Chapter 283 The Sweatshop in Prison

Chapter 283 Sweatshop in Prison

"Hey, Terry, after you get out, Agent Hannah from the FBI will ask you something. She wants to know about your work here." Jack stopped Terry who was about to leave.

Seeing Terry's nervous look, he smiled and reassured, "If you have any worries, how about I provide you with a job with an hourly salary of more than 20 dollars?"

After seeing off Terry, who suddenly felt energetic, and saying hello to the LAPD officers who entered through the fire escape and safety door, Hondo and Jack hurried back.

Get rid of the "th Gang", and there will be no organized resistance in Area A.

Wearing full body armor, armed with batons, and equipped with tear gas and stun grenades, LAPD officers can clean up the prisoners who are still running around as long as they advance steadily from cell to cell.

When they were about to return to the connection between Area A and Area B, the LAPD officers who opened the iron staircase door from the third floor and cleaned up the clothes had already gone up to the fourth floor.

Nothing happened, and the three SWAT team members guarding here were safe and sound, but there were a few corpses of prisoners lying on the corner not far away.

"Command, Team A is now preparing to enter Area B."

"Team A received, team B is already in position and preparing to enter."

Hondo's serious expression softened slightly. With two SWAT teams together, the manpower was not so tight.

"We need to speed up the cleanup of Area B. Gunnar Card doesn't know what he's planning. The longer it takes, the worse it will be for us."

After saying that, he was about to set off with the team, but was stopped by Jack.

"Hondo, I have a suggestion."

"It's time to divide into two teams. Deacon and I will take two people to find those construction workers. You can go to Area C first and meet Team B on the road."

Hondo stopped, thought for a moment and then made a decision immediately, "Chris, Street, you and Deacon and Jack, please be safe."

After speaking, he patted Jack on the shoulder, "I'll let them buy a few cups of Starbucks coffee and wait outside."

"That's just a coincidence." Jack rolled his eyes.

Not long after the shooting in the shopping mall, he left under the escort of Tim and others. The SWAT team arrived afterwards. After measuring the shooting distance of 41 meters, Hondo even took the initiative to call Jack.

As the saying goes, people are like trees, so there is a reason why the SWAT team easily agreed to let Jack participate in such a high-risk operation. After all, no one wants to be held back.

Time was running out. As soon as they entered Area B, the team was split into two. Jack and others continued to move forward. Hondo entered the passage leading to Area C with Luca and Tan with an Asian face.

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The bodies of the prisoners in Area B are obviously stronger than the black buddies in Area A, and the behavior of the "Baja Horned Dragon Gang" is also much more brutal. The four of Jack passed through several cells along the way, only the prisoners left by killing each other There were no fewer than ten dead bodies.

"Further ahead is the infirmary of the prison. It should be the first place to be attacked after the riot started." Deacon tied a guy who was still struggling hard.

"There are quite a few addicts among these guys, and they will come here immediately to find medicine, so be careful when you go in."

When the strong white man who was pressed by his knee heard this, he stopped struggling and cursed angrily.

"Isn't he in this shitty prison? Damn the infirmary, there's a pharmacy in Block C, but it's been emptied by the 'Spicy Crunchy Eagle' guy."

A few people were taken aback when they heard the words. The map showed that there were at least two connected halls ahead, marked with the words "Infirmary", and the hospital beds were decently drawn.

"Go in and have a look." The four of them were divided into two groups, standing by the door with guns, Jack and Dickon on the right, Streeter and Chris on the left.

Deacon unscrewed the door handle, and the two groups of people kept one position on the left and one on the right, searching along the wall of the room.

"Safe left."

"Safe on the right."

"What's going on?" Chris looked at the electric sewing machines lined up in the hall with a confused expression.

"Prison factory, they converted the original infirmary and ward into a bulletproof vest manufacturing workshop." Jack picked up a piece of Kevlar fabric from the table and shook it. This is a half-made bulletproof vest.

"This is where those people were talking about working seven days a week."

Deacon sneered, "Now I understand how those capitalists make money by running prisons, turning prisoners into free labor for making body armor."

Jack took out his mobile phone and took pictures of everything in front of him. Although there is real-time video from the chest recorder of the SWAT team, it is definitely right to keep a backup on hand just in case.

He didn't sympathize with those felons who were treated as blood and sweat, but it made him very upset that the blood and sweat flowed into private pockets.

The guy who planned the riot is certainly the culprit, but the capitalists who squeezed the prisoners so endlessly are even more hateful.

He Jie was sleeping soundly, having a nap and dreaming sweet dreams, but because of a prison riot, Hotchner and Reid were trapped here, and he had to come to wipe the buttocks of these capitalists, not to mention how uncomfortable it is .

Regardless of what the LAPD does or doesn't do, Jack doesn't mind having the beautiful Channel news presenter Taylor Kelly over dinner and the tapes.

Of course, the video alone is definitely not enough. The prison guard Terry is also his backer. He can work as a prison guard without any training, and the hourly salary is 11 dollars.

That's enough testimony for that prison contractor, Ash Jones, to drink a pot.

"Shh~~~" Jack suddenly heard a small noise coming from the next room and signaled everyone to be careful.

The three SWAT members vigilantly relied on the load-bearing pillars in the room as cover, and pointed their guns at the door leading to the next room.

"Gun!" Chris yelled sharply, and a prisoner with a shotgun suddenly appeared at the door, and gunshots rang out from both sides almost simultaneously.

At a distance of about four or five meters, four rifles were fired at the same time. Even though the guy with the shotgun was wearing several layers of bulletproof vests, he was smashed into a sieve with only one shot.

"Bang! Bang!" His two accomplices didn't dare to show their heads at all, blindly fired a few shots into the room, picked up the shotgun that the guy dropped on the ground, and fled in embarrassment.

"Up, up, up!" Dickon took the lead, Jack followed behind, and the four converted into a straight line and followed closely.

The next room is much more crowded than here. It is filled with various large-scale cleaning and drying equipment. It should be a place where the finished bulletproof vests are further processed.

"Be careful, they are hostages."

I don't know if it was because the crowd advanced too fast or the guys from the "Baja Horned Dragon Gang" were too flustered. They didn't even have time to use the hostages as meat shields, and fled to the deepest part of the room in embarrassment.

Eight construction workers trapped in zongzi were tied under the stainless steel workbench at the entrance. Seeing the intruding SWAT special forces team members, they whimpered excitedly.

"Let them go."

Dickon and Jack came forward to protect them with their guns, Chris and Streeter took out their daggers and cut the ropes that bound them, pressing the heads of these people to drive them into the room.