Barron looked at him now, a little bit of hatred for iron and steel, "Moreover, this matter is also good for your prestige. Now everyone, including those newcomers in the gang, are violating you, haven't you noticed? Those little Ngers will only obey the ruthless guys, you are like a sissy, be careful one day you get shot in the back by your own people! Didn’t you see Jamal’s end? I heard that little Binney killed him Like killing a dog!"
Kenneth's eyes were flushed with blood red, and he finally ‘inspired’ his fighting spirit, "Well, I’ll do it. Actually, it’s not hard to find a fool who is willing to do this."
Ay, lemmekickittoyourightquickman,
Nawtonsomegangstashitmanonsomerealshxt
AnybodywhobeenthroughthesamethingI\'msureyoufeelthesameway
Little Lori, Thisisforyoupimpin\'
"Lori!"
Two days later, outside the iron gate of the confinement room came the prison guard's loud command, "Stand up, face the wall, put your hands on top of your head!" The peeping mouth was pulled away, and a pair of eyes looked inside.
Little Lowry curled up on the bed was frightened and his body trembled. He slowly got up, and stood obediently against the wall, raising his hands and holding them to the back of his head.
The sound of the chain shaking and the key opening the door was heard outside. With a bang, the heavy iron door was pushed open, and some fresh air was blown into the confinement room with an unpleasant smell.
Two tall white prison guards walked in and shackled him roughly.
"This is..." There was a hint of joy in his heart, and he licked his dry lips. "Am I leaving here?"
"Yes, big star, hehe." The prison guard replied with a smile, "Congratulations, for getting an ordinary single cell."
Little Lori let out a sigh of relief, "I, ahem, I want to see a lawyer."
"It will be arranged for you."
He was pushed out of the confinement room, his fetters and ankles were connected with a thick iron chain, and he walked on the aisle to make a metal clink.
Smelling the air completely different from the confinement room, he slowly followed the prison guard and moved his steps, as if intoxicated, a completely different scene appeared before his eyes.
Strong second-hand store accompaniment came from the headphones. He clenched the microphone tightly, his hands and feet were as heavy as lead filled with tension, and he was hiding in the background and breathing deeply.
"Don't worry Lowry, you can do it, you are the best!" Tony's annoying nagging kept ringing, "You are the best!"
"Fxxk, shut up Tony, I'm not nervous..." He grinned in a heroic manner.
The two prison guards looked at him strangely, then glanced at each other clearly, professionally holding back the ridicule that was only aimed at the poor.
oooh, I\'vebeentravelinonthisroadtoolong
Justtryinfindmywaybackhome
Theoldme\'sdeadandgone
DeadandGone
"Go! Come on! For us, conquer them! Conquer the world!" Tony shouted.
The door to the ordinary prison room was opened, and his eyes were squinted by the dazzling corridor lights, as if he had plucked up the courage to rush out of the backstage and the dazzling stage lights were as dazzling, but what happened? The audience is too quiet.
"Hey! Who is that!?" When he passed the ordinary cell, the old black inside recognized him, "Lori! Superstar! Come and sign me! Hahaha!"
They screamed strangely.
"Lori, Lori!" Was it so stunned by my appearance? The men and women suddenly began to whistle the mountains and the tsunami, and the beautiful girls crowded under the stage were crying like crazy, "I love you! I love you! Little Lori!"
To keep the cool persona, well, leave them alone, let Pablo quietly send his phone to them after the performance, and then just wait in the hotel. Now... he counted the beats and put the microphone to his mouth.
AndOhh..
I\'vebeentravelinonthisroadtoolong
Justtryinfindmywaybackhome
Buttheoldme\'sdeadandgone
DeadandGone, deadandgone...
After singing a song, he went backstage.
Wait, no, why does it smell like cigarettes?
He passed the door of a cell, and the guy inside was stomping his cigarette butts on the soles of his feet.
The two prison guards paid no attention to such minor violations and concentrated on escorting them.
He began to swallow and pursed his mouth, and the addiction that had been forgotten by the confinement began to crawl in his mind like an all-pervasive worm.
"AK..." He went out and called AK into the dressing room, "Give me some."
"Fxxk, Pablo will drive me back to Chicago." AK said, but he obediently took the good stuff out of his arms, "just a little bit."
"Okay, don't dare."
He began to enjoy it.
"Hey! Prisoner! Don't dawdle!" The guard scolded as he passed an old black mopping the floor: "Don't look around, concentrate on your work!"
The old black squatted down cursingly and concentrated on his work.
"Hehe." He looked at the old black back and smiled, as if he was in Manhattan again. The crowded Upper West Side, the muffler was leaning over and punching the bragging father on the ground. That's how that guy swears, dare to provoke me, how about? Still not begging for mercy?
Everyhadoneofthemdayswishyouwouldhavestayedhome,
RunintoagroupofNGerwhogettintheirhateon,
Youwalkbytheygetwrong,
Youreplythenshitgetblown
Wayoutof;waybad,
Justyouagainstthempickonethenrushthem,
Figureyougetjumpedherethatsnext
He even wanted to kick a few feet like he did in the past, but unfortunately, the fetters restricted his actions.
At this time, the old black suddenly looked up, and the two of them looked at each other.
Oh, not a bragging father...
Old Hei rushed over in two steps, WTF? You are not bragging daddy, what are you doing.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his chest.
He lowered his head, a metal knife was pulling out of his stomach, and then he stabbed it again, knife after knife.
"Fxxk! Stop it! Prisoner!"
The guard exclaimed and whistled harshly.
"Stop! Otherwise I would shoot!"
His consciousness quickly dissipated, and he fell on the cold floor of the prison without making any sound. The pervert that he stabbed a few times with the toothbrush handle last time wailed in the cell all night, it was **** annoying.
The prison guards are just like today, no fart.
Blood, even the blood flowing across the ground is exactly the same.
Iturnmyheadtotheeast
Iseenobodybymyside,
Iturnmyheadtothewest
stillnobodyinsight,
SoIturnmyheadtothenorth
swallowthatpillthattheycallpride
Thatoldmedeadandgone
whatthatmeanI\'mgonbealright
"The fate of the whistleblower!"
After doing all this, the old black spit on the traitor on the ground, and then raised his arms straight to the sky like a hero, "For Sinaloa! ForSINALOA!!!"
"Put down the knife! Prisoner!" More and more prison guards pointed their guns at his head.
'when! ’
The old black hand let go, and the knife fell freely, hitting the blood on the ground.
"Kneel down and hold your head!" The guard rushed over and gave him a hard blow.
"GD!" He knelt down shouting slogans.
"GD! GD! GD!" The prisoners in the surrounding cells also roared like beasts.
"Quiet, prisoners!"
The prison guards couldn't take care of maintaining order. They rushed to the ground, pushed him to the ground, and fetched him from the waist. "Alarms, alarms, ordinary prisons need support. We need doctors and ambulances."
Someone touched Lori's carotid artery, and after a while, slowly shook his head to his colleagues.
Iturnmyheadtotheeast
Iseenobodybymyside,
Iturnmyheadtothewest
stillnobodyinsight,
SoIturnmyheadtothenorth
swallowthatpillthattheycallpride
Thatoldmedeadandgone
whatthatmeanI\'mgonbealright
‘Singer Lori has just been assassinated by a prisoner in prison. It is rumored that he has died on the spot. For follow-up reports, please wait for our latest news. ’