Chapter 1444 Research on Manipulation (10)

Accompanied by a series of metal collision noises, the prisoners in the cells stood up one after another, walked to the door and lined up, waiting for the prison guards to open the door and take them out to relax.

There were only three people in Bruce's cell. He deliberately waited for a while, letting Bain stand first, while he and Tang En stood behind. Bain took the lead to bend down and pass through the narrow cell door, while the one who fell behind Bruce paused and said to Tang En in a mocking tone: "Without the big dog, who are you going to find later?"

Tang En swallowed a mouthful of saliva and seemed a little distracted. He didn't need Bruce's reminder. He also found that now he was the most bullied one in this cell, just like Jimmy before.

But unlike Jimmy, he didn't officially join a gang. He only had Big Dog as a backer. After Big Dog died, he didn't even have a way to join a gang, and his two inmates obviously didn't intend to cover him up. Looking at him, Tang En was very scared now.

Let’s not talk about the Bandage Killer. Although he behaves a little colder, he has not shown any aggressive behavior yet, but the new inmate Bain is a violent maniac no matter how you look at it, and he is much stronger than a big dog. If If Bane bullies him like a big dog bullies Jimmy, it's almost impossible for him to survive the first turn.

Seeing the expression on Tang En's face gradually turning into panic, Bruce turned his head silently and walked out under the leadership of the prison guards.

After arriving at the exhibition venue, Bruce did not pause. He walked towards the group of the oldest serial killers in the prison and sat down in an inconspicuous corner. Although he did not communicate with anyone, But has made his identity known to other gangs.

Few people in prison are willing to mess with this group of murderers. In the final analysis, other criminals are just for profit, but this group of murderers enjoy killing completely. Most of them suffer from pathological mental illness. Most of the conflicts of interest between people will be ignored, but a sick lunatic will definitely kill him.

Moreover, this group of lunatics have no intention of being involved in the drug or cigarette trade. Most of them do not smoke, drink or take drugs. They are strong and have good living habits. Their only hobby is reading books or newspapers. This has no conflict of interest with other gangs, so they naturally get along with each other. Nothing happened.

"Is there a newspaper?" Bruce looked up at a thin scholar-looking man and asked.

"You can't all count on me." The scholar-looking man complained with a frown. He grinned to one side from time to time, and then shrugged his shoulders on that side, looking like he had some sequelae of polio.

"I'll try to get two journals in next week." Bruce sat on the ground with his hands on his knees. People around him were obviously attracted by his words and turned to look at him, so Bruce added Said: "But don't expect it to be the latest version. They can't figure out the complicated serial numbers."

But others still gathered around, and they changed the topic to the latest academic results they had seen before going to jail. Bruce chatted with them casually, but his eyes were on the edge of the exhibition area. On Bain.

This extremely strong big man naturally attracted the attention of various gangs. What gangs in prison lack most are two kinds of people. One is a completely inconspicuous kid who has never provoked the prison guards and seems to be incapable of committing any crime. Such people can help them transport contraband. Another type is constantly looking for trouble, showing off their violent temperament and being intimidating. This can help them keep the contraband.

Bain obviously belongs to the latter. His body is the strongest in the entire prison. Even if you don't look at the tubes on the back of his head, you can tell that he is a reformed person just by looking at his muscle mass. This kind of violence is written on his face. The criminals on the gang can very well deter opponents who want to start a fight, so they are naturally the most popular among gangs.

Both the Border Gang and the Neo-Nazis sent people to move tentatively over there. The black gang stood still for the time being, but it was obvious that they were also interested. The rest of the people also focused their eyes on that side, wanting to see who could get this head. A strong beast.

The Border Gang took the lead in sending a Latino towards where Bain was. Bain was still sitting on the ground and didn't move when he saw the coming person. He just stared at the other person with his eyes under the mask.

Bruce knew very well how much pressure Bain's eyes could put on people. The Latino slowed down significantly when he approached Bain. He seemed to have forgotten the prepared words and just stood two meters away from Bain. Stupidly stunned.

Suddenly, Bain stood up. The Latino was instinctively frightened and took two steps back. There was a burst of snickering from the crowd around him. They did not understand what they would encounter in the shadow shrouded under Bain's huge body. There was so much pressure, I just felt that the border gangs were a bunch of cowards, and they were scared before they actually took action.

One of the leaders of the Border Gang couldn't sit still. He had to find his place and pay for the poor performance of his subordinates, so he called two followers, walked over with arms swinging, raised his chin at Bain, and said with Spanish-accented English said: "Hey, big guy, why don't you say hello to my companion?"

