Chapter 2892

In order to satisfy Ye Chen as quickly as possible, all fifteen prisoners who were still able to move began a deep cleaning at the first opportunity. They threw all the bedding that hadn't been changed in a long time into the bathroom, left a few people specifically responsible for washing, and the rest began to clean every corner of the room with all their might.

As for those who were injured, as long as they could still move, they also gave their all to participate. Those with broken legs sat on the floor and scrubbed the lower half of the walls, while those with broken hands stepped on towels and kept scrubbing the floor back and forth.

Thanks to the large number of people and the small area, it didn't take long for the group of cellmates to clean the room until it was spotless.

None of the fifteen prisoners had ever imagined that this prison cell would one day be cleaner than a five-star hotel.

They knew that if Ye Chen was even slightly dissatisfied with the hygiene, they would not be able to avoid a physical beating.

Moreover, the physical beating Ye Chen gave was truly painful!

The floor, which originally had shoes sticking to it when walking, was now as bright as new, and one even needed to be extra careful to avoid slipping.

However, the body odor and smell of smoke in the room had been there for a long time, and it would be difficult to remove for a while.

So Ye Chen temporarily added another rule: no one is allowed to smoke in the cell or the bathroom, otherwise they will be slapped one hundred times.

Although these prisoners all had severe nicotine addictions, they didn't dare to say a single word of opposition at this moment.

At 5:30 PM, it was time for dinner.

The prison guard came to take a headcount. Seeing the injured Dean, his expression was extremely shocked. Just as he was about to ask for the reason, he saw several other prisoners with broken hands and feet, and his heart was even more shocked.

Looking at the newcomer Ye Chen, who was calm and composed, without a single scratch on him, he guessed that all of this was Ye Chen's doing.

However, he did not ask about this matter. He understood the rules of Brooklyn Prison better than the prisoners. Prisoners here do not bother the guards unless necessary, and the guards here do not ask about internal prisoner affairs unless necessary.

The prison implements three principles from top to bottom: first, do not resist; second, do not let anyone die; third, do not escape.

In other words, as long as the prisoners do not attack the guards, are still in the prison, and are not dead, everything else has nothing to do with them.

As for the conflicts and fights between prison areas, between cells, or within cells, they have always turned a blind eye.

Now that these injured people did not ask for medical treatment, it meant that they themselves did not want the prison to intervene, so the guard was too lazy to even ask. He just thought about letting these prisoners line up to go to the prison cafeteria after counting the heads.

However, when he saw John Lawrence's face swollen into a pig's head, he couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Father, what happened to you?"

John Lawrence shivered all over when he heard the word "Father" and hurriedly said: "I am not a Father! I have long since lost my clerical position!"

In fact, John Lawrence used to enjoy being called Father by the prisoners.

After all, although many prisoners were wicked, they still had religious beliefs in their hearts. Being able to meet a Father who was also a fellow prisoner in prison, even if they knew this guy's past was not glorious, everyone would give him some face.

But John Lawrence knew that it was precisely because he used to be a Father that Ye Chen was particularly unhappy with him. Thinking about one hundred slaps a day in the future made him feel like life was meaningless.

So, he subconsciously asked the guard in a low voice: "Can you help me change to another cell? I'm not quite used to staying in this cell..."

As soon as John Lawrence said this, all the prisoners except Ye Chen looked at him in surprise.

The rule of Brooklyn Prison is that internal affairs are handled internally. Whoever asks the prison guards for help has broken the rules of the entire Brooklyn Prison.

Therefore, they couldn't understand why John Lawrence suddenly asked the guard for help. Could finding the guard escape Ye Chen's threat?

The guard was also a bit surprised and said: "Father, changing cells is very simple, but prisoners who ask the guard to change cells will not be welcomed in other cells. Such things have happened before. Prisoners asked to change cells, but ended up with no cell willing to take him. After changing around and getting beaten around, he could only return to the original cell, so I suggest you'd better not change."

John Lawrence was suddenly in tears. He also knew the rules of the prison. The reason he impulsively proposed to change cells was because he was really afraid of Ye Chen. But after thinking carefully, what the guard said was not unreasonable. The prisoners in this prison don't like people who break the rules. Even if he changed cells, he would definitely be the unwelcome one.

