In the warden's office, which was filled with the strong smoke, Captain Charant changed his disdainful cold face when facing others. He respectfully lowered his head and stood at the rectangular desk, not daring to look at the high-end police uniform with his back to Captain Charant, looking at the snow scene outside the transparent glass window behind the desk.

On the desk, there is a rectangular gilded man's name tag, engraved with the words "Warner Johnson".

The warden had a thick cigar between his index finger and middle finger on his right hand. He took a sip and then said earnestly: "You have caused a big disaster this time! Captain."

"I'm very sorry!" Captain Charante did not lose the military's unique low accent when he apologized. He continued to say in this low and powerful voice, "But I just can't stand it. He was obviously just a prisoner, but he looked arrogant and ignored everything."

Warden Johnson said slowly in an understanding tone: "She is a person who has the rank of major at a young age, and she is inevitably a little arrogant. However, her status is special. If you treat her like this, you are afraid that you will have trouble in the future."

Captain Charant wanted to speak but stopped, and then paused and said, "I'm very sorry!"

"The rank of major was revoked first, and after the trial, it was re-granted for no reason. There was such a difference, and the people above didn't know what they were doing. However, what was really unexpected was that the ** official would not be able to get along with a little girl. But this caused us a lot of trouble!" Johnson sighed helplessly, "After being judged, he had to restore his rank. I think if the people above could choose to pardon her directly, they would definitely do this!"

"I'm very sorry, I've caused you trouble!" Captain Charant lowered his head and his waist bent a little, as if he was bowing to Johnson.

"It doesn't matter. It's not you who caused me trouble, but that major!"

Johnson turned around, walked around the desk, and walked to Captain Charante.

Compared to the tall and burly Charante, Johnson had little to compare with except for his prominent abdomen.

Johnson said cautiously: "Now, the generals from the ground faction have gained an advantage within the Federal Army. Many of the last incident were demoted because of this. The judged officers and soldiers have been re-sentenced, and without exception, these people were recruited by the hardliner Gamitov Heyman. Soon, what changes may happen to the Federal Army. The situation today can be said to be very subtle."

"What you mean is that she may be released?"

Johnson first closed his eyes slightly and nodded affirmatively, but then shook his head with the same attitude.

"After the Gene Remnants' trouble in the Solomon Sea, the cosmic forces have completely withdrawn from the power decision-making level of the Federal Army. Relying solely on the remaining fleets of the space fleet and Brigadier General Brex Fra, who has not been reused in the universe faction for a long time, the old space fleet cannot do much. However, the federal government cannot sit idly by. The space fleet will inevitably be rebuilt, but the rebuilt space fleet is probably no longer the original space fleet."

Johnson turned to his desk while smoking a cigar and sucking a mist.

He said leisurely: "Now among the Earth Federation Army, the most likely candidate to be elected as the commander of the new space fleet is the threat of the remnants of the Garmitov Heyman. The threat of the remnants of the Jean Party forced the federal government to give the federal army greater power. The officers who were sentenced by the military court were pardoned one by one. This is the concession made by the federal government. However, if we want to go further and overturn the judgment of the federal court, then the Garmitov Haman, who has always been known for his ability to judge the situation and endurance, would be too unwise."

"So, she won't be able to regain her freedom for the time being?"

Charant's cold face appeared again, as if he was thinking about some cold conspiracy in his heart.

Johnson nodded, then walked back to the other side of the desk, only this time he sat in the chair.

Johnson looked at Charante and asked coldly: "You know what to do!"

A playful smile appeared on Charant's cold face.

"I understand. Don't worry! I know what to do. There are still some empty seats in the first area."

"Is the first zone?" Johnson laughed and said, "What a good place to go. I decided to send her there! I think Lord ** will send her to us, and I hope we will do this!"

In order to prevent prisoners from coming from various forces from gathering together to do something unpredictable, the prison specially disrupted them and divided them. In this way, the class distinction between forces no longer exists, and in turn, the black rules for determining seats with fists in each prison area.

Please, the guards all know that they turned a blind eye just to avoid trouble. After all, in this era, no one will pay attention to how a prison in a remote area is managed, and no one will pay attention to the death of a prison in one day.

This method of using violence to determine status is very prone to accidents. Moreover, many of the prisoners have received formal military training, so most of them are practical killer moves that take human life when they take action. Although prisoners consciously rarely use these killer moves, they are too severe when they take action, and this is still possible. Therefore, some prisoners often die in beds due to serious injuries in this kind of competition.

Among the women's prison areas, the most bloody, bloody prison area that even prison guards and guard soldiers are deterred is the first area.

In the first area, the jungle law is followed by the prey of the strong. The rules of status based on strength will be highlighted to the extreme.

Forty prisoners were originally imprisoned in the first zone, but these prisoners gathered together to fight a small one-year war, because half of them were prisoners of the Gene army during the war, and half were dissidents in the federal army.

For these former active personnel, violence is the only language they can communicate with. After several shocking battles, there were only more than 20 people left in the first area, and these more than 20 people maintained a relatively stable balance for various reasons.

There are several other prison areas in the women's prison, but compared with the first area, it is either not violent enough or bloody enough. Although there are very few "bloody cases" in the first area now, it is just a dangerous balance. A spark is enough to detonate the first area full of burning substances.

PS: The main female will go to jail until 1987, and will come out of the Z era, or she will just die in prison.
Chapter completed!