Blackstone Code Chapter 1338: It’s all over
Bang...
Kosai swirled in the air and flew into the school gate. He was actually lucky.
If he was standing against the wall, maybe just for a moment, and he would have to return to the embrace of God.
He stood in the door frame, and the huge impact of the car just knocked him away. Of course, the injury was serious, but at least he still had a little hope of survival.
"No...!"
Four or five seconds after the crash, Cosey's mother, the warden's wife, realized what had happened.
She felt as if her tendon had been pulled out by something in an instant, and her whole body was paralyzed.
But soon enough, in a very...indescribable way, she was crawling on her hands and feet like a dog toward her son.
She can't stand up anymore, crawling over is the only thing a mother can imagine to do at this time!
The warden also reacted, he quickly helped his wife, and the two quickly ran towards Kesai.
The campus is also in chaos, no one would have thought that such a terrible thing would happen on such an important day in this life.
People look at Cosse with some fear.
There may be some discomfort, but it's not much. What they fear is not that Kesai will die, be disabled, or get injured.
What they fear is that people are too fragile.
They are also vulnerable, just like... Cosey is vulnerable, which makes them a little worried, worried about themselves.
Teachers, students, including the principal ran over.
This is a private campus, and the annual tuition fee can make ordinary people pull out their eyeballs.
If Cosey were really dead, or disabled, the investors on the school board would screw the head of the school management!
They are similar to the students, what they care about is not whether Kesai can live well, what they care about is...the school's reputation and admissions don't have some trouble because of this.
But no matter what the purpose, people's wish is good at this time, and that is to hope that Cosey is okay.
Case lay on the ground and rolled over, his body twitching from time to time.
His eyes stared at the blue sky, and the dazzling sunlight that was not so long ago is no longer so dazzling.
He has a desire to vomit. Human instinct subconsciously suppresses the urge to vomit temporarily through swallowing.
He remembers... he is signing a mailing order, which is the rule of the post office. It is like some valuable items that must be signed by someone.
He wrote good handwriting, cursive.
It is said that many of those in the Holy Harmony Association like cursive characters, and this way of writing can also improve their image to a certain extent.
He has developed the habit of starting from the first letter, writing it seriously, until... flying by himself.
It's all so fast!
It's too late to react!
His eyes rolled weakly, and he saw his father.
In his not so long life, the warden has always been the hero in his life, yes, the warden is a hero to Kesai!
He propped up a world for his family, allowing him to have a good life and receive a stricter and higher-standard education in private schools.
He never yelled at himself or beat himself, he was very patient.
Sometimes during the holidays, the father and son would travel together. They had fished in the middle of the lake and slid down the snowy mountains on snowboards.
They have been swimming and diving in tourist resorts, and they have also been logging in deep mountains and snow forests to keep warm...
Everything from the past flashed through his mind quickly. He wanted to express something, but he couldn't.
His body feels like it's out of control, he doesn't know why he's so powerless about his body, he hates it, he wants to banish it!
He saw his mother again, he wanted to raise his hand to wipe the tears from her face, he wanted to tell her that everything would be ok.
He still couldn't do it, he could only watch his mother cry sadly.
He saw his girlfriend, she was so worried about herself, she was in pain all the time, and they had a bad fight over some small things before.
Now it seems that she loves herself, otherwise she would not cry so sad, so sad!
Teachers, classmates, principals...
Cosey wasn't the best in school, nor was he the best from his family background, just above average.
Never before has he been surrounded by everyone like he is now, he's the center of everyone, this feeling...
The desire to vomit is transmitted to the central nervous system again, and this time the desire is stronger.
He tried to continue fighting the urge to vomit by swallowing, but this time, he failed...
"Pfft..."
A mouthful of blood spurted out, it was spray.
His swallowing action clashed with the backflow in his stomach, and something choked into his windpipe.
He coughed as something upwelled his windpipe.
Instinct cough, there is no way to control it, he can't actually do anything, but he still has the strength to cough at this time!
A big mouthful of blood spurted out little by little, and everyone's expressions froze...
As for Kesai, the cough just now seemed to have exhausted his last strength.
