The guard took Jiang Hao into the prison. Looking at the familiar environment, Jiang Hao thought to himself that this seemed to be his third time in prison.

He changed into an orange prison uniform and was then taken to a room. When he saw new people coming in, people in the room looked over.

This room is very large, similar to a small factory building, with hundreds of people wearing prison uniforms inside. This kind of large cell is also common in the United States. Mild criminals are generally detained in such large cell, double or single room, which is treated with extremely serious criminals.

The middle of the room was filled with double-layer double-story pavilions. Those people were either lying alone or standing together to chat. Their skin colors were different, including black, white and yellow. The guard pushed Jiang Hao into the room and left, and two black guys looked at each other.

"Another Asian came. What country do you think he is from?"

"You'll know if you try it." One of the guys laughed and walked towards Jiang Hao.

Others showed a look of watching the fun.

When Jiang Hao heard the conversation between these two guys, no matter what they wanted to do, he would definitely be fine, he would be nothing but bullying the newcomer.

"Hey boy~~"

The black man walked to Jiang Hao and just shouted, Jiang Hao looked at this guy with a sharp look, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

The black man said only half of his words, but when Jiang Hao looked at him, his heart felt like he was hit by a sledgehammer, and he felt a great sense of fear in his heart. He could no longer say the words afterwards. His feet took several steps back and sat on the ground.

"No, don't kill me, don't kill me~!"

The black man screamed and begged, his hands unconsciously blocking him, as if a devil was attacking him in front of him.

Others saw the black man’s reaction, some were surprised, and some laughed, “Costa, you won’t be frightened by an Asian boy, you’re so cowardly, hahahaha~~.”

Others laughed.

Jiang Hao looked up at the others, his eyes were cold and murderous intent. Everyone who looked at Jiang Hao seemed to be pointed at by a cold muzzle, a chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and everyone immediately closed their mouths and dared not smile anymore.

They now understand why Costa looks so cowardly. This guy's eyes are so scary. The look just now made everyone here feel that this guy is not easy to mess with. With such eyes, I don't know how many people I killed to raise him. Now no one dares to provoke him again.

Ignoring these boring guys, he walked to his bed. His bed was on the second floor. Jiang Hao leaped up and then lay on the bed.

Lying on the bed, I closed my eyes and pondered, what should I do next?

He was targeted and someone was targeting him.

It's certain that the mastermind behind it must be American Airlines, and as for the operator, McCossham is one of them.

What should I do now? It is very easy for him to escape from prison, but his identity will become a wanted criminal in the United States next.

Are you going to become a criminal again?

There is no task in this world that collects sin values. He wants to be a good person, but now it seems that reality does not allow him to be a good person.

Suddenly, Jiang Hao thought again, was it the God of Death who came here? Is Death going to give him a prison attack?

If Jiang Hao was just facing people, he was not afraid of those scumbags, and he had never seen any vicious people.

Then wait a moment, don't worry, see what arrangements are there for Death. If he really wants to send himself on the plane back home, he doesn't mind killing a few people. He doesn't have much resistance to being a wanted criminal, anyway, it's not that he hasn't done it.

Jiang Hao doesn’t want to return to China and must not harm his compatriots. This love must be left on the land of America.

......

The next day,

Agent McCoshen went to work and came to his office. After drinking a cup of coffee, he was preparing to work. He accidentally saw a file bag on the desktop. He remembered that this was the transcript of the Chinese boy he caught yesterday.

"Haha, a Chinese student can get out of America at will. American Airlines is actually willing to spend a lot of money to deal with him. He easily earned $50,000 from this kid."

Yesterday, Jer said that if he had to be imprisoned for a few more days, he would be imprisoned for 15 days, which would be enough for the international student to suffer.

You should know that Phoenix does not have a special immigration detention center, and there are not many immigration cases involved in it. Therefore, when encountering such cases, they are usually imprisoned in prison. Yes, it is Phoenix Prison. However, because of Jiang Hao's crime, they must be detained in the room of a mild offender.

There are no good people in the prison. If that Chinese boy enters, they will definitely be dealt with. I wonder if he will hide in the corner and cry.

He was about to put the file into the drawer, but suddenly stopped again. He remembered something. When he was inquiring about the information of this Chinese student, he seemed to see this guy charged a fee for CNN TV a few days ago.

180,000, 180,000, this is not a small amount of money.

Only a few days have passed, and he doesn't believe that this guy named Jiang Hao has spent all his money. He must have a lot of money on him. He guessed that there would be at least 100,000, or even 150,000.

