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"You murderers, rapists, arsonists... lower your heads and look at what you look like."

"Dirty like rats crawling out of sewers."

Mao Xiong, a high-security prison.

A bald man wearing a dark coat and heavy military boots was expressionlessly cursing hundreds of prisoners standing in the middle of the playground.

These are all serious criminals, and ordinary murderers can be considered good people among them!

But faced with the insults from the bald man in front of them, they were as quiet as a group of dogs being choked.

No one dares to curse back,

No one even dared to show an angry expression.

Because they know very well,

This bald man was not the warden, but Privich.

Compared to this name,

He also has several more pervasive identities.

Wagner's mercenary boss, the commander's good friend during his time in St. Petersburg, and his royal cook.

No one knows why this big shot, who can only be seen in the news on weekdays, has the time to stand here today and scold these serious criminals who are rotting in prison.

No one dared to ask, so they could only listen honestly.

"The mother of the furry bear will spurn you, the judge will hate you... the people hope that you will be locked up here forever until you die!!!"

Privich's eyes swept across everyone's faces one by one, and he paused for a few seconds before speaking again, "But."

"Now there is a chance to survive, right in front of you!"

What chance do felons have?

The future of these people has been written in stone from the day they were taken to this prison.

Either rot in a cell or be taken to some cold place to execute the sentence.

Because the person who said this was Privich, a man who could really decide their life or death, many felons raised their heads suddenly.

Being stared at by so many serious criminals is actually a very stressful thing, and ordinary people may even be scared and run away.

To Privich, these dozens of pairs of menacing eyes were as harmless as those prostitutes standing under neon lights waiting for customers in late-night alleys in St. Petersburg.

Not even as threatening as them.

At least those girls know how to read and know when to laugh, when to shut up, and when to put their hands in the guests' pockets.

And these felons in front of us?

They will only use the most primitive anger and the cheapest ferocity to cover up their heartless heart.

Privich raised the corners of his mouth slightly, knowing that the foreshadowing was over and it was time to get to the point: "After all, you have been locked up here for too long, and you may not know what is happening outside."

"Ermao wants to join NATO, and NATO wants to push its guns to our doorstep."

"They gave them 20 cents of weapons, 20 cents of money, and 20 cents of promises."

"They say this is freedom, this is democracy, this is the choice of the civilized world."

"Shit."

"What they want is not freedom, they want us to bow our heads, our land, our resources, our dignity, and our future."

"They want the furry bear to kneel down and be a dog!"

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