Every country has a prison, including the "Gentleman Country" in the novel "A New World".

Why set up a prison?

Because criminals need punishment, because there are not only good people but also evil people in the world.

The place I was taken to was a prison called "Alcatraz". After Leicester and the guards on the island were handed over, they boarded the armed jeep with Wilson.

I was pulled out of my wheelchair and carried into a sealed car. Through the sealed car, I saw the convoy driving along the road into a huge castle.

The sound of waves slapping on the reefs kept coming to my ears. There was a surveillance tower on every high ground of the island. I looked up at the night sky and saw a giant devil's face revealed in the night sky.

The giant door made of steel plates kept opening and closing, and I thought silently. The car passed through six gates to inspect it, and drove to a black house in a broken way and stopped.

The strong light on the roof lit up, and I was taken out of the car, brought into the house, pressed on a special iron chair, and re-secured my limbs and neck with a belt.

The cloth cover on my head was torn off again, and I saw a beam of light and quickly closed my eyes again.

Behind an iron desk, two iron chairs were placed. The sound of military boots stomping on the ground came into my ears from outside. A prison officer wearing a black Napoleon-style leather hat walked in, pulled the chair and sat down, and reached out to signal the other person to sit down.

Lester sat next to the prison officer, and Wilson and another prison guard stood behind me.

"Let me introduce you. This is Sheriff Mess, the prison officer of Alcatraz!" Lester introduced. The prison officer sitting opposite me had a wide forehead, a strand of curly black hair poked out from under the brim of the hat, a pair of blue eyes were like copper bells, a brown face was like a knife, a huge nose and thick lips, and a row of short beards were left on the lower jaw like steel needles.

The man was tall and yelled in heavy Chinese: "They are all used to calling me Sheriff Satan, you are Chinese, do you believe in God?"

I nodded, "Satan means the devil in the Bible, look at my face!" He turned his head. A scar continued from the root of his right ear to his jaw.

"A scum attempted to peel off my entire face, but I peeled off his face. He is still waiting to die in a cell in this prison. Welcome to Alcatraz Island, I am the prison officer here, Mess!" Mess told me.

He spoke Chinese very fluently, which surprised me.

"You must be surprised why my Chinese is so fluent, right?" He questioned me and continued, "That's because my grandfather, father and uncle were all killed by you Chinese, especially my uncle was killed by a Taoist priest."

My mouth was sealed with tape and I couldn't respond loudly.

"On Alcatraz Island, prisoners have only two ways to leave here. One is to get permission from their superiors to leave, and the other is to leave ashes."

Satan's prison officer introduced himself, and Lester interrupted: "Mr. Yuan is an iron warrior!"

"What I hate the most is the steel warrior, this is the furnace of steel!" Satan roared, and the wrinkles on his face began to shine. He signaled the prison guard to tear open the tape from my mouth, and I gasped, but felt a strong sense of violence in the air here.

Satan said to me, "I will call you Iron Warrior, iro!"

The prison guard untied the leather hood on my limbs and pulled me out of the chair. I kicked the iron chair over, and the chair hit the iron desk, making a crisp impact.

Sheriff Satan stood up and said it was not important and walked straight out of the room.

At dawn, I was taken into a cell number 9748. The prison guard who was escorting me through the door hole in the iron gate said to me in Chinese: "The prison officer specially opened a small stove for you, enjoy it slowly, Iron Warrior!"

It seems that the prison guards here can understand Chinese, and some can speak Chinese, so communication is no longer a problem, but how long should I stay here? How can I leave?

The cell was very simple, just a camp bed with a broken straw mat on it and no bedding pillows. I was barefoot, and my toes that had just kicked over the chair began to turn red and swollen. I suspected that my toes had broken.

I sat on the bed, covering the toes of my left foot, enduring the pain. Perhaps sleeping can make people forget the pain, so I lay down on the straw mat and closed my eyes to fall asleep.

This time my soul and body were not separated, but I saw a black air emitted from my body. The black air gradually faded and the pain disappeared. A golden light enveloped my body. When the golden light dimmed, a crisp ringtone woke me up.

I seemed to be back in middle school years. I was boarding in the school dormitory every morning by the ringtone of getting up, then put on my clothes and wash up, and lined up in front of the teaching building and went to the playground to run five major laps. During the running, the head teachers and teachers of each class had to check the number of people.

Although I have been away from the campus for many years, I still sat up from the bed and rubbed my eyes. The iron door was brutally bumped: "Iron Soldier, it's time to get up and melt!" The prison guard who escorted me to the cell started calling me.

The prison door opened, and I slowly walked out of the prison door, followed him to the square, and started line up with other prisoners. After the team was lined up, I opened my eyes and was immediately scared by the scene in front of me.

The large playground of this football field has become an orange ocean, with different figures and at least thousands of strange-shaped prisoners. I am a white leaf in this orange ocean.

I heard a faint strange laughter coming from around me. In front was a wall-like body, on the left was a bald man, one head taller than me, with a pair of triangular eyes slanted, showing a weird smile, and on the right was a black man with short hair, grinning, showing a sharp white teeth.

Someone was poking my back, and I turned my head and saw an ugly head. This guy was lower than me, but I smelled a foul smell from him. The man's skin was dark, with some Indian A San's blood, and his beard was like a barb.

"you,is    you,e     here!" I heard someone shouting in front of me, and looked in the voice.

On the stairs leading to the second floor stood Satan's jail officer and two prison guards, and behind them stood an old man wearing glasses, squinted his eyes and holding a black book.

"It's you, the steel warrior, come up!" The prison guard ordered me.

I pushed the prisoners away and walked towards the stairs, and the prisoners laughed sarcastically, "iron     soldiers!"

Under the stairs, I looked up at the prison officer and two prison guards.

"Behind you are ordinary prisoners here, and they have to admit that they are extremely sinful and extremely vicious. They cannot change their sins here, but they can suppress their sins!" Satan said to me.

I immediately asked, "What crime did I commit and was detained here?"

“you        the   politiers!”

The old man behind them opened his eyes and looked at me, and the prison officer reported to him: "the    warden, the  spy    is     from     a.”

The old man looked down at me and said slowly in Chinese: "Come on, child, give your body to me, and give your soul to God. When your life is over, your ashes can be returned to your hometown for burial!"
Chapter completed!