Thinking of this, he could only say with tears: "I was just joking with you just now. I won't change, I won't change even if I'm beaten to death..."

The guard patted him on the shoulder and then said to everyone: "Everyone, leave the cell and go to the cafeteria."

At the order, the group lined up and walked out of the cell, heading to the cafeteria with prisoners from other cells.

Along the way, Ye Chen kept paying attention to the other prisoners around him, hoping to see Zhou Peter here, but he never found Zhou Peter's figure. Along the way, he saw many prisoners also heading to the cafeteria. They had different skin colors and a wide age gap, but it could be seen that in Brooklyn Prison, gang members with tattoos and strong muscles accounted for about half.

And Ye Chen also found that many prisoners had physical injuries on their faces and bodies, and some were wearing bandages or using crutches, which looked like they had been beaten by others. No wonder the guard didn't care when he saw several people injured in his cell.

The cafeteria of Brooklyn Prison is very large and can accommodate one or two thousand prisoners to dine here at the same time.

After the guard brought everyone into the cafeteria, he immediately retreated outside the iron gate, and then the place was handed over to the prisoners for self-governance.

The prisoners are the ones eating, and the prisoners are also responsible for serving food to all prisoners.

When lining up for food, Dean told Ye Chen: "Sir, you can't just sit anywhere when dining here. Almost every area has fixed users. The seats by the window on the south side are almost divided by the bosses of the two prison areas and their younger brothers. Like us, we can only sit by the window on the north side. Although it doesn't get sunlight there, the view is not bad."

Ye Chen asked him: "Do you have a boss in Brooklyn Prison?"

Dean shook his head and replied: "The boss of the first area is Gustavo Sanchez. He doesn't look down on us small thugs at all, and he doesn't allow us to get too close to the boss of the second area, so we don't dare to follow other bosses. Otherwise, I would definitely follow the boss of the second area. After all, he is originally from a New York gang and is our senior."

Ye Chen asked curiously: "Since that Gustavo Sanchez doesn't look down on you, why doesn't he let you follow other bosses?"

Dean said: "Gustavo Sanchez has too many enemies. It is said that when he was developing in Mexico, he killed at least thousands of people directly and indirectly, many of whom were government officials there. Just in Mexico, the number of people who want to take revenge on him is countless, so he pays great attention to his personal safety in prison. Anyone forming gangs in the first area is a certain threat to him, so once he finds someone forming gangs in the first area, especially teaming up with people from the second area, he will issue a death ultimatum. This guy has his own armed force in Mexico. Whoever provokes him, he will kill his whole family. We can't afford to provoke him."

Ye Chen nodded. At this time, Dean looked at the entrance of the first area and whispered to Ye Chen: "Sanchez is here!"

Ye Chen looked in the direction of his gaze and saw several brown-skinned Mexicans walking in the front, rudely pushing people on both sides away. Then, a middle-aged man about 1.65 meters tall, short and fat, walked out expressionlessly. Behind him, there were several brown-skinned bodyguards.

Dean said to Ye Chen: "The people around Sanchez are all experts he carefully selected from his own armed forces, specifically brought in to protect him."

Ye Chen didn't care about this Sanchez. He had also come into contact with criminal groups in Mexico. Overall, there was no essential difference from criminal groups around the world, except that they were more brutal and had no bottom line than most criminal groups.

Back in Mexico, Ye Chen once uprooted an entire criminal group. Although these lawless militants had brutal methods, their combat effectiveness was actually not strong. They just had an overwhelming advantage over ordinary civilians. In front of the Wanlong Palace, they were not worth looking at.

And Ye Chen didn't come to Brooklyn Prison to punish evil and promote good this time. He just wanted to find that Zhou Liangyun from the Jiqing Hall, which was the Zhou Peter in his father's old photo. As for who was the boss of this prison, he didn't care.

So, he asked Dean: "Is the know-it-all Lucas here?"

Dean searched everywhere for a long time and pointed to a thin and small young man in the crowd not far away: "That's Lucas."

At this time, Lucas had just walked into the cafeteria, lining up for food behind Ye Chen, while whispering to the prisoners around him.

