Chapter 127 Groundhog Day
Jin County Correctional Center, Psychological Counseling Area, Special Protection Cells.
Because the prisoners in the psychological counseling ward all have various psychological problems, serious injuries occasionally occur due to self-harm or being harmed. Therefore, special care cells have been set up.
Some prisoners with severe depression or mania are sometimes also detained here as a special arrangement.
There was only one person in the special care cell at that time.
Jose.
Jose was completely unable to move, lying helplessly on the hospital bed with an IV drip attached to his body.
He was moved here after being discovered by the prison ward supervisor.
His current situation makes it impossible for him to remain in jail; he will be transferred to a special care facility for further care.
This is just a temporary transition. If the process is fast, he may be able to be transferred out in just one week.
Under normal circumstances, he would spend the rest of his life in private agencies that provide services outsourced by the federal government.
They became tools for those agencies to obtain funding from the federal government.
Of course, a small portion of the funding could still be used on him, keeping him alive but not quite alive.
Further funds will be distributed among the relevant federal government bill initiators, heads of approval agencies, private care institutions, and others.
After all, without the hard work of these agencies in holding meetings and making approvals, He Sai wouldn't have had the opportunity to enter these nursing homes.
These are all normal procedures and fully compliant.
Jose blinked incessantly, his entire being transforming into a sentient corpse.
Since his cervical spine was damaged, resulting in high-level paraplegia, he has experienced the darkest despair and helplessness in his heart.
I finally stopped crying just now.
Given the current situation, even if he wanted to commit suicide, it would be difficult for him to do so.
But when he was placed in the special care ward, with no one around and it completely quiet, he felt an unprecedented sense of peace.
That was the peace he had never felt since the day he left Honduras to come to America to find his biological father.
Finally, I no longer have to think about those life-or-death questions, and I no longer have to indulge in physical pleasures and drugs.
He thought of many things: his mother, the US military base in Honduras, the American soldiers who came to his house to "visit" his mother, and his journey from a street punk to the leader of the Jose gang.
What impressed him most was the black-haired, black-eyed man he had just met that day who had crippled him.
For some reason, he vaguely felt that the person resembled his father.
The same cold-blooded ruthlessness gave him the same feeling of searching for God...
After experiencing initial despair, José has gradually adjusted his mindset.
Even though he was paralyzed from the waist down and had completely lost his mobility, his strong will to live rekindled his hope to survive.
He seemed to have heard of brain-computer interface technology, which allows even paralyzed patients to regain mobility using an external exoskeleton.
He still has money; he has hidden some money in places unknown to others, and he also has a secret bank account in Switzerland... As long as he can communicate with the outside world, he can withdraw this money.
He was determined to rise again, to stand up once more, and to exact revenge on his biological father and that black-haired, black-eyed bastard! Even though he didn't know the man's name, he was determined to find that damned fellow and make him suffer the same pain he had endured…
To achieve this goal, José has begun to work hard to control his facial muscles, trying to make more expressions and find ways to communicate with the outside world.
The good news is that he discovered he could move his nose and ears again.
He had to keep himself focused on these things to avoid completely breaking down and losing all hope of living...
Just as José was working hard to train his facial muscles, the door to his special care cell opened, and a female medical worker wearing a mask walked in.
Jose blinked frantically, trying to bring his lips together to make the shape of "water".
He wanted to drink water.
The female medical worker ignored his reaction and instead took out a disposable syringe and a small bottle of medicine from her pocket. She inserted the needle of the syringe into the small bottle and drew out a full tube of medicine.
The other person's movements were very calm, but just as the other person raised their hand, Jose suddenly noticed a letter tattoo on the other person's wrist.
That's a gang symbol.
Jose also understood that truly qualified medical professionals would never take medicine and syringes out of their pockets.
The other party is clearly problematic!
He blinked frantically, trying to scream for help, but he couldn't make a sound at all.
The woman noticed the fear in José's eyes and smiled as she said:
"Mr. José, I think you probably already guessed I would come, so why not be more open about it?"
"Don't worry, this is fifty times the normal dose of fentanyl, mixed with some mushroom extract. You'll experience the most intense hallucinations, perhaps the best dream you'll ever have... or it could be a nightmare."
As she spoke, amidst Jose's frantically blinking eyes, the woman pulled open his collar, plunged the syringe needle into his carotid artery, and began to inject.
Injecting a tonic into the carotid artery, femoral artery, or femoral vein is commonly known as "opening a window."
This is the most extreme and dangerous method of injecting the enhancer.
Generally speaking, in the late stages of addiction, the veins in all four limbs are completely blocked, and in pursuit of stronger effects... They would take the risk of opening a window.
This condition reaches its strongest point, with the fastest increase in tolerance. Once used, there's little chance of turning back, and the sudden death rate is extremely high.
The enhancer goes directly to the brain, producing the most intense sensation within 1-2 seconds, which the heart and brain simply cannot withstand.
Not to mention fifty times the dose of fentanyl, which would be fatal to a human.
