison guards. Although the building looks somewhat inconspicuous from the outside, the interior is decorated according to the standards of a four-star hotel room, striving to provide the best service to every hard-working prison guard. Only in this way can they have a good rest and have more energy to discipline the slave prisoners.
The third floor is where the offices of various leaders are located, as well as the armory. It is also the most closely monitored and safest place in the entire prison.
Looking up at the fully enclosed iron fence above his head, Alan felt very satisfied and at home when he arrived here.
Although this is still America, the prison under his feet is his own. Once he enters this prison, he can do anything in it!
Anything!
Even if he is unhappy and wants to pull out a few prisoners and shoot them, that's fine!
Because the fate of everyone here is in his hands. Whoever he wants to die will not be able to live!
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"Master, this is Daniel, the man I've been telling you about. He's a very nice guy."
Old Carl smiled and introduced Allen to a melancholy middle-aged man next to him who looked to be in his thirties.
This girl has medium-long black hair with a small braid tied at the back and bangs hanging down on both sides with a middle part. Judging from her appearance, she is most likely of Italian descent.
When Alan heard the name, he remembered that this guy should be the one who married into the woman's family. At first, he wanted to walk the right path, but his father-in-law was dishonest and had been doing dirty work for the military. As a son-in-law, he couldn't even obey the law if he wanted to.
But his wife, who was more in love, always supported him, and the couple lived a law-abiding life for a few years. Later...
There was no more after that. Ever since his father-in-law died in an accident, his family became a mess. All the big guys in the family were strong men, and he, an honest child, could not control the situation, not even his wife could help.
In the end... it was Old Carl who stepped forward to help them. Because of their friendship, Old Carl used to have a better relationship with Daniel's father-in-law, and he always treated his daughter as his niece.
A few years ago... when Allen was selling canned food and military supplies in the Gulf war zone, he used their name and made a lot of money from the U.S. Army Logistics Department. In the end, he used the money to purchase a batch of supplies in the United States, and used the remaining money to build this private prison.
And as for Daniel... after all these years of growth, he was able to be in charge of a region. Later, all the gang members and hooligans in his family transformed themselves and were successfully cleansed of their names. From being shameful gangsters, they became upright prison guards in the blink of an eye. The opportunity was legendary.
The legend of this group of people is still circulating in Los Angeles.
Now that so many years have passed, this is the first time Daniel has met this top boss.
"Hello, sir. Welcome to Los Angeles. My name is Daniel Esposito. You can just call me Daniel."
Seeing Alan looking him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, Daniel, a man of about 1.80 meters tall, straightened his back nervously and glanced at old Carl again.
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"Don't be nervous. Report your situation to the young master and explain it in detail."
Old Carl smiled and patted Daniel on the shoulder, reminding him in a low voice with an encouraging look on his face.
"Oh, oh, oh...Okay, sir...It's like this. Yesterday, we had a batch of people sent here one after another. It was Director Areno who personally arranged for them to be sent here. I have arranged a place to receive them, but...some people now want to meet you because they heard that you saved them."
"Heh...see me? What do they want to do?"
Alan stood in the office, looking outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows with iron fences. The entire prison was in sight. Looking out from here, one always had a feeling of surviving the apocalypse.
"Well……"
Daniel looked at Allen, who had a calm face, and then looked at old Carl. There were some things that he and Allen had never met, and he was not sure about them. He didn't know whether he should say this or not.
Only when people reach a certain level and status, will they know that they really need to be respected and should not speak carelessly about certain people.
Old Carl found Daniel's expression somewhat funny, he had watched this kid grow up little by little, if he were to say who he cared about the most in America, it would only be Daniel and his wife, as for the others... he didn't care, he really treated the couple as his juniors.
"Say whatever you want to say. Don't hide anything from the young master."
"I understand Uncle Carl."
"Your Excellency...uh, they want to ask you when they can go out. They want you to help them book a flight ticket. They want to go home."
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"?"
When Alan heard this, he was confused for a moment. Go home? Buy plane tickets for them?
Does someone really think he is a kind person?
"How many people want to see me? Do they all ask for this?"
"Uh... there are more than 20 of them, all from the group that first came that day. I have just separated them into separate areas, and I haven't had time to report the situation here to you yet."
"Um……"
Alan nodded, looked up and glanced, walked to the desk and sat down, picked up the paper and pen on the table and asked: "Karl, how much did we spend on rescuing them this time?"
"this……"
Old Carl blinked. He really couldn't answer this question suddenly.
Even if we buy round-trip tickets for more than 800 people, it would cost hundreds of thousands. There must be food and lodging expenses when they get here, right?
Moreover, the efforts made by other people through various channels, such as finding people, finding connections, helping to cover up, etc., are all difficult to calculate. In addition, there are people like Allen who spend money lavishly and directly give millions of dollars to others.
"Master...it's hard to calculate. I think if you include your expenses, it will be tens of millions."
"Okay, let's calculate it as 10 million. How many people did you just say want to go home?"
Alan looked up at Daniel.
"More than twenty people..."
"Then count it as twenty people!"
