The sun isn't really glaring at all.

The air is much cleaner than the "dirty" air in the prison. Of course, this may also have something to do with the many plants outside the prison.

In order to prevent prisoners from escaping, etc., there are no plants that can cover human figures in the mortal activity area, let alone dense forests.

Although the prisoners take a bath every day, in addition to a lot of labor in the prison, there are all kinds of "fitness time".

The prisoners' body odor is very strong... It should not be said to be smoked!

Sometimes they come head-on, and you can smell a strong body odor with a distance of three to five meters.

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The smell is definitely smelly, but it is not completely smelly. There is also the smell of sweat and a strange smell after personal hygiene has not been cleaned for a long time, and bacteria fermented in the private place!

It smells bad!

This smell pervades every corner of the prison, and it won't disappear just because of the cold weather.

At most it is not as strong as that day!

Michael took a deep breath, he wanted to fill his lungs with fresh air and exhale the damned stale air that belonged in the prison!

Twelve years in prison...

He doesn't know how to describe it, but in short, he is not what he used to be!

For more than ten years, they belong to serious criminals, and most of them are detained in "official heavy prisons" directly under the Bureau of Prisons.

Of course there are very few private heavy prisons, but those are very few.

For the heinous criminals, the federal judiciary does not leave much leeway.

In prison, Michael mastered some good life skills, such as pedaling a sewing machine, threading wires, proficiently using a soldering iron to solder various small electrical appliances, and blacksmithing.

It's not as much work here as in a private prison, but it's not too little.

Ten hours of labor every day makes everyone exhausted, and only after dinner does everyone have a relatively long private time of their own.

Who are the people around him?

Psycho serial killers, gang leaders, cult leaders, criminals against humanity, and ogres.

It's like **** inside, everyone has hideous faces.

Those who have never been inside will never imagine that there are so many "evil" in this world and society!

The reason why he was able to persevere was all because of missing his son and his wife.

Fortunately, he came out!

He escaped from hell!

He pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took out one from it.

Every now and then, the classic cheapest one costs just over one yuan outside, but twenty yuan in prison.

With one month's wages, you can only buy five packs, but fortunately at least there are still cigarettes to smoke.

Cigarettes were also an important thing for him to spend the most difficult time.

Cheap tobacco and nicotine hit the throat directly from the **** of the cigarette, and the substantial feeling and nicotine it brings satisfy the body's urgent needs.

"Huh...", he raised his head, and slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth, as if his whole body had been reborn!

There is a bus stop opposite the prison. There are two buses passing by at 10:15 am and 3:15 pm every day, and there are only two buses every day.

If you miss the evening shift, you can only find a place to rest at the prison gate.

Fortunately, most of the prison releases are in the morning, and there is also time to take the morning bus.

Not long after, a bus with a somewhat worn-out appearance stopped at the bus stop. The driver glanced at Michael and said nothing.

Not all criminals can change their minds after they are released from prison, some people will become even more evil and terrifying!

The driver didn't intend to communicate with Michael, he pointed to the coin acceptor, and Michael took out two ten cent coins and put them in.

It was only fifteen cents, but he had no nickels.

He found an empty seat, sat down, and as the bus drove slowly on the uneven ground, the bumpy body was like a cradle in grandma's house, making people drowsy.

Someone in the car had fallen asleep and was still snoring.

But Michael doesn't, he's excited right now.

Seeing his wife and children is what he desires most.

"Will they still remember me?"

"Can you recognize me the first time?"

Some smiles appeared on Michael's face unconsciously. He liked his son very much. When he was a child, he often played the game of police catching bad guys with him.

At that time, he always played the bad guy and let his son play the cop.

His son also said that he wants to be a policeman when he grows up.

Thinking about it now, he should also work in the police station, right?

He didn't consider other possibilities. Director Johnson still has a little influence in Sabine City.

To get his son into the police station, it's just a phone call to him, even if he's retired!

Michael thought of many other things, and he thought of something about what he should do.

The federal government and the federal society are not as lenient in treating ex-prisoners as people think. Almost all enterprises and more than 90% of small shops are unwilling to accept ex-prisoners.

This is related to the gang culture of the Federation!

In the Federation, it can be said that more than 80% of the inmates have a gang background. Regardless of whether it is a large company or a small business, they are unwilling to come into contact with things and people related to the gang.

This can spell trouble for their operations.

