A five hundred years sentence is just a funny thing. It’s really a big deal. It’s just a shot. It’s either a power chair. It’s useless to have such a sentence that sounds like a long, long sentence. To put it bluntly, it’s life imprisonment.

"Five hundred years, this is really a long enough sentence. Will this prisoner have to bury him here and continue to serve his sentence after he dies?"

After making a joke half-joking and half-serious joke, Yang Yi said casually: "What crime did you commit? Can you be sentenced to five hundred years?"

"I don't know, I only know that he served five hundred years in prison, but I don't know what crime he committed."

Yang Yi shrugged and said, "A prisoner like this must be terrible."

"When I get here, no matter how fierce the person is, he is just a poor person locked, so there is nothing scary, uh, no, someone is really scary."

The prison guard took a sip of cigarettes hard, then said to Yang Yi: "Have you ever hunted?"

"No."

"Then have you ever looked at the beast?"

"Uh, is it a very fierce dog?"

"No, have you ever seen a wolf eating? Or lions, those ferocious predators, the beasts that want to swallow you."

The prison guard lowered his voice and whispered: "I like hunting. I used to hunt bears, a huge brown bear. Once again, I shot a brown bear. It lying on the ground and stopped moving. I and my friends approached to check, but at this time the bear suddenly stood up again and rushed towards me."

Yang Yi said in a shocked look: "Is it okay?"

"Of course it's okay, otherwise how could I still chat with you here? We were prepared for it. After the bear stood up, we immediately shot two more times, but I still remember the look of the bear."

After breathing, the prison guard pointed to a cell and whispered: "There is a beast in it."

Yang Yi's heart beat a few times, but he said with confusion: "What do you mean?"

"There is a guy in there, his name is Wayne, he is really a beast. Believe me, you will understand why I said that when you see him."

Yang Yi took a breath, and then he said in a deep voice: "Has he killed many people?"

"Yes, a lot of people, a lot of people."

"How many? Ten? Twenty?"

The prison guard chuckled, and then he said with disdain, "Twenty? Well, let me tell you that there are at least two hundred people who died at his hands."

Yang Yi was really shocked, and then he said anxiously: "So many? Really fake."

The prison guard wiped his mouth and nodded, "Of course it's true. We have all been warned. You must not be careless when facing this guy. There is no way to count how many people he killed when he was a mercenary in Africa."

Yang Yi gestured with his hand, then whispered: "Are you very burly and big, and you look very cruel?"

"No, you can't imagine what he looks like. When you see his eyes, you will understand why he is called a beast. If you have the chance to see it in the future, you will definitely have a chance."

Yang Yi nodded, and he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it with his feet, then cleaned the ash with a broom and said, "I have to leave, I'll come here again in the afternoon."

"Okay guy, see you back."

Yang Yi pushed his cart away.

Things were going much better than he thought, and he didn't even need to inquire. The boring prison guard told him everything he wanted to know while chatting.

After thinking about it seriously, Yang Yi felt that he should not be anxious, and there was no need to worry. He still had a few months to plan slowly.

The prison guards in the special prison area all looked bored, and the guards seemed to be very relaxed. This is because there has never been a vicious incident since the special prison area was built and put into use. No prisoners tried to escape from prison, nor did they attack the prison guards. Therefore, these prison guards will of course relax. They cannot keep a high enough vigilance against a group of prisoners who have lost their threats for decades.

But then again, the prisoners did not escape from prison or attack the prison guards. It was not because they just didn't want to do this, but there was really no chance.

The special prison area with particularly tight guards prevented the prisoners from escaping, but also protected the prisoners. Yang Yi did not find any opportunities to take advantage of.

Yang Yi put down the tool and then knocked on the door of the prison guard's lounge.

"Come in."

Seeing Yang Yi pushing the door open, Clint said happily: "Why did you come back so long? Someone must have pulled you to chat. Man, have you driven a racing car?"

Yang Yi spread his hands and said, "I have an international A-class racing license, but it should be revoked now. In addition, I once had a 1970 Chevrolet Camaro."

Yang Yi really loves cars, so he almost blurted out that he once had a modified BMW M3, but he changed his words in time and said a classic model that Americans think is.

But Yang Yi found out that he might have said the wrong thing.

Colin widened his eyes in surprise, and then he slapped his chest with both hands and said with his eyes luminous: "I have one too! Man, I have one too!"

Yang Yi was really shocked this time because he was talking nonsense. He didn't expect that Clint would have the same car as such.

Looking at Yang Yi's dull look, Clint laughed and said, "You can't imagine it? But I really have it."

Ruben said, "That's his baby. He just put it in the garage to watch, but he never drives it."

Yang Yi was very worried that Clint would talk to him about the 70s Camaro because he was not interested in this car, so he had no idea about the data. A car fan didn't know that the data of his beloved car was wrong.

After a brief stagnation, Yang Yi looked happy and said loudly: "Is that true? I rarely drive my own Camaro. I mainly drive a BMW m3, which has been heavily modified. I modified it myself, because you know that the prototype of NASCAR racing is too ordinary. I can't afford to drive a car, so I like to watch NASCAR, but I drive an m3..."

Clint also maintained his eyes lit up and said loudly: "Will you change the car? What's your modification plan?"

Speaking of Yang Yi's old career, he said without hesitation: "I have no power to change, but I have modified the air intake, suspension, exhaust, brakes, and of course the appearance."

"Why not change the motivation?"

"Uh, there was no time..."

Clint looked full of regret, and then he spread his hands and said, "I just bought a 78-year-old cobra two months ago. It is not expensive, but the car is not in good condition, so I want to modify it heavily. I am now spending all my rest days in the car room. Do you want to see my car? I don't have photos now, but I can bring it next time."

Yang Yi nodded repeatedly and said with surprise: "Of course I want to see it. I must let me see your baby car next time I come, I can't wait."
Chapter completed!