The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 27: The Kind-Hearted Old Mexican
Xiunuo sat on a bench, silently gazing at the vast wasteland outside the wire fence.

The places for exercise in prison are actually mostly made up of high walls, and the barbed wire area is a temporary expansion.

Last year alone, the number of illegal immigrants in the United States exceeded 240 million, with nearly illegal immigrants per month during the peak period in August and September.

In a year, illegal immigrants alone account for one percent of the total population. What a terrifying number.

The United States' border prisons and detention centers, which were designed to accommodate 2000 people as reported more than once, are now crammed with more than people.

The situation in prisons will only get worse.

Therefore, this is the reason why Xiunuo was able to enjoy the scenery from behind the iron fence.

Fran and two others followed Xiunuo. Being tall and strong, they naturally had no worries about being bullied in this kind of immigration prison. It could even be said that returning prisoners like them tended to bully others.

But now, they don’t dare to run around.

Fran looked around and kept winking at people, hoping that some of the troublemakers among them would teach this devil beside him a lesson, or have him suffer the same misfortune as himself.

After all, he would feel much better if someone else got beaten with him.

But again, this is a border prison.

None of the people who came in wanted to cause trouble, and because of the large "floating population", no one wanted to be the boss of this prison.

Because you may work hard to become a prison bully, but you are released the next day, and all your previous efforts are in vain. You have worked hard and fought hard, and now it's time to enjoy yourself.

On weekdays, there are indeed a few guys who are about the same size as Fran. When they meet each other, they will greet each other's family with their mouths. Cursing and bumping chests with each other face to face is considered radical.

Because these old Mexicans all know that they have plenty of people to bully them and they don’t need to engage in involution.

As for who was bullied
Who else could it be? The unlucky Asians, the malnourished South American refugees, the Nicaraguans and Hondurans who have long been bullied by various criminals and dare not speak out.

In fact, Mexico, Honduras and Nicaragua are not much better. The armed drug traffickers can blatantly attack police stations to rescue their companions. The drug traffickers even have more heavy weapons than the Mexican government.

But who can blame this place for being the border between the United States and Mexico? They have a local buff bonus.

When there is enough prey, predators never fight among themselves.

Oh, it doesn’t count when you take a spouse.

For example, Xiu Nuo, looking around in this prison, is definitely a femme fatale.

It sounds fucked up, but that's the reality.

Xiu Nuo is at the third level of body building, and his skin is envied by all women.

The reason why there is no quarrel now is that the news that Fran fought three against one and all three of them were beaten into pigs' heads last night has spread.

Even those who didn't believe it, after seeing Fran's appearance today, became mostly convinced.

So, no matter how Fran winked at his former enemies, they all pretended not to see anything.

"Are your eyes tired?" Xiu Nuo, who was looking at the scenery, suddenly said.

Fran was startled: "Ah? Sir, what did you say?"

"Don't have any evil thoughts." Xiu Nuo said calmly: "I probably won't live with you today."

"That's great. I mean, it's such a pity!" When Fran said this, the corners of his mouth almost split to the back of his head.

If he hadn't been afraid of being beaten, he would have laughed out loud right now.

While Xiu Nuo was talking, Wang Fugui and Zhao Hong came together from not far away.

"Boss." After seeing Xiu Nuo, Wang Fugui hurried over. After taking a look at Fran standing next to Xiu Nuo, he was stunned: "Why are you here again?" Xiu Nuo raised his eyebrows: "Do you know him?"

Wang Fugui nodded: "Of course, he is a warm-hearted Mexican. Several of my clients have experienced his enthusiasm."

"Hey, Fran, don't tell me you had thoughts about my boss last night."

Fran's eyes widened slightly. "Wang, what did you say? Is this your boss? The boss of all you snakeheads?"

"No, I don't want to do that anymore. I'm following him now."

"When did this happen!"

"yesterday."

"Fuck! You are too careless, Wang! I told you that I must ask you for a gentle little kitty this time! You missed a business deal!"

Xiunuo frowned when he heard this. What is a gentle little kitten?
Xiu Nuo looked at Wang Fugui and asked, "Are you still a pimp?"

“That’s not a pimp.” Wang Fugui immediately explained: “Boss, I think you should know what the situation is like for Asians in this prison.”

"Fran is an old Mexican who is trustworthy."

"The only problem is that this guy hasn't been in jail all the time."

Xiunuo had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start.

He just wanted to end this topic as soon as possible.

Xiu Nuo turned his gaze to Zhao Hong, who now had a bruised face and nose.

Seeing Xiu Nuo looking at him, Zhao Hong grinned: "Those guys don't look much better than me."

Xiunuo nodded slightly.

It is impossible for Zhao Hong to fight ten people alone now, and he cannot kill people in prison, so this is the best outcome.

Xiu Nuo was a little curious: "Fugui, how come you are okay?"

"Uh," Wang Fugui scratched his head awkwardly: "I handed out some business cards. You know, I'm a guide and I have some resources."

You are still a part-time pimp after all!!

After he finished speaking, Wang Fugui slapped his head as if he had thought of something: "I almost forgot about this, Boss, that guy's people won't get us out so quickly, but they can improve the environment for us."

As he spoke, Wang Fugui looked not far away and said, "Here they come."

I saw a prison guard coming over. After he arrived here, he looked at the few people and asked, "Who was the Oriental who came in last night?"

Wang Fugui quickly apologized with a smile: "It's us, officer. What can I do for you?"

"Change the cell, and follow me."

Soon, the three were taken back to their cells to get their belongings, and then taken to a new cell by the prison guard. This cell had a nice sunny window, and the whole room was much larger than other places.

This is a four-person room, but now it should only be occupied by Xiunuo and the other three.

"Don't you mean the beds are compact?"

Wang Fugui grinned and said, "That's tight for people without money. For rich people, even if others are squeezed to death, you still have your own room. Whether it's outside or in prison, having money means having privileges. Welcome to the American boss."

Xiu Nuo smacked his lips and said, "I regret that I didn't bring enough money."

(End of this chapter)