Spy-x-War Showdown-Chapter 55 - 54 Admission
55: Chapter 54 Admission
55 -54 Admission
Pelican Bay Prison is a prison, but not an ordinary one; it is the highest-security prison in the United States.
Because Pelican Bay Prison houses the largest number of felons in the United States, such as murderers, drug dealers, and gang members, only those who have committed such serious crimes are incarcerated there.
Los Angeles Prison holds more than eighteen thousand inmates, but most of these inmates have committed minor offenses—they get locked up for a month or two and then are released, and there are quite a few who are locked up for two or three, five or six years, but there are not many real felons.
As for Pelican Bay Prison, it has a total of about three thousand inmates, at least a thousand of whom are serving life sentences without the possibility of parole.
Of the remaining two thousand, half are serving terms of fifteen years or more.
Among the remaining thousand or so inmates, a five-year sentence is considered short.
One can imagine what sort of characters are locked up in Pelican Bay Prison.
Thinking about being confined with the most vicious convicts in all of America, Yang Yi couldn’t say he wasn’t scared—it was certainly not true.
Now, Yang Yi had finally understood where his sense of urgency came from.
In such a prison, it would be strange not to feel urgent.
However, that being said, Pelican Bay Prison really is like a university for American criminals.
Gang members go in to serve a few years and come out as if they’ve had their skills polished—because someone might go in for stealing, but come out knowing how to kill and set fires.
Otherwise, how could it be called a university for criminals?
Thinking of this, Yang Yi felt he shouldn’t think any further.
The die was cast, the rice was cooked; even if he lost his nerve and backed out now, Danny would definitely kick him straight into prison.
Regret?
No regret.
Scared?
Not scared.
That’s what Yang Yi always said, but he was lying.
Not being scared of entering such a hellish place would be weird, not having regrets would be weird!
Therefore, Yang Yi always had to suppress the urge to open the car door and run away.
Yang Yi’s much-loved long hair had been cut short; it wasn’t much of a hairstyle, more like it had been chewed by a dog, because it was Danny who had casually trimmed it with a pair of scissors.
His hands were cuffed, but as for clothes, he was still wearing his own.
“We’re here!”
Raymond, who was in the driver’s seat, suddenly said in a low voice, then turned his head to look at Yang Yi, “Get ready to get out of the car, remember what you’re supposed to say and do, good luck.”
Yang Yi let out a listless sigh, and then he saw a police car pull up next to their vehicle and stop.
A police officer looked around then opened the rear door of the vehicle and dragged a young man out in handcuffs.
“Get out, get into the police car, goodbye.”
Danny said indifferently, and as Raymond had already gotten out of the car, Yang Yi gave Danny a particularly resentful look, then said in a low voice, “Captain, I want to say to you…”
“No need to thank me, after all, I got one hundred and fifty thousand US dollars.”
“I wanted to say you bastard!”
After spitting out those words bitterly, Yang Yi voluntarily got out of the car.
The Asian young man getting off the police car was Benjamin Park, the one Yang Yi had to replace.
Yang Yi brushed past Benjamin Park, who had a look of wild joy on his face, while Yang Yi himself was the picture of abject misery.
Benjamin didn’t even glance at Yang Yi, but Yang Yi looked deeply at Benjamin for one moment before a police officer grabbed his arm and unceremoniously stuffed him into the police car.
Raymond gave a signal to the officer and then quickly returned to his own car.
Both vehicles started up and sped off in opposite directions.
The police officer in the passenger seat gave Yang Yi a fierce look and then said harshly, “You know what to do.
Remember, if you dare to speak out of turn, I guarantee you’ll end up in a bad way.”
Yang Yi kept his head down and didn’t speak, simply nodding.
The officer didn’t say anything further.
The police car left the swap site and soon entered the highway, taking Yang Yi straight to the detention center, but Yang Yi was not locked up there.
Instead, he was immediately put onto a large prison transport vehicle.
When Yang Yi was put on the vehicle, he was alone.
The officer who did the exchange pulled him by the arm to the last row and pushed him down into a seat.
“Listen, I’ll take care of you until you’re sent to prison.
Until then, sit here quietly and do not speak, understand?”
“I understand.”
Yang Yi was compliant.
He had no need to resist, and of course, resistance would have been pointless anyway.
As the officer left, Yang Yi couldn’t help feeling anxious.
In an attempt to alleviate his fear, he began to survey the prison transport’s interior.
The vehicle was similar to a typical school bus, but with a different paint job.
The windows were also fitted with wire mesh, but there was nothing else particularly noteworthy about it.
After less than five minutes, a group of prisoners began boarding under heavy police escort.
The first prisoner to board was tall and muscular with tattoos covering his body, and his face was filled with bizarre patterns, rendering his ethnicity indiscernible to Yang Yi.
He wasn’t black, nor very white—most likely of Latin origin from South America.
Seeing someone already on board, the heavily tattooed man glared fiercely at Yang Yi as if Yang Yi owed him money, until a push from an officer behind him made the man finally slump into the front-most seat.
More prisoners boarded sequentially—five black men, three Latinos, and just one white man, plus Yang Yi, the Asian.
With Yang Yi included, there were ten people in total, though the prison vehicle could seat at least thirty.
No more prisoners boarded, so Yang Yi found himself sitting in lonely isolation at the back.
Besides the driver, four officers armed with shotguns boarded the bus.
Then, a portly officer climbed on last, hands planted on his hips.
After a cold sweep over the prisoners, he bellowed, “I’m warning you—all—keep still, don’t cause trouble, or you’ll learn the hard way.
If anyone tries to stir things up, I won’t warn before shooting.
This is my only warning!”
Yang Yi’s identity was special, as he was posing as someone else, so he was seated at the very back, kept at a certain distance from the other prisoners.
To some extent, Yang Yi indeed received preferential treatment, as he didn’t have to sit with the other prisoners.
For someone who had never been to jail and had never imagined being incarcerated, this was significant for Yang Yi.
The prisoners naturally formed a few small groups; the five black men split into two factions with three of them starting a chat and cracking crude jokes as soon as they boarded, while the other two sat together and whispered.
The three Latinos seemed to be strangers at first, but they quickly started laughing and talking.
Only the white man kept turning back to look at Yang Yi.
He appeared somewhat scared, as if he desperately wanted someone to talk to, but unfortunately, he was the only white person, and it was clear that Yang Yi could not sit with him.
Observing the microcosm of life within the prison transport from the back seat, Yang Yi suddenly realized, regardless of how long he might stay in prison, one thing was for sure—his days were definitely not going to be easy.