Alan listed the data on the paper in a decisive manner. Ten million divided by twenty equals five hundred thousand. In this way, the cost spread evenly among these twenty people is five hundred thousand US dollars.
"Don't they want to go home? Go and arrange for our lawyer to sign a bill for them for a debt of $500,000. We also have a factory in the prison, so we can arrange for them to work there. When they pay off the money, they can go home. If they can't pay off the money... humph, the things they carry are also valuable!"
As Allen finished speaking, accompanied by the sound of paper being torn, what Allen had just written was handed to Daniel, who had a dazed look on his face.
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There are several states in the United States that allow involuntary servitude. The term... means literally that even if you don't want to, if you go to prison, you will face slavery.
California is one of the states that allows involuntary servitude.
In this legal context, the wages of prisoners in prison for their labor are calculated to the hour.
The hourly wage of prisoners in their private prison is 10 cents.
Yes, not dollars, but cents!
The penny that is equal to 100 cents on the dollar!
On average, each prisoner works about 12 hours a day, of which two hours are undercounted. The average daily wage is $1.
In America today, the average annual income after tax has reached over 10,000 US dollars. Even a beggar on the street, or even if he just picks up rags, can earn several hundred dollars a year.
And this prisoner's annual income is cheaper than that of black slaves back then!
Otherwise, why is it said that private prisons in the United States cannot be opened without some connections?
This thing really makes money...
If we calculate based on these people's monthly salary of $30, that's $360 a year, and a debt of $500,000 to be repaid...it will probably take more than 1,300 years, or less than 1,400 years. If we add in the salary increase that will probably come in a few years, and if the situation is optimistic, these women may be able to pay off their debts and go home in less than a thousand years.
"Oh, by the way, we also have to pay interest on our debts. Just calculate it based on the Federal Reserve's lowest interest rate. Go ahead and do it. I don't want to hear them begging for mercy. Tell them that I admire their courageous behavior."
"I...I...I understand!"
Even if it wasn't imposed on him, Daniel's hands were shaking when he heard such a condition. This was too cruel...
Working under a boss like this, you must not make any mistakes. Uncle Carl is really the best and so kind!
The master of Daying... is too dark!
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Crash.
The sound of handcuffs sliding against the iron bars, along with the sound of footsteps, echoed in the empty prison.
Dim lights shone in the corridor. In the cell at the end of the corridor, Jennifer Connelly was wearing a female prisoner uniform and her makeup was a little smudged. The environment was really too scary!
If Alan hadn't insisted on playing here and she hadn't had the heart to refuse, she would have given up long ago.
Hearing this sound, Jennifer Connelly nervously leaned on the iron bars and looked out of the cell. In the distance, a tall figure wearing a prison guard's uniform and with his hat brim pulled down low slowly walked out from the shadows, with handcuffs in his hands shining brightly.
"Alan...can we go somewhere else to play? I'm a little scared..."
This cell building has three floors, which were deliberately vacated. Now there are only Jennifer Connelly and Allen in it. Every word they talk can be heard. In addition, there is no heating in this season. Jennifer Connelly is only wearing a single layer of clothes. She is too cold to bear it.
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"Number 47, your name is Jennifer Connelly?"
Alan came to the end of the corridor, put the handcuffs back into his waist, took out the key from his pocket, and looked indifferently at Jennifer Connelly who was lying on the iron bars in the cell. The iron bars had pressed the mascara on her eyes, and there were black spots on her lower eyelids, making her look very pitiful.
"Ah...I...right."
"What crime?"
"I……"
Jennifer Connelly had never played such a large-scale role-playing game before. She herself liked excitement, but it was not until now that she realized that the excitement she understood was sometimes somewhat different from the excitement Allen understood.
Now, this is a bit too exciting.
Alan's expression made her even more scared, so much so that she almost forgot the words!
“Bang!”
The soft rubber baton hit the iron bars hard, waking up Jennifer Connelly.
"I...I...I didn't do anything!"
"Humph, everyone who comes in will say that!"
“Clatter.”
Alan slowly opened the iron door and looked around the small cell. There was a small squat toilet in the corner and a handle on the wall.
On the other side was a single bed, and other than that, there was nothing else, not even a window.
The blue quilt, the blue sheets, and the blue prison uniform on Jennifer Connelly.
"Hiss..." In this scene, there was still a bit of a stinky smell in the air, which was left by the prisoners before they were cleared out.
What Allen wants is the original flavor!
He has his own private prison, and if he wants to role-play in prison, then other people have to help him arrange it!
"You still have fifteen years before you get out of prison, right? Hmph... do you want to get out sooner?"
The baton slid down Jennifer Connelly's neck and slowly reached her chin. Allen, who was dressed in a prison guard uniform, lifted up her lovely little face with the baton. The two of them just squatted on the ground, one of them looking down at the other, and had a conversation. It looked a bit like real life.
“Woo…”
Jennifer Connelly couldn't hold it back any longer. Seeing Allen's scary expression, she felt a little aggrieved. Tears flowed down her face unconsciously. She was actually scared to tears.