The three cellmates broke out in cold sweat, trembling. The one whose name was called, who intended to have intimate contact with Rosen's chrysanthemum, even had a Chinese character 'hold' tattooed on his face.
At this moment, he was shaking all over: "My name is..."
"From now on, you'll be called Mike. Do you have any objections?"
"I..."
"Hmm?"
"No objections."
Rosen then looked at the other two: "You're Ritian, and you're Long Aotian."
After some friendly communication, Mike, Ritian, and Long Aotian all got to know Rosen.
Mike's main profession was a stripper. When he was entertaining a client, the client overdosed on drugs and died, so he was prosecuted for negligent homicide.
Because he provided the laundry detergent, and the location was his home.
Ritian and Long Aotian were brothers, by blood.
When they were doing zero-dollar shopping, they miscalculated and accidentally exceeded 950 U.S. dollars, and then they were caught.
The main reasons they were caught were that they were not Black, and secondly, their zero-dollar shopping location was a gold store, and the amount exceeded the zero-dollar shopping limit by dozens of times.
"Boss, after we get out, I'll treat you to the purest laundry detergent." Mike said fawningly.
"That's not necessary. We Easterners are allergic to that stuff. Just thinking about it is a crime."
"Aren't you worried you won't get out?"
"They don't have evidence that the laundry detergent is mine." Mike said confidently: "It could also have been brought by the customer himself."
He was a regular here, and the charges for which he was caught were different each time, so he was already well-versed in basic legal knowledge.
He already had an idea of how long he would be imprisoned.
"Sigh... This time, the two of us are probably going to be locked up for over ten years." Ritian said with a troubled expression.
They had a lot of charges this time: illegal possession of firearms, intimidation and threats, illegal seizure of property, and a huge amount. These charges combined would surely lead to a minimum of ten years.
"Don't worry, you won't be locked up for that long."
"Really? We don't have to be locked up for that long?"
"I think that one day in the future, you might wish you could be locked up longer."
"Boss, what do you do?"
"Me? I'm here to save the U.S. people."
"Ah, this..." The three looked at each other, all thinking Rosen was crazy.
The U.S. detention cell was truly not a place for humans. It was cold in winter and hot in summer, and people were constantly being brought into the adjacent cells. Even their own cell had three more cellmates brought in that same night.
An addict next door howled all night long.
The next day, Rosen was woken up by gunshots.
Outside the Police station, there seemed to be a large-scale and prolonged conflict.
Rosen's Shadow went out to take a look, and by then, the outside was already in chaos.
Heh... It came just in time, the Resident Evil outbreak!
By this time, the entire street had fallen, and zombies were everywhere.
Rosen marveled at the speed of the virus's spread. Yesterday, everything looked fine, but today, within a single morning, the entire city had descended into chaos.
To spread so quickly, it must have been rats, cockroaches, and similar creatures that were first infected, and then they began large-scale attacks on humans.
And humans, bitten in their sleep, would basically find it very difficult to notice.
So, in one night, 90% of Raccoon City's residents were infected.
"What's happening outside?" Mike asked.
"Could it be someone coming to rescue people?"
"How is that possible? Raccoon City doesn't have such ferocious Gangs."
Everyone was discussing, and Long Aotian came to Rosen's front: "Boss, seeing how calm you are, could the people outside be looking for you?"
"Heh heh... They're looking for all of us." Rosen's smile was a bit chilling.
Just then, Old John, the Police chief who had interrogated Rosen yesterday, rushed in. His face was filled with terror, and then he took out keys and opened all the iron bars of every detention cell.
"Old John, what are you doing? What's happening outside?"
All the regulars of the detention center looked at Old John curiously.
Most of them had been imprisoned multiple times, so most of the time, they wouldn't casually attack Police officers, especially since this was a Police station.
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