Ye Chen remembered Lucas's appearance, ready to find an opportunity to chat with him in a while.

And at this time, Sanchez and his dozen people had already sat down by one of the largest windows on the south side. Sanchez himself sat at a six-person table by the window, while the others sat at the empty tables around him in a semicircle.

Just as Ye Chen was curious why no one went to get food, several prison guards and a man in a chef's uniform pushed a dining car in. Although the dining car was covered with stainless steel lids, the strong aroma inside still made many prisoners swallow their saliva secretly.

The dining car was pushed directly to Sanchez's side. His men immediately stepped forward to open the lids to check. Inside were many exquisite meals, including bread, salad, cold-cut Spanish ham, French snail soup, and even more outrageous, a piece of medium-rare top-grade steak and a bottle of Romanee-Conti red wine.

Ye Chen was surprised. He didn't expect that the prison in the United States would so openly engage in privileges. Sanchez's dinner was simply a Michelin three-star French meal.

At this time, Sanchez's men began to serve the food and place it in front of Sanchez. A younger brother skillfully opened the Romanee-Conti red wine, took out a decanter and a red wine glass from the second layer of the dining car, and poured the red wine into it.

Seeing Dean drooling at the other party's meal, Ye Chen couldn't help asking him: "Is this Sanchez always so high-profile in prison?"

"Yes..." The wound in Dean's mouth was stung by saliva. He endured the pain and said to Ye Chen: "From the day Sanchez came in, he has had this style. And that chef was brought by him from Mexico. It is said that a part of the prison kitchen is specifically used by his chef. His three meals a day are all handled by his chef."

As he spoke, Dean said with envy: "Brooklyn Prison is a federal prison. Federal prisons do not have the opportunity for husband and wife visits, but Sanchez has privileges. He has three hours of husband and wife meetings three times a week. It is said that his men outside will send some beauties of different styles in every time for him to enjoy..."

Seeing his envy, Ye Chen asked curiously: "Why are you still so envious? Aren't you gay?"

Dean said with a sad face: "Sir... if I had the chance to touch a woman, I wouldn't be gay... I was forced to do this. If someone sent me three beauties every week, I wouldn't be gay even if I was beaten to death..."

Ye Chen smiled slightly and didn't speak again. He had been paying attention to the surrounding environment. People from the first and second prison areas were almost all there, but he still hadn't seen Zhou Peter.

After getting a meal, he didn't go to the fixed area to dine with Dean and the others, but walked to the vicinity of the queue behind, and said to Lucas: "Lucas, right? I'm Andrew's friend. He asked me to come in and find you, saying that you can take care of me if there is anything."

When Lucas heard Andrew's name, he hurriedly pointed to a table in the corner and said to Ye Chen: "Buddy, wait for me at that table, I'll be there in a while."

Ye Chen nodded, took the tray, and came to the corner.

In Brooklyn Prison, all prisoners like to join in the fun, and very few people like to sit in the corner, so there were no other prisoners around Ye Chen.

A few minutes later, Lucas walked over with a tray, sat opposite Ye Chen, and asked in a low voice: "What do you need my help with?"

While eating, Ye Chen lowered his voice and said: "I heard that a Chinese-American named Zhou Peter was locked up here a few months ago. Have you received any news?"

"Zhou Peter?" Lucas thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "Never heard of this person. Are you sure he was locked up here?"

Ye Chen nodded: "Sure, the source of the news is very reliable, there shouldn't be any mistake."

"Strange..." Lucas said seriously: "I really have never heard of the Zhou Peter you mentioned. And I have a list of new prisoners there. I organize and update it every day, but I haven't seen this name."

Ye Chen asked him: "Could he be held alone in some location in this prison?"

Lucas thought for a while and said seriously: "I can't guarantee this to you. Since you were introduced by Andrew, I can't hide anything from you. To tell you the truth, although Brooklyn Prison is a federal prison on the surface, the actual controller is the Rothschild family."

As he spoke, he looked at Sanchez, who was leisurely cutting steak and drinking red wine in the distance, and said to Ye Chen: "Look at that person, the big drug lord Gustavo Sanchez. He can eat steak and drink red wine here, not only because he is rich and powerful, but also because he has a partnership with the Rothschild family!"