Back in the cell, Bernie found Mu Yang.

"Alfred, we are Mexicans a few days ago, and a brother was stabbed to death by a white man. We have recently prepared an action and want to have sex with each other. Will you help us?" Bernie asked in a low voice.

"Is the other party very strong?" Mu Yang did not raise his eyes, but looked at the comic book in his hand.

"They have many people and their strength is indeed stronger than us, so we are going to join forces with the blacks and fight those whites together. Now we are gathering people, the more the better." Bernie said.

“Don’t Chinese people participate?”

"Those Chinese are all a group of cunning guys. They will only hide aside and watch the show. They will only take action unless there are Chinese people who are bullied." Bernie looked down on Chinese people in his tone.

Indeed, Chinese people like to clean up the snow in front of their doors wherever they go.

"How to deal with those policemen? If things get bigger, those policemen will shoot." Mu Yang asked.

"The prison guards will warn you before shooting. We stop when they hear the gunshots. It has happened many times before. As long as we don't attack the prison guards, they will not shoot directly."

It seems that these guys are very experienced.

"When are you going to start?" Mu Yang asked.

"The time has not been determined yet. Maybe four or five days, maybe one week, and you will take action after contacting." Bernie said.

"I can help, but you have to help me do something and find someone, but it must be kept confidential." Mu Yang made his request.

"Okay, no problem, you can rest assured about confidentiality." These guys live in cages, and everything they do is always under surveillance, so they have developed the habit of confidentiality.

Mu Yang told him about Zhou Yuzhi's situation, and then Bernie left.

As for Kane's side, Mu Yang thought it would be better to forget it. I guess the one with the most unrestrained mouth was those black people.

Time passed day by day, and it was the third day that Mu Yang released the news, but Bernie and Zhang Jun never replied to Mu Yang. Maybe the information had not come back yet, and Mu Yang was already a little anxious.

The situation in the 14th prison area has become increasingly strange. On the playground, whites, blacks, Mexicans, and Chinese are clearly distinguished, and no one can go to the other's territory. Even if they return to the gate of the cell, they will go their own way and no one will run around.

Mu Yang also knew what happened last time, because a Mexican boy was in a hurry to go to the toilet, so he ran to the white territory and was beaten to death by a group of white people. As for the hatred between the two sides, it can be traced back to the beginning of the establishment of this prison. Both sides had become enemies, and they felt a little undying.

This is also the reason why there is no white man in the cell where Mu Yang is located.

After the fourth day, he returned to the cell. Zhang Jun came to Mu Yang's bed and handed Mu Yang a cigarette. The two started chatting, but some topics that were very unnutritional. Mu Yang felt very strange at first, but when he saw Zhang Jun stuffing a roll of paper under Mu Yang's quilt, Mu Yang knew that Zhang Jun's message had been back.

After Zhang Jun left, Mu Yang lay on the bed. He picked up a book, then quietly placed the scroll of paper on the pages and slowly spread it out.

"The Second Prison Zone, the 245th Prison Zone."

There is only a simple line of words. But it is too important to Mu Yang. It seems that Chinese are more reliable. Those guys from the Mexican Gang have not given him any useful information yet.

The next day, while the wind was blowing, Mu Yang sat on the bench again. Zhang Jun sat next to him, and there was no one around.

“Is the news reliable?”

"Our people met the person named Zhou you mentioned and confirmed their identity, but the guy was locked in an independent cell and only showed up when he was eating and letting go, so it was very difficult to find."

"How is the other party's current situation?"

"I don't know, what I asked them to be to find someone and confirm their identity." Zhang Jun said.

"I'm very curious about how you convey information," Mu Yang asked.

Mu Yang was indeed curious that several prison areas were divided, and how did they pass this information to every place in the prison?

"There are many ways, as long as you can avoid the eyes of the prison guard."

"For example." Mu Yang asked in detail.

Zhang Jun thought about it and said, "For example, fishing method, use a fishing line to pass the paper over. For example, oral transmission, such as tapping on heating, walls and even barbed wire."

"Telecome!" Mu Yang asked in surprise.

"Yes." Zhang Jun replied affirmatively.

Mu Yang has to admire the wisdom of the people. This is the real version of underground work. It is possible to establish such an effective communication channel in the seventh prison in California, which is under heavy barriers. It seems that they have really fully utilized their wisdom.

Mu Yang also said in his heart that he was amazing.

A prison with strict management and a management system divided into pieces are connected into a whole by them in this most primitive method.

Mu Yang thought to himself that if these people use their brains to the right path, they will probably be able to do a lot of career. Hey, it seems that people's potential is forced out.

Bernie told Mu Yang that although everyone on the playground is normal, in fact, many people are carrying weapons. You can't search it because it's all hidden in the rectum and it doesn't affect all their daily life actions.

What a bunch of amazing guys.

Mu Yang thought maliciously, would they have to squat down and defecate before fighting, and then rush up with weapons?

Very ******* disgusting.

"Where is the second prison area? Is it very far away?" Mu Yang said.

“Not far, very close.”

"We are the 14th prison area. Are we not far from the 2nd prison area?"

"Because the prison area of ​​the Seventh Prison is not arranged according to numbers. The sixth Prison is to the west, and the second Prison is to the west, and it is only one prison area separated from us." Zhang Jun said.

"Thank you very much, Zhang Jun."

"You're welcome, it's not a big deal."

"By the way, why did you come in?" As things turned out, Mu Yang had the leisure to chat with the other party.

"Gang, guns, killing people. I am the head of a gang in San Francisco. There are white people selling white on my territory. We had a conflict. We killed more than a dozen people from each other, so I came in and betrayed 20 years in prison. I have only been in for two years. I really don't know if there is any possibility of going out in this life." Zhang Jun looked a little sad for a moment, as if he remembered his family.

"You don't sell drugs, what income do you mean?"

"Haha, there are actually many businesses that can make money, such as ingredients. San Francisco Chinatown is the place with the most Chinese in the United States and the place with the most Chinese restaurants. The high-end ingredients on our street are all provided by us, and they are not more expensive than restaurants to purchase themselves, and we can make money from it. This money is still legal."

Mu Yang really didn't expect that the gangster could still play like this.
Chapter completed!