PRI Chapter 21: Beautiful Agent and First Day in Prison

What is most valuable in this world?

Information, of course.

If you control information about a few people, you can make money that others can't, and ride wildly on the campus beauty that others envy.

If you control information about half the people, you can control a huge business empire, and ride wildly on the stars that others worship as goddesses.

And if you control information about most people, then congratulations.

Either you hold an important government position with high authority, or your career stands at the pinnacle of the world, second to none.

But what if you control information about everyone?

Then obviously, you must be responsible for your every word and action, and restrain yourself from speaking carelessly, saying things you shouldn't say.

Just like Lind at this moment.

The blonde Angelina Castro was sitting in front of Lind. She wore a black suit jacket with a white lace short sleeve underneath, her chest bulging. With the slightest movement, large patches of snow-white skin and valleys were about to be exposed.

Between the black stockings on her legs and her skirt, a small section of fair skin was exposed, full of sensuality. When she crossed her legs, there was a vague flash of white that caught the eye.

Honestly, Lind had thought female agents would be quite attractive, but he hadn't expected she could be this beautiful.

With this appearance, even if placed in Hollywood, she could at least be an outstanding eye-candy.

He had to admit, if the girls in the county had half her level, Lind might not have been able to control himself when wandering the streets some time ago.

However, Lind was still mostly cautious in his heart, though he didn't show it on his face at all.

"I've looked at your resume, and honestly, coming to work at my prison is a bit of 'overqualification' for you."

He put down the resume in his hand and looked at Angelina across from him.

Angelina smiled slightly, two dimples appearing on her face, looking particularly sweet, "Is that so? But I think I'm very suitable for this job. I like working in quiet places. There are no bitches here... I mean those women who point and whisper about me behind my back."

"But there are many men here who will point and whisper about you."

Lind couldn't imagine what scene it would be if those prisoners who hadn't tasted meat for years saw such a blonde beauty appear in the prison.

The tissue paper in the cells would probably be used up that night.

"I don't care. I've seen plenty. Besides making themselves wet, they can't do anything else."

Saying this, Angelina stared at Lind, her fair cheeks showing two patches of crimson, "Besides, the warden will definitely protect me, won't he?"

Lind clicked his tongue. If it were an ordinary warden, he would probably have surrendered by now and couldn't wait to have Angelina start work immediately.

Having the secretary handle business when there's business, and handling the secretary when there's no business, who wouldn't envy such a life?

Lind naturally felt the same way. He didn't plan to refuse Angelina, just wanted to give her a bit of a hard time and see how this CIA agent would respond.

As for the sugar-coated bullets during Angelina's future investigation... at worst, he'd eat the sugar coating and shoot the bullets back.

After having an in-depth conversation with Angelina and seeing her off, Lind returned to his office and stood by the window looking out at the exercise yard.

At this moment, bars had been installed outside the warden's office window, and they were electrified.

Lind didn't want to be backstabbed while working.

So he had also re-sealed the rooftop and replaced the original door.

The doors from the cell block to the main building had also been replaced.

Additionally, over the past week, Border Prison had completed upgrades for the Y2K bug, and Lind had also adjusted prisoner wages in the payroll system. Come January 1st, he could fleece some government wool.

Currently, of the 4 tasks, 3 had been completed.

The advanced maintenance skill rewarded for suppressing the riot had also been installed on the new maintenance worker.

[Luke Nash]

[Identity: Maintenance Worker]

[Rating: 44 (Level B)]

[Loyalty: 50]

[Skills: Advanced Electrician, Advanced Fitter, Advanced Maintenance, Intermediate Carpentry]

The intermediate combat and Intermediate Marksmanship were given to Carter and Cohen respectively.

