PRI Chapter 11: Texas TV

The knife found during the search of Casas's cell was a paring knife.

The blade and handle were separated and hidden very secretly, one in the book cover and the other inside the bedding.

If James hadn't specifically instructed beforehand, Cohen might have overlooked it.

In fact, before James arrived, George's searches of the cells had been quite perfunctory.

When the guards asked him about it, he would smile and say, "This is the first batch of criminals brought in, how could they possibly have had a chance to hide anything? Save your energy."

Following his lead, when the deputy warden said this, the other guards naturally complied and relaxed their vigilance.

As a result, in just half an hour, the things found were shocking.

There were 20 grams of marijuana hidden in the toilet, 15 ecstasy pills hidden in toothpaste, and three small knives hidden under pillows.

Besides that, things like cocoa powder, peanut butter, cookies, candy, and butter were also not uncommon.

These should be snacks the prisoners had stolen for themselves while helping in the kitchen.

After everything was searched out, Lind looked at the knives on the ground and fell into thought.

[Sudden Challenge: You believe this is a good opportunity to reorganize the guard team and unite them as one.]

[Please begin your speech. Upon success, reward: Basic Speech Eloquence]

Lind glanced around, then said to the guards who had finished searching and reassembled, "Look at these things."

"Imagine if one day, you and a certain prisoner are arguing. You're arguing very intensely, and then you try to control him with your baton."

"Just then, he pulls out a knife..." Lind held up the knife in front of everyone.

"What do you think would happen?"

Following the warden's line of thought, the guards' breathing suddenly stopped.

Lind released his grip, and the small knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound, "Would these prisoners spare your lives because you have wives and children?"

"Or would they shake hands and make peace with you because of your shared faith in God?"

The guards shook their heads one after another.

Lind's voice suddenly rose, "That's right, what law, what human rights, they don't give a damn about any of that! As long as they have a knife in their hands, they can take your life at will! At worst, they'll just spend another ten years in prison!"

"These are criminals! This is why they're locked up inside while we stay outside to supervise them!"

"So do you want to entrust your lives to a bunch of criminals?"

"No!" the guards answered in unison.

Lind shouted, "Then stand up straight! Raise the batons in your hands! Let them know what rules really are!"

"If they dare reach out, break their hands!"

"If they dare curse, smash their mouths!"

"If they dare hide things, make them suffer!"

"If you don't want to be pushed around by these prisoners, if you don't want to be intimidated by them, then show some spirit and be strict!"

"In prison, gentle persuasion will only make prisoners push their luck!"

"Only being tough can make those bullies who prey on the weak understand who's really in charge here!"

"If anything happens, I'll take responsibility!"

"Do you understand!"

"We understand!"

Seeing the flames growing stronger in the guards' eyes, Lind nodded and continued, "I now announce that Deputy Warden George is demoted to ordinary guard due to poor management. From today on, you only listen to James and my orders."

"Yes, Warden!"

[Challenge Completed]

[Basic Speech Eloquence Acquired]

[Basic Speech Eloquence Learned]

[Basic Speech Eloquence: Loyalty increase effect +20% during speeches]

"Very good." Lind nodded with satisfaction.

Although these people would eventually be replaced, it wasn't something that could happen overnight.

He couldn't wait for everything to be perfectly prepared before taking action.

Moreover, prisons required more attention to spiritual civilization building than other places.

Otherwise, when guards and prisoners colluded, the losses would be even greater.

Lind didn't want to see guards helping prisoners transport drugs, or prisoners raping guards.

The two sides must maintain clear boundaries!

This was the bottom line!

At this time, George was driving toward Huntsville.

"Fuck, why isn't Young Edward answering his phone?"

George put down his phone, feeling the bumps beneath his buttocks, and muttered to himself, "I don't know how that idiot is doing now, probably still having a headache about the strike, hehe."

Speaking of which, he picked up the check and glanced at it, "Quite a generous amount, what a pity..."

