Chicago 1990

San Diego, in a heavily guarded prison, it's time to release the wind again.

Little Lori put his hands in his pockets, yawned lazily, and followed the person in front of him step by step.

"Yo..."

Brought to the playground surrounded by barbed wire by the prison guards, the inmates scattered freely. He looked up at this small place and saw Pablo sitting on a simple stand composed of rows of broken wooden chairs, watching him , Quickly lifted his chin to him and walked over.

"You suck it in the morning? Don't let it go before you go out!"

Pablo glared at him with hatred for iron and steel, and then gave him a wink at a strong man who was also of Latino and African descent.

Little Lori sat in a position where the man obediently gave way. After the difficult years of being in prison, Pablo gradually started a small gang in this prison, mainly Latin immigrants with black descent. Supplemented by a small number of black Americans, there are about seven or eight people. This stand is their site, "Has the news from Barron come in?"

"Well, the next court session will be in fifteen days, no, fifteen working days later." Pablo said, "You will be better in court then!"

"Didn't Barron say that without the AK, the prosecutor would not have enough evidence to dismiss the appeal?" Little Lori yawned again."As I said beforehand, I can't afford to hire that vampire lawyer."

"Little Binny will help, Barron has to work obediently if he doesn't want to die."

Pablo saw a white man approaching cautiously, closed his mouth, and kicked his feet under the squinting sun in the lower stand.

The subordinate looked around vigilantly, then reached into his clothes, fumbled for a small plastic bag, and quickly exchanged a green rice knife with the white man.

"From tomorrow, stop business."

Pablo said, putting the rice knife handed over in his pocket.

"Waht?" The men looked at him one after another.

"Little Lori is about to be released, OK?" Pablo stared at them, "He can't make any accidents at this time."

"Well, congratulations Lowry."

"Congratulations."

Helping the crowd suppressed their jealous thoughts, they stretched out their fists in joy.

"I will make money and continue to fish you after I go out." Little Lori choked and said to Pablo after finishing his fist.

A large part of Pablo's 12-year sentence was to help himself with the crime. Even without the key witness of AK, it would be much harder to overturn the previous confession.

"Well, Little Binny will arrange everything. APLUS must be scared by AK. He dare not do anything to you."

Pablo said: "Help me stare at Barron after I go out and let him come. I need new testimony to be foolproof."

"Hey, don't worry."

I spent ten minutes in the sun with Pablo, "I'm going to play ball?"

"Go ahead."

He pulled the two accomplices and walked under the basketball hoop, without saying a word, just staring at a few black people who were playing in full swing with cold eyes.

The opponent did not speak after discovering their existence, and tacitly put the ball down and stepped back.

'Boom, boom...'

He picked up the basketball, dribbled it a few times lightly and skillfully, and then made a three-step layup. The basketball was beautifully hollowed into the frame. He stuck out his tongue and happily high-five to celebrate with his colleagues.

"Chicago, Chicago, Chicago, Chicago, RapGod, RapGod..." The accomplice sang his song please.

"To shut up!"

The good mood disappeared instantly.

"Lori! Lori II!" At this time, a prison guard shouted his name.

"What's the matter?" And Pablo looked at each other suspiciously, and walked to the guards honestly.

"You are going to be transferred back to Chicago." The guard said, looking at the document in his hand.

"What? Why? I have fifteen days to participate in the appeal..." He was anxious and refused loudly: "I want to see a lawyer! I have the right to see a lawyer! Pablo, Pablo!"

"I don't care what your lawyer is, I only act according to the superior document." The other party replied, winking.

"Don't fight Lowry!"

Pablo hurriedly shouted, "I'll call Barron!"

"Quiet, prisoner!"

"I only have fifteen days, fifteen days..."

He was so anxious that his tears came down, and he remembered that there were goods hidden in his room, and shouted: "I want to pack my personal belongings!"

"It will be sent to you."

The two prison guards picked him up and drove him straight to the waiting escort vehicle.

"Congratulations, you are going home, big star..."

The guard in charge of the escort in the car smiled and handcuffed him to a special iron cage, and then one sat in the car with a shotgun, and the other went to the passenger seat to sit down.

The car started and drove out of the prison after passing several checkpoints.

He turned around and silently looked at the outer wall of the prison that he had only seen when he came, and fell into a deep sleep in the confusion of emotions.

"Here, prisoner!"

Waking up in the action of the prison guard unfastening the handcuffs, he was violently pulled out of the car again. He heard the roar of the plane and stretched out his hands in a reflexive manner, asking the other police officer standing opposite to handcuff his hands. Then accept the body search obediently.

It seems that he was not the only one who was transferred to prison, but there were also a dozen prisoners of various types, some of whom seemed to be felons, wearing fetters and being covered with heads.

