Bruce decided to be more cautious because he couldn't understand the warden's behavior.

After dinner, he went to the library as a reward for cleaning. However, in the library, he did not talk to anyone, but quietly listened to other people's conversations.

Few newcomers can seize opportunities like Bruce did, and few people would come to the library unless they have been in prison for too long.

"Boss Kyle has changed his cell..."

"It's the same here, in the cell..." the man whispered, "The troublemakers in the cell have all been moved to other places."

"I wonder where their new cells are? Are they going to put these strong men together?"

"Maybe it will be your turn to change cells tomorrow?"

"Don't be funny...hahaha."

Change cells?

He spent two hours in the library and heard several people talking about the incident.

——The cell change seems to have happened recently, after Bella Betivin took office.

These people who were transferred to new cells had several things in common: they were all strong and healthy, there were no elderly people, they were all extremely evil and had taken more than one life, most of them were sentenced to life imprisonment, and had been troublemakers in their own cells before being transferred.

Bruce took note of the news, found the prison guard at the library door, and expressed his willingness to participate in the independent work tonight.

The sudden transfer to the cell in the psychiatric ward made Bruce feel the urgency to the highest level. He originally didn't want to stand out too much, but now he thinks it's better to move as fast as possible.

The prison guards looked him up and down and asked him a few questions: "I remember your case was not serious. Yes, you have never killed anyone... Are your fingers sensitive? Do you have any hand disabilities?"

Bruce certainly didn't.

The prison guard chuckled and said, "Then I hope you have enough patience and don't reveal the content of tonight's work. But you are living in a single room now, so there is no chance... Come with me."

What work content cannot be disclosed?

Bruce frowned and followed, telling himself in his heart that he must always be alert.

He stared at the prison guard's back, feeling that within three seconds he could knock him to the ground without making any sound, and then take his gun.

Bruce raised his head slightly and took in the surveillance position in the corridor. He could remove the handcuffs at any time, but his purpose was not to escape from prison - and a vague intuition told him that even if he successfully solved the surveillance and the prison guards, some unspeakable existence would observe him - he had to be more careful.

Bruce remained alert and followed the prison police through most of the Blackgate Prison. It was already 11 o'clock in the evening, but he was not sleepy and was still full of energy.

This workplace was located in the northwest corner of the first floor of Blackgate Prison. Bruce knew at a glance that this was once a warehouse.

The prison guard uncuffed him, pushed him in, and said, "Go register your number, and then we will give you points based on the number of cases."

The lights are bright.

Bruce narrowed his eyes, then quickly opened them. He was stunned for a moment.

What comes into view is a busy handicraft factory, with countless sewing machines working together——

He finally understood why the prison guards asked him if his fingers were sensitive!

Obviously, this was not Bruce's intention either.

"What does the warden having prisoners do manual labor have to do with 'conspiracy'?" He sneered in his heart, but since he was here, he still had to do his job.

Scanning the armed guards around, Bruce lowered his head slightly and found the person in charge of registration and piecework, who was also a prisoner.

The prisoner was fat and short, with a frown on his face. When he saw Bruce, he shouted, "Hey, you idiot, what are you doing there? Come here!"

Bruce: "..." For some reason, he felt that this guy looked familiar.

However, adhering to his usual principle of keeping a low profile, he quickly walked over, reported his number, and was then assigned to his own sewing machine.

Um... on a sewing machine.

Bruce fumbled with the usage of the sewing machine, and began to use it with others to do their only task, a thicker green hood.

He pondered over the hood.

Fluorescent green, which makes the wearer of the hood very conspicuous at night.

The word "Environmental Protection" on the back of the head indicates that this job was probably taken over by the prison from an environmental protection organization.

The straps at the neck are buckled, so it is difficult to take this hood off directly. You have to unfasten the straps and buckles first.

The glasses are sun-blocking and have ventilation holes at the bottom...it's quite user-friendly.

The conclusion is that the prison took over a job from an environmental protection organization and asked the prisoners to make fluorescent green hoods, which might be a uniform for labor. But why hoods? What kind of labor requires wearing hoods?

Even when cleaning the sewer, Bruce easily found that this mask had no function of filtering poisonous gas, and naturally could not filter out stench.

Its only function should be to "stand out" and "cover the face".

How strange, Bruce thought as he pedaled on his sewing machine.

Another strange thing is that he found that he knew a lot.

He knows all kinds of fighting skills, which is almost instinctive. He is very flexible and has a strong learning ability. He can operate the sewing machine immediately. When he walked around the library, he found that he could guess the subsequent content of many books just by reading the beginning, which means that he has read them before, but just forgot them.

Yes... Bruce vaguely felt that he had forgotten something.

But his memory was flawless, and his past life experiences could not accommodate so many books and so much almost physical and instinctive exercise.

——What on earth is going on?

"Hey, hey brother," At this moment, the prisoner next to Bruce called him in a low voice, "You are new here, which cell are you in?"

Bruce was moved, but of course he didn't say anything. Instead, he asked him, "Why are you asking this?"

The prisoner winked at him and said, "Did you see the guy in charge of registration? He is the former gang leader Penguin, but now he is doing piecework. Don't be fooled by the guy sitting in the front as if he is very idle. In fact, he also has to operate the sewing machine. He has a daily work quota. After completing it, he has to record the work we have done and pick out the defective products. He works until late at night every day."

Bruce looked at him with a smile, a trace of scrutiny flashing in his eyes: "What do you want to do by telling me this?"

"What kind of job would require the famous Penguin to be in charge?" The prisoner lowered his voice and said stealthily, "Besides, the hoods we made are piled up in the warehouse, but we have never seen anyone come to take the hoods away."