McCorshen pinched the file and narrowed his eyes. He was a greedy guy. He had the idea of ​​Jiang Hao's money. That Chinese boy would definitely be kicked out of the United States. As long as he was scared, he would definitely be frightened.

Or tell a small lie and say that you can help him get rid of his sins and let him stay in the United States. Haha, I'm afraid that the little guy will give the money to his hands obediently.

"Ba~~!"

The file bag hit the hand and made a crisp sound. McCoshen did not hesitate and walked out of the room with Jiang Hao's file. Seeing other police officers outside, he told them that he went out to handle the case and left the FBI branch.

After driving his own car, McCoshen came to the prison again and took out his ID to register and enter. He was about to interrogate Jiang Hao. He was the organizer of Jiang Hao's case and had this right.

One night passed, Jiang Hao was fully practicing the spiritual power of the Dantian. This feeling of fulfillment was very comfortable. Since he had practiced the exercises, Jiang Hao was no longer afraid of a lonely environment. He could use this period of time to practice continuously.

"Chinese boy, the organizer of your case will interrogate you." A guard walked in and said to Jiang Hao.

Isn't that McCoshen the organizer of the case? The guard took out his handcuffs and took it to Jiang Hao, took it through several corridors, and came to an interrogation room. McCoshen was already waiting there.

Jiang Hao was locked on the interrogation chair. McCoshen turned around Jiang Hao twice, turned to the guard and said, "I want to ask him a few questions independently."

After the guards quit, McCorshen approached Jiang Hao and whispered: "Your situation is very serious. If you are deported, you will be listed on the customs' list of non-entry. You will never be able to set foot on the American land again. I know you will graduate in a few months, and now your studies will be completely finished."

After hearing these words, Jiang Hao knew that McCor Sean must have something to say. After a change of mind, he showed a little sadness and anger on his face, and said, "I was wronged by you, and I did not make any mistakes at all."

McCorshen shook his head, "Young man, if you have this attitude, then the worst will await you."

Jiang Hao hesitated for a moment, showed a lack of experience in the world, and asked, "What do you mean, I have a better attitude, so how can I have room for improvement in my case?"

"Of course there is." McCoshen smiled.

Jiang Hao's expression became anxious, "What should I do?"

McCoshen didn't say anything, but looked at the camera in the corner of the room. He walked over and gestured to the camera. It didn't take long, and the red dot on the camera was gone. Then someone pushed the door in at the door, and the guard said, "Sir McCoshen, the monitoring room said that the surveillance and recorder in this room were broken and under maintenance, which took about an hour."

McCorshawn nodded and guarded out.

Jiang Haoxin said that this is their usual means of torture and punishing prisoners.

McCoshen walked to Jiang Hao, approached him and said, "I am your case organizer. I can help you with some money."

"How many?"

“$180,000.”

Jiang Hao felt aroused in his heart, looked at McCo Sean and asked, "You know that I received $180,000 in CNN, so I would have so much."

"You are very smart. Do you choose to stay in America, continue to complete your studies, have a wonderful life in the future, or lose the things you worked hard for 20 years for that amount of money. I think you should know how to choose." McCorshawn whispered.

Jiang Hao nodded, "I think I know how to choose!"

McCoshen smiled on his face. It was not too easy to scare such a little guy, coax him and hand over the money obediently.

"Where is the money?"

“In my bank card.”

"What is the password?"

"Well, it's a bit long, I'll write it to you."

Without doubting that with him, McCoshen took out his notepad and approached Jiang Hao. At this moment, Jiang Hao's hands with handcuffs shook slightly, and with a thud, the handcuffs fell to the ground. McCoshen's eyes widened and he subconsciously went to pull out the gun, but before his hand could touch the gun, a silver needle appeared on Jiang Hao's hand, which accurately inserted into a hole on McCoshen's neck.

McCorshen was shocked because he found that he could not move at all, and his eyes showed a look of horror. What was the situation and how the other party controlled his body.

At this time, Jiang Hao took out a wire slowly and poked it on the interrogation chair. The lock opened with a click. Jiang Hao walked down and turned around the fat McCorshawn twice, leaned over to him and whispered: "Thank you for making my choice. It seems that I am really not suitable to be a good person."

McCo Sean was unclear about Jiang Hao's words, but at this moment he was more afraid in his heart, not knowing what this Chinese boy would do next.
Chapter completed!