Chapter 160: Fate Squad: Prison Storms

File Number: Axx233-0127

Name: Dong Xu

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Citizen Grade: Blank Citizen

Occupation: Habitual Theft Offender

Criminal Record:

I. Case Summary

Date: January 27, Year 233 of the New Era Calendar

Location: Rongyuan Commercial Plaza, Lower City Ninth District

Criminal Acts: Theft, Injury

Case Details: Dong Xu stole a valuable diamond ring from a jewelry store in the commercial district; after being discovered by a security guard, he committed violence and injured someone.

II. Case Details

Criminal Tools: Gloves, mask, custom-made iron hook

On-site Evidence: On-site photographic evidence collection, jewelry store staff statements, witness testimony

Loss Assessment: Stolen diamond ring valued at 1.2 million yuan

III. Subsequent Handling

·Resisting Arrest: After the incident, Dong Xu attempted to resist arrest while fleeing the scene, but was successfully subdued through the efforts of the Patrol Bureau.

Court Sentence: According to relevant provisions of the "Lower City Ninth District Criminal Cases", the court convicted Dong Xu of theft and intentional injury, imposing a combined sentence of nine years' fixed-term imprisonment.

File Number: Axx233-0129

Name: Liu Yi

Gender: Male

Age: 40 years old

Citizen Grade: Blank Citizen

Occupation: Security guard at a chemical factory in Ninth District (dismissed)

Criminal Record:

I. Case Summary

Date: January 29, Year 233 of the New Era Calendar

Location: A street in Lower City Ninth District

Criminal Acts: Intentional injury, resisting arrest

Case Details: Liu Yi got into a verbal dispute with a group of hooligans while walking, after which both sides engaged in physical conflict. During the conflict, Liu Yi used violence to severely beat one hooligan, causing lower-body paralysis.

II. Case Details

Injury Assessment: The hooligan suffered bilateral femoral fractures accompanied by nerve damage, resulting in lower-body paralysis.

Criminal Tools: No specific weapon; used fists and feet to attack.

On-site Evidence: On-site photographs, witness testimony, victim statement.

Li Shang quickly scanned the five criminal records in the email attachments; at first glance, everything seemed routine and unremarkable — just ordinary criminal acts and corresponding arrests and imprisonment processes.

As for these five people's student status files, work histories, medical records, and other data, they also appeared utterly mundane, with no details worth raising suspicion.

Li Shang repeatedly scrutinized that criminal record several times, finally capturing two subtle anomalies.

First, from these data, these five people seem to have no connection whatsoever with the Green Wolf Gang — and that is the most unreasonable part.

Li Shang pondered: "Since the Green Wolf Gang has no connection with these five people, why would Ma Bin help them transfer prisons? Either Ma Bin is just doing someone a favor, or Ma Bin has some deeper, unknown connection with these five people?"

Second, the timing of these five people's imprisonment is abnormally concentrated, all falling between January and February of this year — this discovery aroused Li Shang's doubts.

He couldn't help but wonder: "If these five people don't know each other, then naturally there's no problem; but then everything becomes intriguing, as if they committed crimes in a planned collective manner and then collectively entered prison. What motive hides behind this, or is there something in the prison attracting them?"

And, as for whether these five people know each other, from the moment Ma Bin opened his mouth to ask, the answer was already obvious.

"How strange, why does Ma Bin want to arrange transfers for these five people, from No. 4 Prison to No. 2 Prison — hmm, is there some unknown treasure hidden in No. 2 Prison?"

Li Shang almost amused himself with his own absurd conjecture; he shook his head and turned off his phone.

It wasn't that he harbored malice toward Ma Bin; he simply took Chang Erbing's reminder to heart, wanting to understand a bit more about these "criminal accomplices" whose heads would be tied together from now on.

Of course, this matter isn't urgent; Li Shang merely noted it in his mind, planning to pay more attention to No. 2 Prison's movements when the opportunity arises later.

Li Shang closed his eyes to rest, thinking quietly in his heart: "Just a gang leader; even if he's hiding some secrets, how big could they be, hehe—"

At the same time, Jiumu Sihao Jianyu, Light Security Bureau.