"Most importantly," the man whispered, "there have been prisoners being moved to new cells lately, and my brother was one of them."

Bruce: "What crime did your brother commit?"

The prisoner was silent for a moment. "He was too impulsive. He killed his boss and other colleagues at work, a total of seven people. He was arrested directly. I was arrested for stealing."

"He has been very irritable since he was young. He always sticks to his word and often beats me..."

"But there is no other way. He is my brother. He was taken away. I at least need to know whether he is dead or alive."

It seems that those prisoners selected are indeed serious criminals?

Bruce continued working, whispering, "I'm a new prisoner. There are new prisoners in our cell."

He didn't say he was transferred to the psychiatric ward.

The prisoner was in a very low mood: "Oh, forget it, it looks like I can't find any clues from you..."

"Since the prison implemented the meal and exercise system in batches, I haven't seen my brother and other prisoners who were taken away. I don't even know whether they are alive or dead..."

The only sound in the room was the hum of machines working, which was very noisy. The guy called Penguin Man had two sparrows perched on his shoulders. He suddenly stood up, walked over to Bruce, and knocked on the table in their row.

The others stopped in surprise, and the penguin stared at Bruce and said, "Your name."

"Bruce," Bruce looked at him and found that the penguin man did not seem to have a good rest. The dark circles under his eyes were very obvious. He added, "Bruce Malone."

Penguin: “…”

The penguin stared at him in confusion: "What were you talking about? You, and you——"

He pointed at Bruce and the thief prisoner next to him and said, "Your workload for today is cancelled! Do you still have time to chat while working?"

The prisoner next to him had an indignant look on his face and complained in a low voice: "Chatting doesn't violate the rules..."

"It's not against the rules to chat," Bruce said calmly, "You just want to show your power, intimidate others and get back at us."

Penguin: "Shut up! You want to be locked up?"

Bruce glanced over his head.

He suddenly moved—

He held the penguin man's shoulder with one hand and threw him onto the table. The two of them quickly started to wrestle. The penguin man probably didn't react at first, but in fact, he was quite good at fighting. The guy shouted, "What are you doing? Hey, what are you looking at? Come and help me--"

Although some people did not move, others, perhaps worried about the threat posed by the penguin man at work, also rushed over.

However, their fighting ability is not as good as that of the Penguin Man. Bruce is almost at ease and can knock down most of them with one punch.

The machine noise stopped, and their commotion finally attracted attention. The guards fired their guns as a warning, and the prison police rushed over and punched everyone, then handcuffed them.

"All of you will be locked up," the prison guard said fiercely.

Bruce glanced at him, lowered his head and laughed.

His goal was achieved.

——It’s better to sleep in a confinement room than to sleep across from Xiao Chou.

Moreover, Bruce felt that he had to speed up. He must find an opportunity to meet the prison warden and then decide what to do next.

There are problems with his memory, and there are problems with this prison. The contact person in a week may not be reliable, so he has to prepare a plan B to save himself.

What he didn't understand was why he didn't prepare a plan B from the beginning? This made Bruce feel that he was a bit stupid when he went to jail before.

Five minutes after the incident, Weiwei, who was arguing with the land commissioner in the mayor's office in South Hinckley, received the news.

——After all, among those who were beaten was the penguin man on whom she had paid close attention.

Weiwei's land purchase plan did not go smoothly because the land manager of South Hinckley Town immediately looked unhappy when he heard that she was not from Gotham but from outside.

Although "Vivi White" is from Gotam, the other party opened the computer to check and found that this identity had been registered not long ago. A "you know it all" smile appeared on his face - he thought "Vivi" was a worker who had smuggled into Gotam and had just obtained an identity.

"Nan Hinckley doesn't welcome outsiders," the other party said with a contemptuous smile, "Ms. Bethwin... Warden? No matter who you are, you'd better leave as soon as possible."

The warden herself was kicked out of the office because no one was willing to see her anymore.

She stroked her chin, feeling speechless.

The town of South Hinkley is an autonomous town under the city of Gothenburg. It is located on an island and was once allowed to be autonomous because the roads were not smooth. They have a small copper mine here. The mineral production in South Hinkley is quite rich. The locals rely on the mining for their livelihood and their lives are very closed and xenophobic.

It seemed that buying land in South Hinckley was not feasible. Rather, Weiwei thought that this place could activate some main construction quests - the game would never allow places in the city that were not ruled by the player, right? However, perhaps because some prerequisites were not met, she was unable to activate it at the moment. In the future, she should come a few more times and learn more about this town, and then it should be possible.

Weiwei shook her head: Are we really going to buy land in Bristol County?

She didn't mind. The purpose of buying the land was to build a manor. She wanted to have a piece of land that belonged to Vivi herself - Bella's house was bombed - and it would be more convenient for her to hire teachers on this land, and there would also be a place for training.

…but there’s also Wayne Manor in nearby Bristol County.

It is said that Batman has a good relationship with Wayne Roosevelt. Doesn't she have to live under Batman's watchful eye?

Forget it...I haven't found a skill trainer yet?

Moreover, she asked Penguin Man to train those serious criminals who used THE1, but before they could even start working, this Penguin Man was sent to the prison infirmary. Why is he so incompetent?

The person with the number A07S1771 who defeated the penguin man and sent everyone else to the infirmary was actually fine. He was being locked up in a confinement room and had no injuries that required him to be treated in the infirmary.

And he is more than one...

Weiwei thought for a moment: "Matchstick Malone...I have to go meet him."