A grim expression German and a burly Mexican with fierce eyes appeared behind the black people.

Godzilla stretched his arms and pushed away several black men like the orangutan pulling weeds. He looked at Li Du and said softly: "Boss, is it okay?"

Li Du put down the plastic plate and plastic bowl and said leisurely: "What can I do?"

Brother Wolf stared at these black people, his eyes as cruel and vicious as wolves.

Several black men were uncomfortable being stared at by him, so they turned their heads awkwardly.

There were more people watching the fun, but they didn't surround me and they all pointed at the dining table.

Li Du looked at the black man and said, "You have an advantage in numbers, what are you doing?"

The black man reached out to push him and said sternly: "It seems you didn't understand..."

As soon as he reached out, Godzilla took the lead to catch him. A black man was blocking him. Godzilla didn't even look at it, but he threw his shoulder and hit him, knocking the black man next to him to the ground.

He grabbed the black man who was leading the way, and Godzilla roared muffled, just like Lu Zhishen pulling up willows, his muscles all over his body bulged like rocks, and he grabbed the man and threw them to the ground!

The prisoners watching from afar were gasping for a cold air.

More than a dozen black men next to him were furious and came up to fight.

Li Du slowed down the time, grabbed the hot hot soup and sprinkled it on the black man's face, while Brother Wolf swung his fist like a cannon, avoiding the attacking movement and fighting back fiercely.

Godzilla let the lead the black man go after he took action, and rushed into the black man like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, rushing left and right, hitting and smashing. The black man around him was like a car hit, flying everywhere.

In a few seconds, fifteen or sixteen black men with big and round waists were dealt with. They did not lose their combat effectiveness, but they did not continue to attack after being knocked to the ground.

In Li Du's opinion, the prisoners here are softer than the gangsters on the streets outside.

Most people who have been in jail are more cautious and low-key than those who have not. They know how uncomfortable it is to lose freedom. Compared to being in jail, enduring it is a better choice when encountering problems.

In addition, the prison guards quickly interfered in the conflict.

A group of prison guards pulled out their batons and rushed up, trying to smash Li Du and the other two.

Li Du took out a card and threw it to the first prison guard, and said coldly: "Look clearly before taking action!"

The prison guard caught the card and saw it was just a golden bank card. He said angrily: "How did you bring this thing in?"

Li Du was depressed. This guy didn’t know JPMorgan’s palladium card!

But someone recognized the goods. A white prison guard took a look, then put away the baton he raised.

He waved his hand to stop his companion and said, "My man, show me this bank card."

Several prison guards surrounded the three of them, and the other prison guards roared at the prisoners watching the fun: "Look down and eat! Are you full? Go and work when you are full! Go and work!"

The prisoners immediately lowered their heads and ate honestly, but everyone was still secretly looking here.

The white prison guard looked at the bank card and asked Li Du: "Is this yours?"

Li Du handed him his nameplate, which contained a name on the nameplate and a name on the bank card.

He said: "Officer, I was sent in last night. Your Miami Police Chief used his power to seek personal gain and slandered us for sending us in. In fact, we did not commit a crime..."

"Every idiot who comes in will say that." A prison guard sneered.

Li Du said: "JPMorgan issued at most 1,000 palladium cards worldwide. You have to have a deposit of $24 million before you can get the right to get this card."

"What does it mean? Show off your wealth?" the policeman laughed, "But is it useless to have money? Not..."

The white policeman frowned and said, "Don't talk first, Chuckman, let him say it."

He realized something was wrong.

Li Du said: "This is the United States, not North Korea or Somalia. Your director made a big mistake and he will spend his whole life upset. You can check our archives. We have not committed any crime. He sent us to prison for personal gain."

"Of course, he doesn't know my identity or my background. He will regret it. I hope you don't regret it then."

Another policeman couldn't help but waved his baton to hit him, and said angrily: "You still dare to threaten us?"

The white policeman stopped him again, frowning tightly.

He looked through the bank card carefully and said, "I confiscated this card. We will check your files. Don't let me know that you are lying, otherwise, if you are miserable, you will be miserable!"

"You are a smart person." Li Du said with a smile.

He waved to the white policeman, took him to the corner and handed him a piece of paper quietly, saying, "Call this and tell them that Li Du was falsely accused of being sent to Miami Prison. At most a week, you will receive a maximum of $500,000 in a phone call."

The white policeman pushed his hand away unhappily and said, "Why, are you bribing me?"

Li Du said: "Is this a bribe to you very well? I just asked you to make a few phone calls. The United States has no freedom at all?"

The white policeman licked his lips and stopped talking. Yes, it is not a violation of regulations to do so. They often call prisoners because there is no telephone connection between the prison and outside. If prisoners want to contact their families, they have to rely on the police.

According to laws and regulations, as long as the news sent by criminals does not have any illegal risks, it can be spread. This is their freedom and rights.

"One phone call costs 100,000 yuan, and only one sentence, Li Du was falsely accused and sent to Miami Prison." Li Du repeated.

The white policeman nodded and said, "Okay, I will check these phones. No problem I can help you."

He put away the notes and bank cards, then waved to his colleagues in prison and said, "Let's go."

The prison guards warned the group: "Don't make trouble, otherwise they will be in jail!"

Watching the prison guards leave, the black people who were beaten up were depressed.

They looked at the leader's elder brother in disappointment. Godzilla grabbed the leader's elder brother and pressed it on the bench, saying, "Sit down!"

The black man was about to struggle, Godzilla took off his shirt and showed his tattoo on his body, and said with a grim smile: "What, do you want our boss to ask you to sit down?"

Seeing the eagle-catching flame-catching Dali chrysanthemum tattoo on his chest, the black man widened his eyes and shouted: "You are..."

"Shut up!" Godzilla patted his shoulder hard, and the black man groaned in pain, but did not dare to speak anymore, and shut his mouth honestly.

Li Du sat opposite him, pushed the plate to the side, and said, "The things here are really bad. I won't eat them anymore, so I'm waiting to go out to eat."

The black man's attitude changed. When he heard this, he quickly said, "I have good things there. Boss, wait a moment, I'll ask my buddy to send them to you."

A black man hurriedly left and took a plastic bag when he came back.

Li Du opened the plastic bag and was stunned: Is this a trolling horse to tease me? What good thing? Isn’t this just a bunch of instant noodles?
Chapter completed!