"I didn't see that he wanted to say hello." Bain said angrily. He tightened the muscles of his arms, pushed aside the Latino standing in front of him with very rough movements, and walked to the white leader. Then he beat his chest with his hand and said, "You should know that I can twist your heads off before the anklet is discharged."

The leader sneered and said, "Then you will be locked up in a solitary confinement cell without sunlight. Don't even think about taking action, big idiot, unless you want to be tortured for life by the special imprisonment measures formulated by Amanda, that crazy woman."

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Bane exhaled through his nose, stared at the leader blankly and said, "What do you want to do?"

"We just want to come over and say hello to you."

"Now that we've said hello, get out of here."

"Something's wrong." Bruce with red eyes turned to look at the other self beside him and said, "Just now, Bane's behavior was different from the first time I met him. He acted like a brainless reckless man."

"Maybe he's trying to disguise himself as a reckless man." Bruce with blue eyes squinted and focused on Bane's actions, and said, "Tighten your nerves. Muscles can better show the arm circumference and highlight the strong body. When standing, the center of gravity is placed backward and the hips are thrust forward to emphasize the masculine characteristics. The hands are not protected in front of the body, but placed on both sides of the body, showing a fearless momentum. "

"He is constantly strengthening his body expression, and using short language and straightforward words to imitate the way he speaks, making people think that he is just a big fool with strong limbs and a simple mind. You see, didn't the people of the Border Gang fall for it? "

"Why did he do this?" asked Bruce with red eyes.

"If it were me, when facing an unfamiliar environment surrounded by enemies, I would hide my most important weapon as a trump card."

"Even though he already has such a strong body, he still thinks his wisdom is more important?"

"Perhaps his wisdom is stronger than his body." Blue-eyed Bruce stared at the tubes behind Bane's head and said: "From the sloppy method of the doctor who connected his tubes, it can be seen that he is not precious as an experimental subject. It is very likely that he is a model used for initial drug testing."

"This model will not be stored for too long." Red-eyed Bruce continued his words and speculated: "Laboratories that conduct illegal human experiments will regularly destroy these consumables, and Not only was he not destroyed, he also escaped from the laboratory with these broken tubes and even got in touch with Amanda. "

"I have no doubt that Bane used Amanda. He made Amanda think that he was just a reckless big guy and an easy-to-control killing tool, so he came to the ordinary cell. "

"If his goal was to escape from prison, he could have left long ago. Amanda was deceived by him and did not use the harsh special imprisonment measures to deal with him. The security force of the ordinary cell was useless to him. Judging from the amount of muscle in his legs, he could even jump out of the electric fence directly. So why didn't he leave?" Blue-eyed Bruce frowned and said with a slightly puzzled tone.

"Bane must have a special goal in staying here on purpose. We have to figure out what he wants to do first, and then we can make the next plan."

After the voice fell, the blue-eyed Bruce disappeared. He stood up from the ground and said to the scholar with glasses standing opposite him: "I will go to the infirmary to change the bandage on my face tonight. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Nurse... There are old newspapers in the cabinet on the right wall of the nurse's station." The scholar said intermittently: "It is the packaging used by those drug-addicted idiots to transport drugs, but we really need it. Can you get it? ? "

Bruce nodded, and another rather strong criminal who looked like a farmer stepped forward and said, "Most of what they use are newspapers from last month. If you can get them for us, then whoever's deeds are written in the newspaper will help you do things. I guess it's likely to be mine, so what do you want to do?"

"I need a list of prisoners."

"Deal."

On the way back to the cell, Tang En wanted to speak to Bruce several times. Bruce saw his intention, so he walked faster and faster, leaving him far behind, not giving him any chance to communicate.

The time is not yet ripe. Bruce lowered his head, looking at the luster on the handcuffs and thought that the aroma brought by the fear component was not strong enough, and the fermentation process had not yet begun. Such wine was too sour and astringent and difficult to drink.

Listening to the crisp sound of the shackles rubbing against the ground, Bruce began to recall when he could come up with such a cruel joke as comparing fear to the aroma of wine. Why did he just socialize with a group of serial killers, but no longer felt the slightest anger towards their crimes, but only a kind of contemptuous impatience, and even began to miss his drinking and card friends?

He manipulated Jimmy to kill the big dog, and planned to use fear to force Tang En, and had a good chat with the serial killers who had killed more than a dozen people, but Bruce didn't even have a minute to search for possible conscience. He just thought mockingly that the news in Gotham was always much more exciting than their own deeds, and the jokes of the Joker were much funnier than theirs.

In the narrow and dark corridor of the prison, the young man walked forward with a calm face, walked back to the cell with steady steps, sat back on the bed with a steady posture, and was as calm as if he had returned home - Bruce did start to miss home a little.