bullyxtreme Chapter 222 Boggs
Chapter 222 Boggs
Andy, seeing Reed's serious expression, was somewhat surprised and said with a smile, "It's just a hammer, is it really necessary to be so serious? Asking so many questions..."
“Andy, you don’t understand. If you need anything else, I can get it for you quickly, but a hammer is different…”
Reed said, “If you want a toothbrush, I won’t ask you any questions, I’ll just tell you the price, because a toothbrush isn’t a deadly thing.”
"Something deadly?"
"In my opinion, a hammer is a dangerous weapon; you can absolutely smash a person's head with a hammer."
"How could that be? Reed, you're completely overthinking it."
Andy explained with a smile, "I want a hammer for carving, about six or seven inches long, like a pickaxe. One end of the hammer is a sharp little pickaxe, and the other end is a flat, blunt hammerhead. The hammer isn't very big, so there's absolutely no danger."
Andy knelt down in front of Red and looked him over for a moment.
Andy grabbed a handful of dust, and tiny dust particles slipped through his fingers, raising a cloud of dust.
In the end, only a few small stones remained in Andy's hand. One of them reflected the sunlight and sparkled, while the rest were gray and dull.
Andy took out a stone, wiped it on his clothes to remove the surface dust, and then casually tossed the stone to Red.
"Quartz?" Reed said, looking at the white stone in his hand.
"That's right, I used to be a stone enthusiast, enjoying collecting all sorts of stones, and I want to rekindle that old hobby..."
"What hobbies you have is your business, Andy, I won't interfere. I can get you the stone hammer, but you have to promise not to use it for anything dangerous."
“For example, using a stone hammer to kill someone or to dig a tunnel to escape from prison.” Andy suddenly laughed when Red said this.
“What are you laughing at?” Reed said.
"It's nothing. You'll know why you're laughing when you see Shi Chui."
"Whatever you say. What's the market price of that stone hammer?"
Andy said, "The gem shop sells them for seven dollars."
“Andy, you should understand that it’s very difficult to buy something in prison… This is not the outside world. We don’t have as many choices and freedom. The value of things in prison increases with the risk.”
Reed put it tactfully, but his meaning was very clear.
Seven dollars isn't enough for a stone hammer; you'll have to pay more!
“I understand. How much do you want?” Andy nodded, indicating his understanding.
"I'll just take ten yuan from you."
"no problem."
Ten dollars might seem expensive, but it wasn't for Andy.
After all, before going to prison, Andy was a vice president at a bank.
In fact, when Andy went to prison, he also managed to bring some money in through certain means.
This money became crucial for his survival in prison, because money holds immense importance both in society and within the prison. With money, even while incarcerated, life could be relatively comfortable.
In the special environment of prison, money can buy better food, more comfortable accommodations, and may even grant a certain degree of special treatment.
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“Andy, let me remind you. You’re actually wasting your money. The prison authorities sometimes conduct surprise searches, and if they find solid evidence, they’ll confiscate it and might even put you in solitary confinement.”
"If you get caught, you have to say you found the evidence yourself. They'll put you in solitary confinement for three or four weeks... But if you mention my name, don't even think about doing business with me again. You won't get a single shoelace or a pack of cigarettes from me. I'll also send someone to teach you a lesson. I don't like violence, but you need to understand my situation. I can't just let anyone cheat me, or I won't be able to survive in prison."
Andy, seeing Reed's serious expression, knew he wasn't joking and said, "I understand."
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Shawshank Prison, laundry room.
The laundry facilities housed the prisoners' clothes, bed sheets, blankets, and even the guards' clothes. They even contracted out an outside laundry service. The heavy workload made the laundry the main area of the factory, and most of the prisoners worked in the laundry room.
Behind the laundry room, in the warehouse, over the years, many filthy and disgusting things have happened along this narrow and dirty passage. The warehouse is dimly lit, and bags of laundry detergent and bleach are piled up haphazardly on the floor.
The prison guards dislike coming here and warn new guards not to come here, because if they are trapped here by prisoners, there is no way to retreat. There is not even enough space to fight in this warehouse.
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The warehouse door was slowly pushed open, making a creaking sound, as if foreshadowing that what was about to happen was not simple.
The eldest of the "three sisters," Boggs, dragged a thin prisoner with heavy steps into the laundry warehouse.
The prisoner looked terrified, his body trembling, as if he had already foreseen his fate, while Boggs appeared unusually arrogant, staring intently at the pitiful man before him with a sinister smile on his face.
“Baby, do you know why I brought you here?” Borg’s voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a chilling threat.
As he spoke, he pulled a long, thin, sharp knife from his waist, the blade gleaming coldly in the dim light.
The prisoner turned pale with fright. He shook his head frantically, muttering, "I...I don't know...please let me go..."
Boggs sneered, his dagger flashing in a graceful arc. "Don't know? No problem, you'll find out soon enough... As long as you behave, you'll be fine, and we'll even take good care of you afterwards..."
"If you dare to resist, don't blame me for being ruthless! You've probably heard of Andy Dufresne, right? He was one of the prisoners who came in with you. He didn't know what was good for him and dared to fight us. As a result, we gave him a good beating, and he ended up being locked up in that solitary confinement cell to suffer. So, you'd better behave yourself and not follow his example and ask for trouble!"
The prisoner stared wide-eyed at the gleaming knife before him, a chill running through him. Two other men stood menacingly at the door. He knew he had no chance of escape today.
I can't beat them in a fight, and I can't run away...