He shook his head, regretting that he couldn't keep the money for himself.

Then he turned on the radio, listening to his favorite country music while driving.

...

Meanwhile.

"When the prisoners return, put all those who hid knives in solitary confinement!" After Lind finished speaking, the guards didn't hesitate and nodded decisively.

If everyone had thought the warden was too brutal after seeing Lind's violent actions before, now that weapons threatening their lives were laid out before them, everyone felt the warden was still too merciful.

They had clearly followed Deputy Warden George's management approach, maintaining a mind-your-own-business attitude with the prisoners.

But look, these guys were secretly hiding drugs and knives. Did they just have a collecting hobby?

Obviously not.

Perhaps at some point, this knife would be thrust into their chests, sending them to meet God.

Given this, why should they show prisoners a friendly face?

In fact, all the guards at Border Prison had been personally recruited by George. They were basically locals from Val Verde County, some had worked as salespeople, some as firefighters.

None had previously worked as guards.

Therefore, they were completely unclear and unknowledgeable about how to treat and manage prisoners, relying entirely on George's word.

Moreover, when the state Department of Corrections wanted to send instructors to train the guard team, George had refused.

So when the riot occurred, each of them was confused, not knowing how to handle it, leading to Young Edward's misfortune.

Now, after the new warden awakened, he used practical actions to tell them how to deal with and handle criminals.

He was also willing to bear the consequences for everyone.

This gave everyone a backbone and allowed them to make comparisons in their hearts.

Of course, some people weren't quite used to such intense rhetoric.

But at least for now, everyone was temporarily united.

Ten minutes later, the prisoners who had finished bathing lined up and returned to the prison area.

However, what greeted them were their cells turned upside down and various contraband items that had been searched out.

"What happened!"

"These stupid pigs actually dared to mess with my bed!"

"Fuck!"

Although the prisoners cursed and complained, there was inevitably some panic in their expressions, especially Casas and his few followers.

"Damn, where did George go!"

Casas cursed under his breath, feeling that things were becoming troublesome.

Immediately after, "Tom, Clay, Frank, Casas."

Lind called out names one by one, "Unfortunately, you've temporarily lost your personal freedom. The solitary confinement room will be your new home for the next two days! Hope you have a pleasant stay."

"Take them away!"

The named prisoners had no time to react before they were handcuffed and shackled by the guards, then pushed into solitary confinement.

Later, Lind and James entered Casas's solitary cell together.

Standing at the door, Lind's face was covered by shadows.

"Tell me, who gave you this knife?" He rubbed the blade of the paring knife with his finger.

Casas snorted coldly, "I took it from the kitchen myself."

"What for?"

"To peel apples. Is there a problem?"

"Is that so?" Lind looked at him with a playful expression, "James, do you think he's telling the truth?"

James shook his head, "These guys never tell the truth."

"Then what should we do?"

"Leave it to me, Warden. I can make him tell the truth without injuring him."

Lind asked curiously, "What is it?"

The inspector would be coming soon.

Whether prisoners were being abused was also one of the inspection items.

So this time Lind didn't beat Casas.

However, as an experienced guard, James naturally had corresponding methods.

"Texas TV. I'll demonstrate it for you and you'll understand." James's demonstration naturally didn't involve doing it himself.

Against Casas's resistance, he stripped him completely naked, made him stand facing the wall a few feet away, then handcuffed his hands behind his back, made him lean forward with his forehead against the wall.

Casas and the wall formed a triangle.

This punishment originated from plantation methods for dealing with black people. If slaves weren't obedient and unwilling to work, they would be made to do Texas TV as punishment.

Because there was no injury and it didn't affect the next day's work.

But this kind of punishment was unbearable for most people, even maintaining it for just a few minutes would make the body tremble.

"No matter who it is, standing for 6 hours will make them compliant," James said to Lind.

"Is that so? Then let's wait and see." Lind smiled and looked at Casas, "Stay alert, Casas. Show James just how tough Mexican bones can be."

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