Chapter 160: Prison Storm of the Destiny Squad
File number: Axx233-0127
Name: Dong Xu
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Citizen Level: Blank Citizen
Occupation: Repeat theft offender
Criminal record:
1. Overview of the case
Date: January 27, 233, New Era
Location: Rongyuan Commercial Plaza, Xiacheng District 9
Criminal behavior: theft, assault
Case history: Dong Xu stole a valuable diamond ring from a jewelry store in a commercial district. After being discovered by security guards, he committed murder and injured others.
2. Case details
Tools of crime: gloves, masks, special hooks
On-site evidence: On-site photography and evidence collection, jewelry store employee statements, eyewitness testimony
Damage assessment: The stolen diamond ring is worth 1.2 million yuan
3. Follow-up processing
·Resisting arrest: After the incident, Dong Xu tried to resist arrest when fleeing the scene, but was successfully subdued by the efforts of the patrol room.
Court ruling: According to the relevant provisions of the "Xiacheng Ninth District Criminal Cases", the court ruled that Dong Xu was guilty of theft and intentional injury, and was sentenced to nine years in prison for several crimes.
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File number: Axx233-0129
Name: Liu Yi
Gender: Male
Age: 40 years old
Citizen Level: Blank Citizen
Occupation: Security guard at a chemical factory in District 9 (fired and resigned)
Criminal record:
1. Overview of the case
Date: January 29, 233, New Era
Location: A street in Xiacheng District 9
Criminal behavior: intentional injury, resisting arrest
Case history: Liu Yi had a verbal dispute with a group of gangsters while walking, and then the two parties had a physical conflict. During the conflict, Liu Yi used violence and beat a gangster seriously, causing paralysis of his lower limbs.
2. Case details
Injury assessment: The gangster suffered fractures on both femurs, accompanied by nerve damage, resulting in paralysis of the lower limbs.
Tools of crime: No specific weapons, attacks with fists and feet.
On-site evidence: on-site photos, eyewitness testimonies, injured statements.
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Li Shan quickly scanned the five criminal records in the email attachment. At first glance, everything seemed to be normal and nothing unusual. They were just ordinary criminal behaviors and the corresponding arrest and sentence processes.
As for the student status files, professional resumes, health records and other information of these five people, they all appear to be ordinary, without any details that should cause doubts.
Li Shan reviewed the criminal record several times and finally caught two subtle anomalies.
Firstly, judging from this information, there seems to be no connection between these five people and the Green Wolf Gang. This is the most unreasonable thing.
Li Shan thought in his mind: "Since the Green Wolf Gang has nothing to do with these five people, why did Ma Bin help them transfer to prison? Either Ma Bin was just helping others, or there was some kind of deeper relationship between Ma Bin and these five people." A deep, unknown connection?”
The second point is that the time when these five people were imprisoned was unusually concentrated, all between January and February of this year. This discovery made Li Chang suspicious.
He couldn't help but wonder: "If these five people don't know each other, there will be no problem. Then all this will become intriguing, as if they committed a collective crime in a planned way and were imprisoned collectively. What is the motive behind this? "What's attracting them in prison?"
As for whether these five people knew each other, the answer became obvious from the moment Ma Bin asked.
"It's strange. Why did Ma Bin want to transfer these five people from Prison No. 4 to Prison No. 2? Well, is there an unknown treasure hidden in Prison No. 2?"
Li Shan was almost amused by his absurd conjecture. He shook his head and turned off his phone.
It wasn't that he had any ill intentions towards Ma Bin, he just listened to Chang Erbing's reminder and wanted to know more about the "criminal associates" whose heads would be tied together in the future.
Of course, there was no rush on this matter. Li Shan just kept it in mind and planned to pay more attention to the developments in Prison No. 2 when he had the opportunity in the future.
Li Shan closed his eyes to rest, and thought quietly in his heart: "He is just a gang leader, how big can he be even if he hides some secrets, haha——"
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At the same time, Prison No. 4 in District 9, light prison area.