"What's going on? Captain!?"

It turned out to be a normally operating passenger plane. The passengers who were already seated saw the prisoners rushing in and immediately protested in horror. I watched vigilantly for the police officers and prisoners who were concentrated in the front of the cabin for a while, and felt that there was no danger, so they began to go to bed to pass the time.

"Yo, Little Lori?"

With Liushen Wuzhu, he heard a black accent from behind, and turned around and saw a black guy wearing headphones, "Hey! It's really you!?" The other party was very excited, "I didn't expect it."

"Are you?" It has been a long time since he communicated with ordinary people. He glanced at the police officer beside him with some fear, and asked after receiving no feedback.

"I like your songs..." The other party hummed a few second-hand shops, "Look..." Turned on the Walkman again, took out the cassette and stretched it out.

It's a transcribed cassette. The A side marked'Chicago Rap' has some handwritten song titles, which are all hip-hop songs. He saw the second-hand store words at a glance. Most of the other songs are APLUS songs, such as'The'ShowMeTheMoney', etc. Wait, there is'Ain'tCha' from Seoul Air.

"Thank you for remembering me." He was a bit sour in his heart and said with a bitter smile.

"Yeah! Cool Man, are you still composing songs?" the other party asked.

"Of course, I... I saved some."

"Wait for you to post a song, I will buy one, touch one?" The other party stretched out his fist.

"Uh……"

He took the hands that were clasped on the armrests, and looked at the police officer beside him again.

"Don't think about it." The opponent who was looking at the newspaper coldly responded.

"Sorry..." He had to smile at the other party.

"It's okay, then sign me." The other party turned out the pen and paper, and lost it. He used his cuffed hands to sign with difficulty, "Uh, can you..."

The police officer impatiently helped pick up the pen and paper, and handed it back, "Don't talk too much with the prisoner." At the same time, he warned the buddy behind.

"OK, OK..."

Falling into silence again, depending on the situation, it is just an ordinary transfer, maybe because of the need for appeal?He looked all the way at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window. Gradually, the skyscrapers of Chicago came into view, and the plane landed. As soon as he got out of the cabin, he smelled the familiar Chicago smell: cold and strong wind.

"Quick! Quick! Don't stop!"

The prison guards pushed the shivering prisoners down the boarding ladder, and then someone gave them bloated and unsightly cotton-padded coats, and they got on the bus with a lot of clothes in their arms. They were driving boringly, searching and transferring.

In the evening, he and fellow prisoners walked into a local Chicago prison.

"GD..."

Suddenly a black prisoner who helped distribute prison supplies whispered to himself and patted the bedding in his hands.

Yes, Chicago is also his own place. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed out a smile, and slightly raised his chin to thank him.

The prisons in the United States are all similar in design. He followed the people in front and walked forward honestly. In the cells that passed by, the black buddies who looked at him with the iron door had no misfortune, and they were all used to it. A big star?" He cursed silently and lowered his head, not wanting to talk to anyone yet.

"I want to meet with a lawyer." He took the opportunity to say when the guard stopped before a cell.

"Wait until the call time." The other party pushed him in.

It’s a double room. It’s not bad. The upper bunk slept very hard. In prison, he often had a fight for the lower bunk. This time he was able to save trouble. He felt better.

I made the bed lightly. It turned out that what was hidden in the bedding was a toothbrush with a razor tied at one end and a toothbrush with a sharpened end. I couldn't help but smile. It seems that there are more than GD people in this prison...

In any case, contact Barron first, and stuff things under the pillow.

Human adaptability is very strong. He rolled over a few times and fell asleep slowly in confusion and helplessness.

However, I had a strange dream today, in which he was doing some disgusting things, not right!He woke up from his dream, with a man on his back!pants!?The pants are taken off!

He almost fainted on the spot due to the bad breath of the opponent, "Fuck you!" He immediately shouted and struggled, "Prison guard! Prison guard!"

"Don't call me, girl, I will love you so much."

The man said with a grin, "You have a great body..."

"Fxxk! Fxxk!" He couldn't compete with his strength at all, "Prison guard! Help! HELP!"

The curses of the old blacks rang out in the dark, "Let people not sleep!?" "Stop shouting!"

"Boy, enjoy, he is our famous good lover..." someone in the cell next door smiled weirdly.

"Fxxk! Damn you! Do you know who I am? Do you know my background!? Hmm! GD! I am from GD!"

"I'm so lonely, I'm sorry, I thought this prison won't send me a companion in..." The other party remained unmoved and continued to act.

"Fxxk! Go to die! Go to die!"

While struggling, his hand accidentally reached under the pillow and bumped into a cold object, "Go to hell!" He squeezed it tightly and slammed back.