Chapter 201 The Genius Andrew
Around noon at Pine City Prison No. 3, Alexander, the young guy caught in the Wilde family’s secret gun stash, was sitting in an iron chair, rocking prison clothes, and giving Andrew a bored look.
"You gonna talk or what?" Andrew asked, taking a sip of water.
The kid smirked. "I don't know anything. What do you want me to say?"
"There were so many guns in that room, and you didn't know? Are you blind?" Xavier yelled, eyes bulging. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you're in?"
The kid just shrugged. "I was just doing a job. They paid me to watch the place. I didn't ask questions."
"And the gun in your hand?"
"Yeah, I bought a gun for fun. I admit it was illegal. Is that not enough? You gonna give me the death penalty for that?" The kid was defiant. "Whoever hid the guns, you go find them. Asking me is pointless; I don't know anything."
Andrew squinted at him, taking another sip of water.
"With that attitude, I can drag your case out for years. You believe that?" Xavier sneered.
The kid stiffened. "Bro, I'm begging you, keep me in for years. Do you know how hard it is to make money out there? It's tough just to get a meal. Look at this place; food and drink are guaranteed, and you even organize activities. It's way better than outside."
"Are you messing with me?" Andrew asked, giving him a sidelong glance.
"I've got nothing but time," the kid replied with a grin, "You can keep me here as long as you want."
"Is that so?" Andrew scratched his ear. "Alright, let's do that then."
Xavier was stunned.
Andrew stood up, walked over to the kid, and bent down. "You're just a small-time thug, making little money and knowing even less. I don't get why you're acting tough here. Listen to me, you better hold out. If you talk, I'll lose all respect for you."
"Don't worry, bro. I'll make sure you respect me," the kid said with a grin.
"Talking tough, huh, brother?" Andrew nodded and called out, "Let's go. Time to find a place to eat."
"Next time you come, bring me an e-cigarette," the kid shouted after Andrew, "Treat me well, and maybe I'll remember something important."
Around noon, in the prison cafeteria.
Xavier, eating pasta, looked irritated as he spoke to Andrew. "I told Alexander before, these guys are hard to crack. They were just watching the place, not directly involved. At most, we can charge them with illegal possession of firearms and convict them as accomplices. Adam must have set everything up for them. Just give each of them much money, and they won't say a word."
"Don't worry. Watch how I handle this punk," Andrew said, taking a sip of water. "I'll go see the guards from the second squad later."
"What for?" Xavier asked, puzzled.
"Don't worry about it. Just eat," Andrew replied casually.
About an hour later.
In the interrogation room hallway, a young guard in his twenties frowned at Andrew. "Don't mess around. This won't work. The higher-ups are cracking down on this. Last year, four or five people committed suicide over this."
"I told you, bring him out for me. I'll talk to him myself. If anything happens, I'll take the blame. Is that okay?" Andrew pleaded.
The young guard shook his head. "No way. If something happens, I'll lose my job..."
"Damn it, I told you, I'll handle it myself. You don't need to be there," Andrew said, glaring. "If there's a problem, it's on me."
"But you..."
"If you don't agree, I'll report you for going out with me to pick up prostitutes while on duty," Andrew said, giving him a sidelong glance. "I mean it."
"Are you crazy?" The guard couldn't believe what he heard.
"Just say I took the prisoner for questioning, and you stepped aside as usual. Okay?" Andrew raised an eyebrow.
The young guard immediately nodded. "That... that works."
"Hurry up, find me a few strong ones, preferably those who've been in for six or seven years," Andrew urged.
Xavier, listening for a while, frowned at Andrew. "Will this work?"
"They're already in prison. Do we still need to interrogate them?" Andrew patted Xavier's chest. "The people in here have more tricks than we do."
"True." Xavier nodded in agreement.
Pine City Prison No. 3 was divided into two main areas.
The first area was for prisoners who had already received their court sentences. This area was larger, with four buildings and two yards. The second area was for detainees awaiting trial. This area was smaller, with only one yard and a row of dormitories.
Typically, prisoners and detainees didn't interact, but there were exceptions, like joint cleaning or activities, usually with prisoners guiding the detainees.
Around 3 PM, the main building in the prisoner area needed a thorough cleaning, including snow removal. So, seven or eight guards brought their detainees to the prisoner area, and the young gun runner was among them.
By late afternoon, the work was almost done, and the cafeteria was about to open. The young gun runner took a break, chatting with others behind the main building.
"Come here." At that moment, a burly prisoner called out.
Everyone turned around, and the young gun runner pointed at himself. "You mean me?"
"Yeah." the burly man nodded. "Come help out."
"Okay!" The young gun runner didn't think much and followed.
The burly man led him about one hundred and seventy feet, turning a corner to the public restroom.
"What are we doing here?" the young gun runner asked curiously.
"Go inside. My brother wants to talk to you," the burly man said, pushing him into the restroom.
The young gun runner, confused, entered and saw a middle-aged man in his forties with a pockmarked face and graying hair, wearing a military coat.
"Wh-what do you want?" the young gun runner asked.
"Do you know the three great joys in prison?" the middle-aged man asked, grinning.
The young man was baffled and didn't respond.
"Someone asked me to help you find the true joy," the middle-aged man said, lighting a cigarette. "Take off your pants."
"Wh-what are you doing?" the young man stammered, backing away. "Let's not do this. I've never done this before."
"I don't play either," the middle-aged man said, lighting a cigarette. "But my brothers do."
"How many?" the young man asked, panicking and turning around.
Four or five strong men entered the restroom.
The young man screamed, leaning against the wall. "If you keep this up, I'll call the guards."
Seconds later.
"Please, please... I give up. Just one at a time... one at a time..." the young man shouted, panicked and incoherent.
At 8 PM.
Andrew was organizing case files when he received a call.
"Hey, you better come over. He's asking for you, crying..."
"I'm on my way," Andrew said excitedly, grabbing his bag. "Let's go, Xavier."
On a city street.
Rodolfo sat in the car, silent.
William smoked, speaking softly, "That bald guy will come out soon. See if he's the one who brought you into Pine City."
"Okay." Rodolfo nodded.
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