[Carter Lane]

[Identity: Guard]

[Rating: 27 (Level D)]

[Loyalty: 75]

[Skills: Intermediate Combat, Intermediate Marksmanship, Basic Interrogation, Basic Bartending]

[Cohen Snow]

[Identity: Guard]

[Rating: 28 (Level D)]

[Loyalty: 78]

[Skills: Intermediate Grappling, Intermediate Marksmanship, Intermediate Basketball, Basic Interrogation]

With these two skills, the two young guards successfully leveled up. As for the other guards, Lind didn't plan to give them skills for now.

Except for Andy, who inexplicably acquired a new skill.

[Andy Cock]

[Identity: Guard]

[Rating: 22 (Level D)]

[Loyalty: 91]

[Skills: Intermediate Driving, Intermediate Investigation, Basic Combat, Basic Marksmanship]

Probably from monitoring George, he gained experience and learned investigation skills without a teacher.

Now it was Lind's turn to look at him with new respect. It seemed that to be a company spy, you also needed some real skills.

Through his recent practice and observation, he discovered that people with lower levels increased loyalty faster.

This might also be why the drawn characters didn't have full loyalty values.

After all, the more capable people were, the harder it was for them to be completely loyal to one person.

So learning to control high-level employees was also a required course for Lind.

Fortunately, he had the weakness assessment ability and could prescribe the right medicine.

After looking at the guards' information, Lind turned his gaze and noticed a bus approaching outside the prison gate.

"New prisoners have arrived."

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he could already see the prisoners desperately screwing bolts to earn money.

...

Evan Adam stumbled as he was pushed off the bus by guards. He wore a brown jumpsuit with both hands and feet chained.

A thick iron chain was also fastened around his waist, connecting him to other prisoners.

This was a precaution to prevent them from escaping.

Evan Adam wasn't entering prison for the first time, but each transport still felt unpleasant, like being herded pigs.

After getting off the bus, he looked at the prison gate.

"Border Prison?"

He had never been here and didn't recognize this prison.

But he knew it was close to Mexico.

If he could escape from here, he might be able to cross the border and escape America in one night.

Evan Adam observed his surroundings. Everywhere was covered in white snow. This weather wasn't suitable for escaping because footprints would be easily discovered.

Perhaps he could wait until spring?

Evan followed the crowd into the prison, turning his back to the guards and standing straight for inspection.

Soon, the routine body search ended, and handcuffs and leg irons were removed.

Then came the naked body inspection.

"Lift your tongue, turn your ass around, bend over!"

The inspection was harsh.

Evan had experienced inspections at many prisons, mostly conducted by elderly guards.

But Border Prison was different. They were all young people with bulging muscles and fierce expressions, showing no leniency in any procedure.

Fortunately, he wasn't carrying any contraband, so he wasn't too panicked.

Soon, after a series of harsh inspections, numbers were stamped on Evan's and other prisoners' hands, representing their codes in the prison.

It also meant that from now on, they had become Border Prison's "property."

After establishing his file, Evan carried his daily necessities and walked alone into the cell block to his cell.

Since Border Prison's cells were double occupancy, as soon as Evan entered his cell, he saw someone sitting by his bed reading a book.

"Hello, I'm Evan."

He extended his hand with a smile.

However, the guy across from him just glanced at him and lowered his head again, looking completely unwilling to acknowledge him.

Evan was helpless and could only touch his nose, "Well, I guess I'm being presumptuous."

With that, he began to organize his bedding.

But before he could finish organizing, the cell door opened.

A burly guard stood outside the door, saying in a cold tone, "Evan Adam, Jell Flake, welding class is about to begin."

"Hey, officer, I just got to my cell, my butt hasn't even warmed the seat yet!" Evan couldn't help but protest.

It felt like being told on your first day at work that you needed to write a post-mortem document for a client.

How could there be no buffer time at all!

But the guard didn't consider his feelings at all and waved his baton, "Don't dawdle. If you don't study, then you'll have to sleep standing up tonight."

"Fine." Evan had no choice but to get up and follow Flake to the classroom.

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