American Zombie Detective

Chapter 234 The Unsettling Imprisonment Process

Once inside the prison, the process begins.

After registration, photos, and fingerprinting, Captain Snake and Supervisor Cole entered the inspection room when it was time for changing clothes and a body search.

"Take off all your clothes, put them in the basket, and then turn around!" a burly prison guard ordered in a gruff voice.

As the prison guard put on rubber gloves, preparing to conduct a more thorough "private area inspection," Supervisor Cole coughed.

"Hansen, a routine check-up will suffice." Captain Snake's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

The prison guard named Hansen paused, looking up at his captain with some surprise.

Snake stared at him expressionlessly. Hansen seemed to understand something, muttered "Yes, Captain," and then, after a cursory inspection of their armpits, mouths, and hair, indicated that they could put on the orange prison uniforms with their numbers printed on them.

Under the "you're so lucky" look in Hansen's eyes, Constantine returned a meaningful smile that said "you're lucky too." He had just sensed the displeasure emanating from Qin Jin. If the guard were to actually stick his finger in, Constantine felt he would definitely die, without even thinking about it!

As I emerged from the inspection room, Warden James, the prison's highest-ranking official, appeared; his hair was not a single strand...

Gou, dressed in a well-fitting suit, looked more like a politician.

"Supervisor Cole, welcome to our little rock." Warden James greeted Cole with a professional smile.

“Warden James,” Cole responded, then stepped aside to formally introduce Catherine: “Please allow me to introduce you to Officer Catherine Miller. Officer Catherine is here on behalf of the State Department of Justice to conduct security assessments and certifications of key correctional facilities throughout the state.”

He paused, lowered his voice, and spoke with an undeniable weight: "Furthermore, Officer Catherine's mother is a high-ranking official in the California branch of the Internal Revenue Service (IRS), and the Miller family has been a close friend of our mayor for many years."

Cole's words were brief, but the implications were like a hammer blow:

This woman not only represents the higher-level supervisory authorities, but also stands behind the tax behemoth that can plunge anyone into endless trouble and the local chief executive.

His warning sounded more like a friendly reminder and a deliberate admonition, which would help Warden James avoid a lot of trouble.

Warden James's smile instantly became even warmer and more cautious. He immediately extended his hand to Catherine: "Officer Miller! A warm welcome! It's an honor to have you here. Devil's Island Prison will fully cooperate with any requests you make."

Work requirements.

Captain Snake behind him also instinctively straightened his back, his expression becoming even more solemn.

Catherine gave him a light handshake, her attitude remaining cool and professional: "Warden James, I hope my work won't interfere too much with your operations."

Her gaze then swept over Alessa and Yuanxiao: "This is my sister Alessa, and her emotional support animal."

They will be staying with me for a short period. We will pay for the animal's food on a daily basis.

Her tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Warden James agreed without hesitation: "Of course, no problem at all! Please tell Captain Snake or me directly if you have any needs, and we will definitely meet them."

Aresa looked up, still with that cold expression, and pulled a thick wad of cash from her pocket, handing it to Captain Snake.

"Two hundred dollars a day. That's for its food."

Captain Snake didn't hesitate at all this time, immediately taking the money and nodding solemnly, "Understood, Miss Alessa. We will handle it properly."

Catherine nodded slightly: "So, where shall we stay?"

"We'll arrange it for you!" Warden James personally led the way.

Meanwhile, Qin Jin and Constantine were being urged by the prison guards to walk toward the heavy iron gate leading to the cell block. The gate slammed shut behind them, shutting them out of the outside world.

They were escorted by Derek, the leader of the East District group, and three fully armed men. Derek, the leader, had a somewhat gloomy face and seemed to have ill intentions. They led the people directly to the eastern section of the second floor.

As you walk through the lobby on the first floor, the prisoners in the cells on both sides become agitated like sharks smelling blood. Foul language and provocative whistles fill the space like uncontrolled noise.

"Handsome! Look this way, sweetheart!"

"Damn it, he's Asian! With delicate skin! Derek! Lock him up here!"

"Hey! That bastard got off easy this time?!"

"You yellow-skinned monkey, are you ready to lick my shoes?"

"I'll offer two packs of cigarettes! Let me try them too—"

The prison guards seemed used to this. Derek even roughly shoved Qin Jin in the back, yelling, "Hurry up, you bastard! Keep your head down! Don't look around, you piece of trash!"

Other prison guards also shouted at the rioting prisoners around them, but to little effect; in fact, it seemed more like they were fanning the flames.

They walked up the cold metal stairs through the huge hollow in the middle of the prison's main building and began to walk down the second-floor corridor. Countless greedy and cruel eyes followed them closely, as if they were real.

Finally, Derek stopped in front of a four-person cell.

The young prison guard, Kaden, who was following behind, looked at the document in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and whispered to Derek, "Boss, this arrangement—didn't the higher-ups say to put him in a double cell? Captain Snake personally gave the order—"

Derek interrupted him impatiently, his voice loud and blatantly arrogant: "On the second floor of the East Wing, I'm in charge now! Captain Snake was just saying that on purpose for them to hear. I'll set the rules for how to lock them up! Let these two distinguished guests experience life here for one night first, and show off their power before we talk about anything else."

He sneered, flung open the iron door with a bang, and roughly shoved Qin Jin and Constantine inside, shouting to the people in the cell, "You two bastards got off easy!"

Qin Jin walked steadily into the cell, his gaze sweeping over the two prisoners sitting on the bed.

One of them was a white, bald, spotted man named "Nice," tall and thin, but with well-defined muscles, which was most frightening.

What's striking is that on the left side of his face, from his forehead to his chin, is a huge and ferocious blue skull tattoo.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and scrutinized Qin Jin and Constanze with the kind of look one would give food.

The other was a Black man named Emmon, even bigger, like a black wall of flesh, arms crossed, looking at the two newcomers with disdain.

The black man, Eamon, spoke first, his voice low and mocking: "Hey, look who's here. New toy. You guys have really bad luck."

Painted-face Niss grinned sinisterly, licking his lips. "Bad luck for them, but a different story for us! My darlings, you don't want to come in? Are you looking down on Niss?"

The guards hadn't gone far when they heard the noise. Derek turned around and tapped the bars with his baton, giving a lazy warning: "Nice, Eamon, behave yourselves, don't fucking kill anyone."

After saying that, he turned and left with a smug sneer and the other prison guards.

Hearing the prison guards' footsteps recede into the distance, the painted-face Nis and the burly black man named Eamon exchanged a smile, their smiles becoming even more cruel and excited.

The people across the corridor and in the next cell heard the conversation and immediately started making a ruckus, screaming, and whistling. The entire second floor of the East Wing seemed to have turned into a mad arena.

Amidst the commotion, Nice stood up triumphantly, his towering frame almost filling the cell. He approached Qin Jin and Constantine, saying smugly, "Did you hear that, darlings? Tonight, I'm going to make you have some fun—"

Qin Jin listened expressionlessly, then seemed to sigh, turning to Constantine and saying, "I originally wanted to wait quietly until evening. Now I've changed my mind; these two are just too noisy, I can't stand it."

Constantine shrugged indifferently, even taking a step back to find a relatively clean spot to lean against, looking like he was watching a good show.