Jose blinked frantically, tears streaming down his face again.
He hated those powerful figures behind the scenes for being so ruthless. He had thought he had become their ally and partner, but in the end, he was instantly silenced and betrayed.
What caused him even more pain was that the last glimmer of hope he had just ignited was completely extinguished.
He could even feel the cold medicine rushing into his veins.
The next instant, the violent impact suddenly made his brain tremble, and even his already paralyzed body suddenly curled up into a ball, and then arched back violently.
He suddenly realized that he had returned to the time when he met that man.
The hammer kept falling, breaking his bones inch by inch and then haphazardly reattaching them. His cervical vertebrae were repeatedly broken and damaged, leaving him paralyzed.
Repeatedly.
He was trapped in an endless nightmare!
Inside the special care cell, the woman wearing a mask looked at José, whose pupils were dilating, and reached out to touch his neck.
My heart stopped beating completely.
It is completely dead.
I wonder what this guy saw before he died?
It is said that after using the enhancer, the perception of time will slow down many times over, and one can even feel eternity in a second.
Judging from the terror on his face, he was trapped in some kind of desperate hallucination.
But none of that matters anymore.
The woman put the syringe and empty medicine bottle back into her pocket, pushed open the door, and went out.
Only José's body remained in the room, gradually growing cold.
His eyes were filled with blood, caused by ruptured capillaries due to the enhancer.
Perhaps his soul is still trapped in that dream.
A tear of blood slid down from the corner of her eye.
……
High-risk prison area.
Freckled-faced man Rouault gripped Lyon's turned-out trouser pockets tightly, and staggered down the corridor with his legs spread apart.
It wasn't that he didn't want to walk normally, but the wound on the back hadn't healed yet, and the front was rubbed raw and swollen.
It hurts terribly whenever my pants touch.
It really hurts.
He tried to subdue Leon with his body, only to find that the other was nothing but an animal.
He was already experiencing blood in his stool and urine, and the other person still wasn't satisfied.
If this continues, forget about conquering Lyon; he'll be the one who dies first.
As Leon led him past some open cell doors, the prisoners inside immediately whistled or laughed at him, followed by a barrage of profanities.
"What a beautiful little baby!"
"What kind of watering did this delicate little flower undergo?"
"Boss Lyon, you're eating so well, I'm so envious..."
"I'll give you three packs of cigarettes! Boss Lyon, could you please lend me two days... no, one night?"
"Hey, Why are you walking with your butt sticking out? Who are you trying to seduce?
For a moment, Luo felt like a product on a Black Friday shopping spree, surrounded by housewives rushing to buy it.
Those wolf-like eyes made him involuntarily grip Leon's pocket tighter.
He didn't know where Leon was taking him, but the thought of the prisoners around him sent chills down his spine.
Did Lyon really trade him away?
Just then, Leon led him into a prison cell.
A man with black hair and black eyes was sitting there, dressed in a high-end orange prison uniform.
It's Wayne!
This was even more terrifying than he had imagined!
Overwhelmed by a sudden surge of fear, Luo's legs buckled, and he knelt before Wayne with a thud. Tears streamed down his face as he murmured:
"Sir, I beg you... I beg your forgiveness... I've heard from Lyon that you are a godfather, a saint, a medium, a prophet, a righteous man... Otherwise, I would never have dared to show you the slightest disrespect..."
"Sir, I beg you... I beg your forgiveness... I've heard from Lyon that you are a godfather, a saint, a medium, a prophet, a righteous man... Otherwise, I would never have dared to show you the slightest disrespect..."
"Please forgive me... please forgive me..."
As he spoke, he crouched down and crawled toward Wayne, about to kiss the back of Wayne's feet.
But before his lips could fall, Leon grabbed his ankle and pulled him back.
Lyon cursed:
"Your filthy lips are not worthy to touch Godfather Wayne!"
Luo curled up in a ball, weeping bitterly, and said in a trembling voice:
"Please forgive me, please pardon me... Please forgive my sins... I am a despicable piece of trash, I am scum... Please have mercy and spare me..."
Wayne remained calm and slowly said:
"So, Luo, who exactly is this Officer Jimmy who sent you?"
Luo was taken aback, then quickly said:
"I...I don't know any Officer Jimmy...It was Agent Horton from ICE (U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement) who let me in...He said he had arranged everything through Deputy Warden Cent, and all I needed to do was find the people in the prison and teach you a lesson..."
Wayne narrowed his eyes and suddenly realized that he seemed to have overlooked a direction.
It's not only people in the police system who can be called enforcers of the Dark Court.
The Dark Court Enforcers mentioned by the system can be from many systems.
For example, the ICE.
This Jimmy might not have been a member of the Seattle Police Department from the beginning, but rather came from another agency.
Just then, a few lines of text from the system panel suddenly appeared before his eyes:
[You have rescued the captives, the key culprit José Contreras is dead, you have completed the side quest "The Cannibal," experience +5, reputation +10]