Mu Yang's case, well, it was Alfred Lomas' case, which was actually very simple, robbery and illegal possession of a gun. Mu Yang stayed in the police station for two days, and then met a lawyer assigned by the police. The case was very simple. Mu Yang pleaded guilty and was soon sentenced to one year and three months, serving his sentence in St. Quentin Prison, California.

St. Quentin Prison, this is not the place Mu Yang wants to go.

Muyang was carried to St. Quentin Prison by the prison car with an iron fence. Through the thick iron gate, the four-meter-high wall was surrounded by circles of barbed wire. The car heard a building entering the entrance.

Four people were brought over by Mu Yang at the same time. Five of them were taken into the physical examination room. A group of police officers stood beside him. One of the guys said: "You guys took off all your clothes and then checked their bodies."

All the other four people took off their clothes by themselves, but Mu Yang did not move.

The middle-aged white policeman who gave the order walked up to Mu Yang. The fat on his fat face was about to drip out. He looked like he was full of fat. He shouted loudly at Mu Yang: "Don't you understand what I said, you are a deaf person? You are the one who raises a deaf person. When you go to prison, you will know who you should listen to. If you are ignorant, I don't mind using the baton in your hand to stab it into your asshole."

The saliva from the fat policeman's mouth sprayed on Mu Yang's face.

Mu Yang stared at him coldly, then squeezed a cold smile from the corner of his mouth. The white middle-aged policeman felt that something was going to be a bad thing. He only felt a fist hit him in the ribs, and then he bent down and fell to the ground.

The police didn't expect this scene to happen, and were caught off guard. They all took out their pistols and pointed them at Mu Yang.

"Fake, bastard. lean against the wall or I'll blow your head."

The four guys who were already naked quickly hugged their heads and squatted on the ground. It can be seen that they were definitely guys who knew the rules and had been in prison several times. They should be regular customers here.

Mu Yang slowly raised his hand and lay on the wall, not resisting, he felt that it was enough.

Two policemen stepped forward and handcuffed Mu Yang again. Someone came forward to check the white middle-aged policeman's condition, but the guy looked in a bad situation.

After inspection, the white middle-aged policeman broke three ribs and was probably going to lie on the bed for several months. Mu Yang was sent back to the temporary detention center again, waiting for the second verdict.

This time the judge did not hold back. Given that Mu Yang was violently injured and was assigned to the ranks of severely violent elements, Mu Yang was sentenced to four years in prison, plus the last sentence. The total was five years and three months. This time, Mu Yang was assigned to the famous California Seventh Prison as he wished.

It is definitely not an exaggeration to say that the Seventh Prison in California is famous. Because it is the largest prison in the United States and even the world, it imprisons a total of 175,000 prisoners.

Yes, you read that right. 175,000 people are definitely a terrifying number.

Everyone knows that too many prisoners are managed in a prison, which is definitely a headache. Therefore, even in China, the world's largest population, prisons with more than 10,000 people are rare. The Seventh Prison in California has this strength.

Therefore, California's Seventh Prison has also become the most imprisoned prison in the world.

Mu Yang was pulled by the prison car again and entered this prison as big as a town. The walls here are taller and thicker, the barbed wire on them is denser, and a high-voltage power grid is also pulled, and surveillance cameras can be seen everywhere.

Due to too many people, this place was divided into many areas. The next thing that Mu Yang had to worry about was how to find Zhou Yuzhi among so many people.

Walking through the corridor, several prisoners sent with Mu Yang were taken to a room. It seemed that they still needed a physical examination. This time Mu Yang obediently took off his clothes, revealing his fat black flesh and fancy tattoos on it.

Taking photos, physical examinations, taking a bath, cutting hair, receiving prison uniforms and daily necessities, Mu Yang held his own things, walked through iron doors and was taken to a large room.

The policeman who came with Mu Yang opened the prison door and shouted to Mu Yang: "Go in quickly, your bed is on 32 beds. Boy, remember, don't cause trouble here. This is not St. Quentin Prison. If you cause trouble, I don't mind letting you taste the confinement room."

After Mu Yang walked into the room, the prison guard locked the door and returned to the prison duty room, and then said to another prison guard who was looking at the surveillance camera: "Jack, that kid has been sent over."

"Frank, you are so bad. The 19th Criminal is a famous chaotic cell. You even divided his bed into the black area. Do you think he can survive tonight?"

"I want him to know the rules of the Seventh Prison in California, otherwise he would think that all the prison guards in the United States are like those in the St. Quentin Prison. We must let him know the consequences of beating the prison guards." Frank said, looking at the cell in Muyang in the surveillance monitor.

"Would you like to bet on whether he can spend it safely tonight?" Jack said.

"I think it's more appropriate to bet on what he's beaten up." Frank said.

"Okay, I'll pay $20, I bet he cut off five or less bones."

"I bet he broke more than five bones."

"The deal is done, there is a show tonight. Look, that boy walked to the black area."

Mu Yang raised his legs and walked into the cell, and the iron door behind him was closed with a slam.

This is really a big room with fifty or sixty beds inside, and it is a high and low bed. There are nearly a hundred people living in this room.

Mu Yang thought to himself, aren’t American prisons all double rooms? How did they change to this large size?

When newcomers came in, everyone looked at Mu Yang and looked at him one by one. If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely be timid in this indifferent and scrutinized gaze. A few niggers were provocatively picking at Mu Yang.

Mu Yang walked to his bed, a nigger jumped from above, stood in front of Mu Yang and said, "Boy, I like to sleep alone. If you don't want to be beaten, go to other places."

"Don't you just beat me and the prison guard?" Mu Yang said slowly.

Many people in the room laughed.

"Boy, don't you dare to enter the house without seeing the prison guard? Do you think those timid prison guards are in charge of these trivial matters?"

"Then I understand." After Mu Yang said that, he put the bed sheets, pillows and debris in his hand on the bed.
Chapter completed!