After he spit a few more mouthfuls, he slowly closed his eyes.
I'm so tired... Gu
Take a break.
When you get home... remember to wake me up.
"No!", the warden growled angrily, his whole body was like a boiled lobster, and his body was shaking violently with anger and fear.
His wife has passed out, he runs towards the door quickly, he is going to kill the man who took his child!
The out-of-control car remained in place, with its hood up and smoke billowing from the inside.
The driver was lying on the steering wheel, not knowing if he was alive or dead.
At this time, the nearby patrol and mounted police have come over. In order to ensure the security of the school, the school donates a lot of money to the nearby branch every year.
Of course, the precinct considered issues such as police-civilian cooperation, so they arranged for a lot of police officers to patrol near the school.
The expressions of the police are also very solemn. When they came, the warden had just used the door to remove the deformed car.
At this moment, a stronger smell of alcohol than before drifted out from the cab.
"Damn, how much alcohol did this **** drink?", a mounted police officer shook his head.
What I don't like most about being a cop is these drunk drivers.
They often do stupid things like provoke the police.
They seem to feel like they're in charge of the world under the influence of alcohol, or they sometimes chase other cars.
If that's all there is to it, I wouldn't even dislike or even hate it.
What really makes them a nuisance is that they don't take full responsibility for their actions while intoxicated, and they are sometimes treated lightly.
It's not even a punishment.
The warden grabbed the driver by the hair and pulled him out of the cab, but not completely.
He had one of his legs just inside and appeared to be badly injured, at least his right foot was broken.
After several tugs, the warden slammed his fist into the driver's face.
I don't know if the driver was in a coma or was completely intoxicated. The nostrils bleed from the punch, but he didn't wake up.
The people around hurried up to stop the warden, and the others began to clear the scene to make way for the ambulance that had arrived.
Coser was taken to an ambulance during the rescue.
The hospital's medical equipment is definitely more convenient and effective than the on-site rescue. Sitting in the car, the warden's eyes are full of self-blame and boundless anger.
He knows who did it, it's what the Brothers Grimm did!
He knows it.
He wanted to compromise, but this time, they got it wrong!
They shouldn't do anything to their children and put their families at risk!
Once the kid gets to the hospital, he'll go right back and send Old Fox on his way!
Since he started running a private prison, the warden has taken many lives in his hands.
The first time he killed it was because the **** was unwilling to cooperate with their work, and was constantly provoking management.
It won't be a good job in prison if that stinger doesn't keep his head down.
There are only two kinds of people who can go to a private prison.
The first type is the rich and powerful, they go to private prisons to enjoy the happiness.
In addition to not being able to go out casually - they can go out if they need to.
Except for a little bit of restraint in terms of freedom, living in a private prison ~IndoMTL.com~ is actually no different from living in a villa!
The second type is the felon, which is at least twenty or thirty years old and limited in commutation.
These people are cheap labor and don't need to be paid, as long as they don't starve to death.
No one will ever say you're doing something wrong here.
Why do private prisons make money?
In addition to the rich to enjoy prison life, the main thing is to squeeze from the labor force of these prisoners.
One thousand felons, each of them can contribute about 1780 yuan to more than 200 yuan to the prison every month. After removing various costs, they can contribute to the warden's bank every month. The account contributes 30,000 to 50,000 yuan.
This is still the value of a thousand people, not counting other income.
A private prison with two or three thousand inmates, plus those who come on vacation, is not difficult at all to make a monthly income of one hundred thousand.
Of course, this means that everyone is as obedient as possible.
If anyone is disobedient, soon everyone will be on the opposite side of the prison.
You must know that these prisoners they "bought" are all serious criminals, and many of them may have killed people!
So in any case, the first priority is to press down all the thorns.
When he frantically beat the young man in his twenties with a stick and accidentally hit him in the head, he killed for the first time in his life.
That young man... is in his early twenties.
That guy...has been hung up for a long time, and his head, which was always raised, suddenly dropped.
He didn't notice that a stick hit the back of his head, and then nosebleeds gushed out from his nostrils, mouth, ears...
Murder is actually not difficult.
He'll make old Fox and his men pay!