PRI Chapter 4: Inspecting the Prison

The extraction results quickly appeared before Lind's eyes.

B-level guard [James White].

Skill [Intermediate Combat].

Skill [Intermediate Marksmanship].

Skill [Basic Weakness Assessment].

Besides these good items, the rest were miscellaneous props.

Such as tear gas, batons, pepper spray, and the like.

Lind didn't pay attention to those props and first focused on the B-level guard's attributes.

[James White]

[Identity: Former Wayne Prison Supervisor]

[Rating: 41 (Level B)]

[Loyalty: 50 (Initial value)]

[Skills: Intermediate Driving, Advanced Combat, Advanced Marksmanship, Intermediate Interrogation]

After viewing the character panel, another prompt appeared.

[Extracted characters will never betray, but low loyalty will cause passive resistance, affecting work efficiency.]

[New professions or characteristics can be unlocked when loyalty reaches maximum value]

"Now that's more like it!" After reading, Lind slapped his thigh.

The prison needed this kind of talent, not turncoats like George.

Simply put, the loyalty of extracted characters only related to work efficiency and obedience, but they would never betray any of Lind's interests.

Even if he drew a character with 0 loyalty, they would at most slack off and not work, being a salary thief.

However, extracted characters couldn't appear out of thin air, because characters didn't just materialize from nothing. More precisely, the system secretly influenced these capable people, making them join Border Prison.

So Lind still needed to post relevant recruitment information within the character's living area for them to see before he could hire them.

Lind looked at the address and found that James White lived in Val Verde County, where Border Prison was located.

So he immediately found the newspaper's phone number from old Edward's phone book, called them, and paid to publish prison recruitment information in the newspaper.

After hanging up, he looked at the skill cards he had drawn.

Skill cards could be used on himself or on others.

If used on himself, when he drew new higher-level skill cards of the same type later, he could replace them again.

For example, he could replace Intermediate Marksmanship with Advanced Marksmanship, and the replaced skill could still be used on others.

But if used on others from the start, there was no way to replace them.

So Lind thought about it and used all the skill cards on himself.

Soon, training-related memories emerged from his mind and were absorbed by Lind.

At the same time, the muscle memory of related skills also merged into his body.

Lind shook his neck, stood up, and threw quick punches while bobbing his head.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Looking in the mirror, every punch's form was very standard.

If others saw it, they would think Lind had definitely undergone two years of formal combat training.

After testing his combat skills, he took out old Edward's beloved Colt M1911 pistol and played with it.

There was no awkwardness at all, reloading and aiming flowed smoothly.

Lind estimated his current familiarity with firearms was about the same as ordinary soldiers who had served in the military.

He opened his attribute panel.

[Lind Edward]

[Identity: Warden]

[Rating: 34 (Level C)]

[Skills: Intermediate Combat, Intermediate Marksmanship, Advanced Horsemanship, Intermediate Driving, Basic Weakness Assessment]

"Horsemanship actually reached advanced level." Lind clicked his tongue in wonder. How many horses did he have to ride to reach this level? So enviable.

Intermediate Driving went without saying, it was an essential skill for all Americans.

The newly drawn weakness assessment allowed him to see one random weakness of criminals on the panel.

This skill was undoubtedly very practical.

After reviewing his skills, Lind opened the drawer and took out the props he had extracted one by one.

The system setting was that wherever he drew, props would appear in drawers or cabinets near him.

So Lind didn't need to worry about others seeing a pile of things appear out of nowhere.

After putting the tear gas in the cabinet, he put on a brown coat and walked downstairs alone, planning to take a walk around the prison.

This was his first time inspecting his own prison.

Not the vague impressions from memory, but personally touching the rough bricks and stones, seeing everything around the prison with his own eyes.

Lind walked out of the building with excitement and stood in the snow.

Val Verde County, where Border Prison was located, was shrouded in layers of mist during winter.

Within the thin fog, the prison's concrete buildings crouched on the ground like impenetrable giant stones.

The watchtower stood silently to one side, but there were no guards inside.

The barbed wire on both nearby sides extended into the fog with no end in sight.

The unconverted military base in the distance was faintly visible.

Lind walked while recalling the prison's layout.

Border Prison currently consisted of three major areas: the cell block, the exercise yard, and the factory area.