And those super-large enterprises that are not afraid of gang harassment do not need to accept ex-prisoners at all. They have enough capital to select the top talents they need in society.

Not ex-offenders who just got out of prison and probably still have lice on them.

"Maybe I can do something myself..."

"Establish a small construction team?"

he thought.

He can also get access to outside information in the prison. Although he doesn't fully know the current situation of the Federation, he probably knows a little bit.

It was a good time, when there was sure to be a place to make a living if one would work.

He didn't want to humble himself to survive, he thought it would be no problem to find a few inmates to work for others.

There are similar jobs in the prison, such as mixing cement and so on, and he can do some of them.

Just when he was full of fantasies about outsiders and thinking about his future life, the bus had already driven into the city.

This is still York State, but it's not Sabine, which doesn't have a heavy prison.

To return to Sabine City, he still needs to take the train, but it only takes a few hours.

He has about two hundred yuan in his pocket, which he has accumulated over the past twelve years of hard work.

Some strangers bought tickets, and he chose a remote compartment to hide in the corner.

He felt that he was out of place in this world, but he was full of expectations.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, with the opening of the pressure relief valve, there was a chirping sound, and the surrounding area of ​​the train was filled with hot air, and Sabine City arrived.

He looked timidly at the "Sabine City" on the stop sign outside, beat his chest, gave himself some courage, and got out of the car.

There was still some time, but he didn't intend to go back now.

He is going to stay in a hotel for one night, take a shower, change into new clothes, shave his beard, and cut his hair. He wants to welcome his family with a brand new look!

This night is very long!

I kept turning my body and couldn't sleep. There was a lot of random thinking, no clue, and it wouldn't stop.

It wasn't until late at night that he fell asleep in a daze.

Early the next morning, he put on new clothes and walked towards the house in his memory.

The security guard in the community has changed to another person, and when he saw Michael, he stopped him from going in.

He was not allowed to enter until it was found out that he was a resident here.

There are also many new faces in the community. Even some old neighbors don't recognize Michael after twelve years in prison.

He walked to his house, prepared a lot of words, but through the glass on the door, he looked at the glass reflecting his old appearance.

He was a little hesitant and a little scared.

In such a dazed moment, he gritted his teeth and knocked on the door.

"Who's there?" A female voice came from the room, sounding very young and unfamiliar.

Michael wondered if it was his wife's voice, he hadn't heard it in ten years.

"I'm back...", Michael raised his voice slightly.

"You didn't have the key?"

The door opened quickly, and a girl with a towel wrapped around her head stood inside the door. The two looked at each other, and the girl almost screamed and closed the door, "Damn it, who are you looking for?"

"I don't know you, you'd better leave, or I'm going to call the police!"

Michael was stunned for a moment, he had never seen this girl before, "Are you... little Michael's girlfriend?"

"I'm his father, my name is Michael, I just came out yesterday!"

The girl in the room was indeed his son's girlfriend. The girl was a little surprised, but she didn't decide to open the door because of this.

"I don't know you. I don't know what you say. He works in the... store on... Main Street. You can find him."

"You are not welcome here now!"

The girl locked the door, and the voice came out clearly, "Also, if you don't leave, I will call the police!"

"Okay, okay, I'll go now..."

Michael took a few steps back, he just came out, and now he doesn’t want to have any more contact with the police.

He has many questions, but the most important thing right now is to find his son, Michael Jr. first.

Sabine City has also changed a lot in recent years. There are a lot of high-rise buildings in the city center, and the whole city seems to be pulled down and rebuilt, which makes Michael dizzy.

But fortunately, the road has basically not changed much~lightnovelpub.net~ After searching for 20 minutes, he found the fast food restaurant.

And in the back hall, found his son, Michael Jr.

When I saw him, Michael Jr. was baking a pizza in his apron, looking a little embarrassed.

Flour is all over the face and body, which is completely different from what Michael imagined before he came out.

The reunion of father and son was in this not-so-big back hall.

When Michael Jr. noticed someone across the table, his first thought was "this **** comes in with leather shoes, the boss will go crazy", and when he looked up to see who the **** was, his mind gradually went blank.

The father and son looked at each other, neither of them spoke, but it seemed that they had said a lot!

"Michael, hurry up, the guests are waiting!"

Little Michael reacted, "Here we come!" He quickly filled the half-made biscuit with ingredients, and then pushed it into the oven...