PRI Chapter 8: A Big Surprise

As soon as George entered the office, he asked, "Edward, how's the strike situation?"

Lind looked up and snorted coldly, "Don't mention those greedy bastards. I won't agree to their conditions. At worst, I'll replace all these guards."

"Edward, you can't be so reckless in doing things." George spread his hands and advised, "Why don't you leave this matter to me? I'll handle it."

You'll handle it?

Are you sure you're not planning to add fuel to the fire?

Lind sneered inwardly and said, "You have a point, but there's something more important right now. George, I need your help."

"What is it?" George asked curiously.

Lind looked troubled, "I just received a call from the state Department of Corrections. They asked me whether there had been any riots in the prison recently. Damn it, it must have been those employees who want to strike that leaked it."

"This is serious, Edward. If not handled properly, our prison could be shut down." George stood up, pretending to be shocked.

If it weren't for being able to see this guy's loyalty rating, Lind might have actually believed he was worried about the prison.

"Exactly. The DOC will send an inspector soon, along with a special operations team." Lind crossed his hands on the desk.

Generally speaking, when major violent incidents occur in prisons, they need to be reported to the DOC promptly, dispatching special operations teams to suppress them.

Logically, this wouldn't affect the prison's operations, at most just a period of martial law.

But Border Prison was somewhat different. When Old Edward first established the prison, he faced many risks and pressures.

After all, the prison was located in Val Verde County, north of the Grande River, facing Mexico across the river.

It could be said that Old Edward had established a prison on the U.S.-Mexico border.

And this wasn't 2006 yet, there was no Secure Fence Act, and naturally no border wall.

If not managed properly, this place would inevitably become a breeding ground for illegal immigrants and criminals.

So if opponents learned that riots had occurred in the prison, they would definitely question the prison's operations.

This was why Lind didn't want to report it.

The prison had riots with its first batch of prisoners, wouldn't that indicate very poor management capabilities?

Of course, he wasn't the only one doing this kind of cover-up.

The famous Corrections Corporation of America (CCA) often under-reported incidents. For example, twelve assault incidents in two months would become five in their reports.

Prisoners who clearly died from violent incidents would be reported as deaths from illness.

There were too many such cases.

They did this because too many violent incidents would affect the company's reputation, government credibility, and stock prices.

Anyway, CCA always claimed to be committed to reforming criminals into better people, while secretly increasing political lobbying funds.

Lind remembered from reports that CCA's lobbying funds reached twenty-five million dollars annually.

With so much money, how many headphones would the damn prisoners have to produce?

So expecting American capitalists to have a conscience was like expecting blacks to become masters.

After all, when money was gone, it could be earned again. When conscience was gone, even more could be earned.

Lind continued, "So, George, I need you to go to Huntsville and find this inspector at the state Department of Corrections to establish some connections in advance."

Huntsville was located in eastern Texas, with eleven departments of different security levels managing prison affairs throughout the state.

But Huntsville was over 600 kilometers from Val Verde County, a nine-hour drive.

So George was quite hesitant.

A round trip would take at least two days, and guards couldn't use phones during work hours. If something happened at the prison during this time, he wouldn't be able to intervene.

Seeing his expression, Lind frowned earnestly, "George, I only trust you now. You've been in the prison system the longest and have the most experience."

"I don't need you to convince the inspector for me. Just help me deliver a gift to him. I'm sure he won't refuse."

As he spoke, he handed George a box.

"When you get to the Department of Corrections, call me. I'll have someone take you to find the inspector."

Having said this much, George couldn't refuse anymore.

He could only nod, "Alright, Edward. I'll help you deliver it to him, but don't get your hopes up too much."

George thought to himself that you still don't know who made the report.

"Don't worry." Lind said happily, "I'll convince the guards in the prison these two days and give them hush money. I'm sure they won't have a problem with money."

"Good that you're prepared."

George picked up the box and opened it, finding a check inside.

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly remembered his original purpose and asked, "By the way, Edward, who was that criminal who pushed you yesterday?"

"It was Flake, that gang dog." Lind said viciously, "I'll have someone teach him a good lesson these days!"

"Alright, don't beat him bloody. It'll be troublesome if the inspector sees it."

George shrugged, thinking to himself that Casas was right after all.

In that case, Negan couldn't die too quickly. It would be best if he died after the inspector arrived.

He needed to remind Casas before leaving.

Lind personally saw George to the door, then stood by the window waiting.

Only when he saw the pickup truck driving away from the prison in the distance did he smile and say softly, "You'll be very surprised when you return."

What Huntsville, what delivering checks to inspectors.

These were all lies he had made up.

In fact, the state Department of Corrections's inspection team would arrive at Border Prison the day after tomorrow.

He deliberately sent George away to prevent this guy from interfering with the inspection.

After all, all the guards in the prison had been interviewed and hired by George. He had spent more time with everyone and had better relationships.

If something happened, everyone would habitually look for George first.

As for whether George would tell Lind...

Was there any need to think about this? One loyalty point was enough to prove everything.

Moreover, yesterday under the threat of beating, Negan Sado had told everything.

He said Casas Rake was the mastermind behind the riot incident. He held a knife and threatened Negan to join.

He also told him to mention Flake's name when questioned.

Because this guy wasn't afraid of Casas and wouldn't bow down, like a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard.

Negan also said that among the minor criminals, many were Casas's underlings.

They were all Mexican gang members who stuck together in prison and bullied other prisoners.

This was why everyone had to join the riot.

If they didn't participate, they would be beaten or even injured.

Later, Negan also said there were problems between George and Casas.

Because he often saw the two going to the laundry room, supposedly for work, but each time Negan could smell cigarette smoke on Casas.

Learning this news and recalling George's panicked appearance in the laundry room yesterday, Lind naturally confirmed his suspicions.

George had colluded with Casas and planned the riot.

Since Casas was a Mexican gang member, George's ass probably wasn't clean either.

Either the two had the same boss behind them, or Casas had bribed George with money.

But regardless, Lind had already marked these two guys as dead men in his heart.

Now he just needed to handle the inspection matter, then he could free his hands to deal with them both.

Thinking of this, Lind turned around and called HR to fire Coady and Faith.

Currently, besides himself, the prison had 7 guards, 1 HR person, 1 deputy warden, and 2 cooks.

After firing these two, there would be 9 people left.

Guards were easy to replace, but losing a cook was more troublesome.

Fortunately, people had already inquired about the job postings Lind had made yesterday. The earliest could come for interviews this afternoon.

After handling these matters, Lind looked at the task panel again. The task of solving the strike problem had been completed.

The task reward, sedative spray, had also appeared in his cabinet.

However, it was different from what he had imagined.

The entire sedative spray canister was about 41 centimeters long, 13 centimeters wide, and weighed up to 2 kilograms.

Looking at the huge orange canister, Lind clicked his tongue.

This wasn't a spray can, this was clearly a handheld fire extinguisher.

With this thing, he wouldn't be afraid of prisoner riots at all.

The only problem was there were too few, just two canisters.

But thinking about future riot scenarios, Lind couldn't help but grin, "I'll give you all a big surprise then."

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