Samira seemed to be worried as he followed Zhang Tie and the squad of soldiers out of the west city gate. Seeing that the squad of soldiers and the warden of the prison had completed the handover procedure, he let out a sigh of relief and revealed a smile.
When Zhang Tie arrived, he was still free. However, at the handover procedure, he was put on a pair of handcuffs and anklets by the prison guards.
The ice-cold iron chains on his anklets clattered as they dragged on the ground. Additionally, they rubbed against Zhang Tie's anklets, causing his ankles to feel uncomfortable. With the anklets and handcuffs, Zhang Tie suddenly had an additional 20 kg weight on his body.
It seemed that the prison of Blackhot City had not changed much after the end of the rule of the Coal, Steel, and Iron Federation, at least in this prison. Zhang Tie found that the prison guards were still wearing the same uniforms as before.
"How long do I have to stay here?" Zhang Tie asked the first sergeant of the Norman Empire who had brought him here.
"Three days. After all the cases in front of you have been tried, the Military Administration will arrange a military court to try your case!" the leading first sergeant answered patiently.
After that, Zhang Tie was pushed into the high wall of the prison of Blackhot City. Looking back, Zhang Tie saw Samira sneering at him. From Samira's smile, Zhang Tie could see the complacency and certainty of revenge.
The trial would not start until at least three days later. How could Samira show such a smile now? Zhang Tie couldn't figure it out. However, his heart slightly sank.
...
"What does this person do?" After walking through the cold high walls of the prison's iron gate. Zhang Tie saw a 40-odd middle-aged man in a dark red military uniform of the Norman Empire with the rank of captain standing on the stairs of a tower at the entrance of the iron gate of the prison and asking those wardens who had escorted him in. The wardens of the prison remained unchanged, but some soldiers in military uniforms of the Norman Empire appeared in the prison. These people were the masters of the entire prison.
"This man is accused of being hostile to the Norman Empire and is a potential danger. It is estimated that he will be arraigned by the military court of the Military Administration in three days!" The prison guards who escorted Zhang Tie into the prison said as they handed a handover document to the man in a very respectful manner.
"He's accused of being hostile to the great Norman Empire? Are you one of those hot-blooded youths who still miss the rule of the Andaman Alliance? " The middle-aged man glanced over Zhang Tie gloomily as he revealed a faint smile at his mouth corners. Then, he calmly ordered, "Take him to the biggest room on the third floor and lock him up with the other prisoners!"
"Yes!"
…
The roads in the prison were like the maze in the maze games that Zhang Tie had played before. On both sides of the 2-m wide narrow passageway, there were high walls higher than 10 m, which were covered with barbed wires. Towering towers and towers? The watchtower was connected to the high wall, like a small fortress, and the entire prison was tightly guarded.
The entire prison was located in the downwind region of the industrial area of Blackhot City. Each breath of air in the prison seemed to carry the smell of coal ash. Nobody was allowed to relax in the prison, not even a place to relax. The entire prison was like a piece of rock that had been abandoned here for decades, inexplicably making people feel a little cold.
After walking less than 100 m inside, Zhang Tie had already passed through three iron gates. Each iron gate was guarded by someone. After passing through each iron gate, the light became even darker, and the turbid smell in the air became even more pungent.
Zhang Tie's anklets dragged on the cold concrete floor. Along with Zhang Tie's footsteps, the entire maze-like passageway reverberated with this sound.
When Zhang Tie was pushed into the underground passageway, which required a steam lamp on the wall for him to see clearly, Zhang Tie realized that the three floors mentioned by the middle-aged man were not the three floors above the ground, but the three floors below the ground.
"What crime did this little guy commit?" At the corner in front of Zhang Tie was a grey-haired old man who was guarding an iron gate. He was over 60 years old. At the sight of Zhang Tie being pushed in, he took out his key to open the door and asked the prison guards who were escorting Zhang Tie.
"He was accused of being hostile to the Norman Empire and a potential saboteur. Captain Eugen asked us to lock him in the club on the third floor!"