In the spacious labor workshop, neat rows of sewing machines are lined up quietly, their needles shining coldly under the light.
The prisoners were dressed in uniform uniforms and sat in front of the sewing machines. Their hands skillfully operated the machines and stepped on the pedals. The sewing machines made regular "click-click" sounds, one after another, like a heavy and monotonous symphony.
There were not many expressions on the faces of the prisoners, and their eyes were mostly empty and numb.
Their eyes would occasionally fall on the garment or fabric they were sewing, and then they would return to their endless pedaling. As the pedals moved up and down, their ankles vibrated rhythmically, and their entire bodies seemed to be integrated into the machine.
At the door of the workshop, several prison guards in neat uniforms stood against the wall, with high-voltage electric batons hanging from their waists shining with a cold sheen.
They held cigarettes in their mouths, puffed out light smoke, and exchanged small talk with each other easily.
On the side, Yuan Dabiao, who was wearing prison uniform, stood there groveling, his body slightly leaning forward, and his brows showing a sign of ingratiation.
He searched hard for lame jokes and tried to entertain the guards with humor. His efforts were not in vain, and several hearty laughter echoed in the air.
"Okay, stop joking here and go supervise seriously." One of the prison guards interrupted the laughter, with a hint of seriousness in his tone, "I tell you, the warden was very dissatisfied with the number of clothes piecework last week."
He paused, and a warning flashed in his eyes: "If you still can't meet the standards this week, be careful that I will remove your position as team leader."
"Yes, I promise to complete the task!" Yuan Dabiao straightened his back, put one hand on his bald forehead, and saluted in a funny way. The look couldn't help but make the prison guards burst into laughter again.
With the lingering laughter, Yuan Dabiao turned around and hurried back to the workshop.
The flattering expression on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a ferocious face full of flesh, and the fat and wrinkled forehead glowed with a greasy fierce light under the light.
Yuan Dabiao walked to the sewing machine and grabbed the thin layer of clothes in the basket, saying in a fierce voice: "Old man Li, are you lazy again? You only made three pieces in the morning. Is this efficiency up to standard?"
Old man Li raised his head, and a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes that was difficult to conceal, but his voice was as calm as possible: "Brother Yuan, I am old, my hands and feet are not as good as those of young people, I have tried my best."
Yuan Dabiao was unmoved, and there was only coldness and harshness in his eyes: "Oh, your hands and feet are not smooth, let me see."
Before he finished speaking, Yuan Dabiao suddenly grabbed Old Man Li's hand and pressed it hard under the needle of the sewing machine.
The two prisoners behind reacted quickly, rushing over from the left and right, and holding down Old Man Li who was struggling desperately.
The pedal of the sewing machine was madly stepped on under Yuan Dabiao's feet, making a dull and rapid sound.
Clang, clang, clang——
The dry and wrinkled palm was pierced mercilessly by the needle, and the dense needle holes were shocking. Blood splashed everywhere, staining the sewing machine table and the cloth beside it red.
"Well, let me see, it's true that your hands and feet are not working properly."
Yuan Dabiao said in a cold tone, with obvious disgust, and loosened his hand holding Old Man Li.
Old Man Li let out a series of shrill screams, but he still couldn't pull his hand out of the sewing machine, because a bunch of threads had been sewn into his flesh, and those threads were bloody, cruelly connecting his hand to the machine.
Chen Ya, who was stepping on the sewing machine seriously, had blood on his face. He gently wiped the blood stains on his face. He looked at the blood drops that splashed on his clothes, frowned slightly, and turned his head to look to the side.
Yuan Dabiao immediately glared, his face full of ferocity: "What are you looking at? Do you want to stand up for old man Li?"
Chen Ya shook his head indifferently and said seriously: "Be gentle, don't dirty my clothes."
While talking, Chen Ya continued to align the clothes with the needle with his hands, and stepped on the pedal very rhythmically, making a regular sound.
Click!
Click!
Click...