The factory area wasn't opened yet because it lacked assembly line equipment.

The exercise yard wasn't opened because guards didn't dare let prisoners out casually after the riot.

So the prisoners were all currently staying in the cell block, which was an independent building with cells arranged in a radial layout, supervised by a central monitoring station.

Generally, cell blocks would be divided into different areas according to criminals' risk levels.

Financially powerful companies like CCA would put different cell blocks in different buildings.

But old Edward didn't have that financial capability, so he could only divide floors 2 through 4 into low-risk, medium-risk, and high-risk cell blocks respectively.

Related facilities like the cafeteria, medical room, and solitary confinement were on the first floor of the cell block.

After viewing the building, Lind walked around the exercise yard to the main gate.

Near the guard house, he could see a large sign standing on one side of the road.

The sign had the letters "BP" printed on both sides, which was the abbreviation for Border Prison.

"This is really desolate."

Lind felt the burden on his shoulders had grown considerably. Filling this empty prison and making all prisoners work frantically wouldn't be easy.

But precisely because it wasn't easy, it was challenging.

Thinking about how he would own a large group of legally mandated "slaves" in the future, Lind couldn't help but grin and smile.

"Alright, inspection complete. Time to think about serious matters."

The serious matter he mentioned was naturally last night's riot.

This concerned his life and death.

He was very clear that last night's riot definitely hid some conspiracy.

To figure it out, he needed to find the prisoner who had attacked him.

There was also George. Whose man this guy was also deserved investigation.

Especially whether George's involvement in old Edward's death needed to be clarified.

If George was just a simple turncoat, then firing him would suffice.

But if someone was behind him, colluding with prisoners and planning riots, Lind definitely couldn't let him go.

Lind was definitely not a good-tempered person. He held grudges. Whoever wanted to kill him, he would kill first.

But Lind couldn't act personally, and even if he did, he couldn't be seen.

After all, this wasn't Mexico, where killing was as convenient as squashing ants.

He didn't want to go from warden to prisoner.

So Lind briefly calculated his next plan in his mind.

First, he needed to dig out the cause and mastermind of yesterday's riot from the prisoners.

Second, he needed to investigate whether George or other guards were involved in the riot, as well as the cause of old Edward's death.

Finally, eliminate them.

After understanding these points, Lind felt his mind clear.

Indeed, cold air was conducive to thinking.

Lind breathed out several puffs of mist and stepped through the snow back to the building.

In the afternoon, after finishing his meal in the office, he called George to his office.

"I want to go see the cell block," he said.

"What?" George looked surprised and reached out to dissuade him.

"Edward, you can't go. Those prisoners get as excited as if they'd smoked marijuana when they see you! And you just got injured, you should rest well."

He hadn't expected that just one day after the riot, Lind would dare go to the cell block.

Lind waved his hand, "Don't I still have you, George? Don't worry, I'm just going to take a look around. I want those motherless bastards to know that even if they riot, they can't do anything to me."

At this point, he showed a fierce expression, as if he had made a big decision.

"Alright, alright. Edward, since you insist, then I'll protect you. With me here, those guys won't touch a hair on your head."

George shook his head and sighed, appearing concerned.

Actually, he was inwardly mocking Lind's naivety and fierce appearance but cowardly heart.

Those were murderers. How could they fear a young warden?

Still wanting to establish authority in front of prisoners, he could only say he was still too young.

He secretly wondered if he should arrange in advance for some prisoner to rush out of their cell and give this young warden a cruel lesson.

But Lind didn't give him this time. After speaking, he immediately pulled George downstairs.

When they reached the cell block entrance, the guarding guards were all somewhat surprised to see Lind.

"Warden!"

They saluted Lind, curiously looking at the back of his head, seemingly wanting to know why the warden could be unharmed after falling from the third floor.

"Open the cell block. Carter, Cohen, get your equipment and come in with me." George found two young guards and, after bringing batons and pepper spray, continued, "Remember, don't fight! Even if those prisoners point at your nose and curse, you can't fight back, understand! We are police, we must obey the law! If you get angry, bang on the cell door and tell them to get back, understood!"

After warning the two men, George led the way into the cell block.

"Clang clang clang!"

As soon as Lind's footsteps crossed into the corridor, he immediately heard harsh banging sounds and bursts of mocking laughter.

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