Hearing this, the old man didn't speak anymore. He just threw a sympathetic glance at Zhang Tie before opening the iron gate. When Zhang Tie was escorted away, the old man drew a cross in front of his chest.
Zhang Tie passed through three iron gates and completed an S-shaped downward passageway for a long time. Finally, he arrived at the third floor below the basement of the Blackhot City Prison.
Walking in the dark underground passageway, Zhang Tie's anklets sounded even louder. The stench in the air was almost suffocating. On both sides of the passageway were narrow cells. Hearing the sound of anklets, all the prisoners in the cells pushed to the side and watched the new tenant on the third floor.
Those prisoners in the cells were more like monsters than humans. Their clothes were ragged, their faces were dirty, and their stench was unbearable. Like wolves, they widely opened their eyes and stretched out their skinny hands to scratch outside the iron windows of the cells.
Zhang Tie's arrival caused them to be in an uproar.
"Give him to me … give him to me …" Someone started to crazily shake the iron windows with both hands. "I will promise you anything, give me this brat …"
"Give me …"
"Give me …"
"Give him to me …"
"Just one day, give me this sweet-smelling brat, just one day …"
Many prisoners wanted to stretch out their hands to catch Zhang Tie. Like hungry wolves, they stared at Zhang Tie with gleaming eyes and drooled stinky saliva. They also cursed him with various dirty words. Some of them even roared like wild beasts, causing Zhang Tie's face to change.
At this moment, Zhang Tie had already faintly guessed Samira's plot. Samira indeed wanted to kill him with a borrowed knife. However, the knife that Samira wanted to borrow was not the military court of the Norman Empire, but this damn prison. He seemed to have already guessed what would happen to him once he was brought here.
Annoyed by the noise, the guards directly pulled out the thin iron bars from their waists and started to fiercely beat the hands that were stretching out from the windows and the iron bars.
"This brat will be sent to the club. Do you want to go with him?" The guard yelled as he whipped the prisoners. Upon hearing the guard's words, the noisy prison cell suddenly became strangely quiet. All the hands moved back.
This long underground passage was more than 100 m long. At the end of the passage, there was a cell. Standing at the door of the cell, the guards had Zhang Tie stand still before unlocking his shackles and handcuffs.
"Brat, don't blame us. We're just following orders. If you want to blame someone, blame the one who brought you here!" One of the guards sighed as he unlocked Zhang Tie's shackles. "My son is only as old as you!"
Zhang Tie looked very calm and cooperative. "What if someone dies here?"
"All the people locked here are the scumbags of the scumbags. No matter how many people die on the third floor, nobody will care about it!" A guard seemed to want to warn Zhang Tie. "Brat, if you can leave here alive, you will be unrivaled in Blackhot City from now on!"
"I'm not a crab. I'd better walk straight..." Zhang Tie said as he moved his hands and feet.
When they were talking, the guards had already opened an iron gate, allowing Zhang Tie to walk in by himself. There was another iron gate behind the iron gate. This cell seemed to have more security measures. The switch of the second iron gate was outside the first iron gate. It seemed that even the guards were cautious when they approached this cell called "Club".
After Zhang Tie approached the first iron gate, those people closed the first iron gate from outside before opening the second iron gate from inside.
"You'd better walk in by yourself. If you don't walk in within half a minute, the people inside will bring you in. But by then, you will be more miserable!" The guard outside warned Zhang Tie.
Zhang Tie walked in with a calm look. This cell was much larger than those small cells outside. It was at least as large as two classrooms at school. Over 20 people were sitting or lying inside. The moment he entered the first iron gate, Zhang Tie could already see the situation inside the cell through the second iron gate. At the sight of Zhang Tie's arrival, the quiet cell was gradually filled with heavy breaths like those of wild beasts.
Zhang Tie walked in. The second iron gate was closed by the guards from outside. After that, the guards left at a faster pace than when they came in.
A steam lamp was placed on the wall between the second iron gate and the first iron gate. It was the only light source in this cell.
Dim, gloomy and stinky, this was Zhang Tie's impression of this cell called "Club".
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