In the spacious labor workshop, rows of tidy sewing machines stood quietly in formation; their needles flickered with cold light under the lamps.

Prisoners wore uniform prison uniforms, sitting before the sewing machines; their hands skillfully operated the machines, pressing the pedals, the sewing machines emitting rhythmic "click-clack" sounds, rising and falling in succession, like a heavy and monotonous symphony.

The prisoners' faces showed little expression; their gazes were mostly hollow and numb.

Their eyes would occasionally fall on the garments or fabric they were sewing, then return to the endless pedal-treading. With the pedals' up-and-down motion, their ankles trembled rhythmically, their whole bodies seeming to have fused into part of the machines.

At the workshop entrance, several prison guards in neat uniforms leaned against the wall; the high-voltage electric batons hanging at their waists flashed with a cold, sharp gleam.

They held cigarettes in their mouths, exhaling wisps of faint smoke, chatting leisurely with each other.

To one side, Yuan Dabiao in prison uniform stood there obsequiously, his body leaning slightly forward, his brow revealing a fawning air.

He racked his brain for those lame jokes, trying to amuse these few prison guards with humor. His efforts were not in vain; several hearty laughs echoed in the air.

"Alright, stop fooling around here and go supervise the work properly." One of the prison guards cut off the laughter, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness. "I'm telling you, the Zone Chief is very dissatisfied with last week's piecework quota for clothing."

He paused, a warning glinting in his eyes: "If you still fail to meet the standard this week, watch out—I'll strip you of your Team Leader position."

"Yes, guaranteed to complete the task!" Yuan Dabiao straightened his back, slapped his bald head with one hand, and gave a comical salute, which made the prison guards burst into cheerful laughter once again.

As the laughter faded, Yuan Dabiao turned around and quickly returned to the workshop.

The ingratiating expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a ferocious look full of flesh; under the light, his greasy, wrinkled forehead gleamed with a layer of oily murderous aura.

Yuan Dabiao walked to the sewing machine, grabbed a basket piled with a thin layer of clothes, and said viciously, "Lao Li, are you slacking off again? You've only made three pieces all morning—can this efficiency meet the standard?"

Lao Li raised his head, a barely concealed exhaustion flashing in his eyes, but his voice remained as calm as possible: "Brother Yuan, I'm old, my hands and feet aren't like young people's, I've already done my best."

Yuan Dabiao was unmoved; his eyes held only coldness and harshness: "Oh, your hands and feet aren't nimble anymore, let me see."

Before his words fell, Yuan Dabiao suddenly grabbed Lao Li's hand and ruthlessly pressed it under the sewing machine's needle.

The two prisoners behind reacted quickly, lunging from left and right to firmly press down on the desperately struggling Lao Li.

The sewing machine's treadle was crazily pumped under Yuan Dabiao's feet, emitting a dull and urgent sound.

Bang-clang, bang-clang—

The withered, wrinkled palm was ruthlessly pierced under the needle; a series of dense needle holes were shocking to behold, blood spattered everywhere, staining the sewing machine's table and the cloth beside it red.

"Hmm, let me see, indeed your hands and feet aren't nimble anymore."

Yuan Dabiao spoke coldly, with obvious disgust, and released Lao Li's hand.

Lao Li let out a series of shrill screams, but his hand still could not be pulled from the sewing machine, because a string of thread had already been sewn into his flesh; those threads, carrying blood, cruelly connected his hand to the machine.

Chen Ya, who was seriously treading the sewing machine beside them, was splashed with blood; he lightly wiped the bloodstains from his face, looked at the blood drops dripping onto the clothes, slightly frowned, and turned his head to look beside him.

Yuan Dabiao immediately glared, his face full of ferocity: "What are you looking at? Do you want to speak up for Lao Li?"

Chen Ya shook his head indifferently and said seriously, "Move gently, don't get my clothes dirty."

While speaking, Chen Ya continued to align the clothes with the needle with his hands, and rhythmically pressed the treadle with his feet, making a regular sound.

Pat!

Pat!

Pat...

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