Bullet wings

She seductively crawls out Of Hell.. .................................................. ...... ...... "Prisoner 17...you have a visit...come on move..." "Rocky...just because you have a dog's name doesn't mean you have to hate other people's names...." In a devious tone, the prisoner spoke while he was lying on his hard bed inside the solitary cell, staring at the ceiling, but when he heard the other exhale annoyance, he laughed with a hoarseness in his voice that made his low laughter seem fake and cold... But that only lasted for a few seconds, as he changed his lying position when he stood up very slowly from his place, so his orange suit that bore his number on his chest was revealed, and underneath it, he was not wearing a white shirt... but nothing, which allowed the sweat that adorned his chest muscles from above to appear.. He had his sleeves rolled up, fully exposing his tattoos, and even the darkness of the cell could not hide the shine of the silver ring above his eyebrow and how it gave his gaze a sort of predatory hunger... The fact that a person is a predator cannot be hidden by anything, and his amused look at the guard's annoyance will certainly not succeed in hiding the fact that, standing here in the middle of the cell now, he looked like a chained animal struggling not to withdraw its claws and change the laws of the jungle... So with a suspicious sideways smile, he leaned his arms on the bars, leaning his body closer to the light to show his face to Rocky and how his long black locks fell on his forehead, showing his Asian features... He was one of the few Asian prisoners here in San Quentin Prison in California... but he was definitely not one of the unknown few... in fact, so to speak... his name and number were a symbol among all the uniform holders here... both legal and illegal. Half of the prisoners here hate him and the other half do not look at his face... Rocky blinked unsteadily when he saw how she examined him. The prisoner in a way he only saw on television... the predators scanned the unsuspecting deer... as if he knew what they were thinking about him... but he forced himself to breathe and remember who he was... He is Rocky...the hallway guard who was accustomed to Prisoner 17, so there is nothing strange in these behavior of the deranged people...and thus the exchange of insults between them became routine... To this, with new comfort, he added, stroking his mustache and telling him boredly: “I may have the name of dogs, but you are still the dog that kings hire to hunt…” Well that's a dangerous thing to say to prisoner 17... Every guard in the prison was fully aware and aware that it was better to avoid this Asian, whether verbally or physically...but Rocky did not care...even though he had the thick mustache of a man in his forties, he was an impulsive young man in his twenties who was not afraid of danger and motivated by his drive to serve the law. To underestimate criminals... And it is the same thing that makes him different in the eyes of the predator who is chained inside the cell... because all that happened is that it prompted him to smile sideways and in a dangerous way and whisper to him with a sparkle in his eyes that exceeds the sparkle in the throat above: "You're hurting my feelings, Rocky...I thought we were buddies..." “Stop messing around Jungkook...come on...someone is waiting for you...” “I look at you, and you look so cute when you say my name...it's not difficult, is it?..” Prisoner Jungkook seemed to love what he was doing so much that he took a step back with a suspicious sideways smile and allowed Rocky to open the cell door for him, but before he could comment on anything, he heard the other one speaking: "I'm really surprised how someone like Guidon Emilio could come this night to visit a prisoner here... especially you... I wouldn't be surprised if you did something even though you were imprisoned for more than a year here... I heard from prisoner 66 that you once... Q..” Rocky continued chattering while he was busy at the door and did not notice how immediately Jungkook's smile fell and all signs of enjoyment and playfulness disappeared from his features.. Even his standing position changed because he stood upright and ran his tongue over his lower lip, wetting it, asking suddenly seriously: "Guidon Emilio? .." Rocky raised his head, opened the cell door wide, and answered normally, not yet paying attention to the change in the other’s features and situation: “Yes, he is... the CEO of Dallas Holdings... but between you and me... we both know that when rich people come to a dangerous prison like this to meet a killer like you at night, their hands must be dirty... I can't believe a man like him used to see him in... Television and admiring his works, I found him here a while ago, and for what?..for….” JK did not have the patience to put up with Rocky's annoyance as he had just moments ago...as soon as Guidon Emilio's name was mentioned, the joking and enjoying disappeared...it was time to work...so he pushed the door out and extended his hands to Rocky to put the handcuffs on him impatiently... The guard raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he stopped talking and did not ask... he just shook his head helplessly and handcuffed him with metal handcuffs... and to any healthy eye this might seem strange... a prisoner left his cell and did not attempt to escape or attack the guard, right? Like that?.. Well, the matter is different... The prisoner knew his options well and chose his hunting moments well... And now was not the right time for him... What was attracting his interest... was the presence of the head of the Las Vegas g**g in San Quentin prison at midnight to meet By him in particular... So it was natural that all the way he was silent and his features were serious, almost frightening, with his locks covering his eyes...and everyone around him felt this...Rocky, who was accustomed to receiving ridicule ten times a second, and his armed companion, Tom, on the left, who was watching... Wrong move for the Asian to call him... But none of this happened... only silence happened... The voices of the prisoners in the other cells were loud, and many of them moved to look out of the bars, watching him being taken to the visiting room at a late time when meetings are not usually allowed...but they were all in socialist cells, and Jungkook was one of the dangerous few placed in a solitary confinement cell...which explains why... The fundamental difference between him and them... Only minutes until he stopped in his orange suit in front of the closed visiting room and Rocky and Tom stopped behind him..., the first opened the door while the other pointed with his weapon for him to enter first...and secondly, as a kind of threat in case he decided to act foolishly and attack those inside... Coldly, Jungkook raised his eyebrows at him, then ignored him. With calm steps, he entered the semi-dark hall. He heard the door closing behind him while he fixed his eyes on the only table in the middle of the place, with a light shining on it from above, as if they were in the middle of an interrogation... but that is not what concerned him... rather... The man wearing a suit worth thousands of dollars, smoking a cigarette that costs a few pennies, and looking at him intently... Guidon Emilio may be the CEO of the Dallas Group, but in the underworld he is known as the head of the Silver Mamba... a g**g that rules Las Vegas, a city of iniquity and sin... and his presence here does not necessarily mean anything good... But Jeon Jungkook, prisoner No. 17, who was whispered about by the people in the prison suits here, was a deadly hunter... neither the mambas scared him nor the gangs... he was not someone who was afraid of tigers because he simply killed tigers as a daily profession... So when he raised his eyebrows seriously at the other's scrutinizing gaze and then advanced from the table with clasped hands, pulling out a chair to sit on... he was thus imposing a kind of control here and obligatory respect... The matter succeeded because he did not even sit well until he heard the other's voice speak seriously and with words indicating that he was of a high position in society, even with his contradictory identity: “Jeon Jungkook...necessity pushed me to resort to a final solution that I had to go through to reach my goal...so I hope we will reach an agreement. As I heard...you are not mistaken...” Flowery words that he could have summed up with the phrase, “Good evening, I would like to offer you a deal.” But of course, these are diplomatic matters that do not concern him. This was what Jeon thought as he straightened up and finally put his hands on the table and brought his body closer to the light shining above, pushing his wet locks due to the sweat of the exercises he had done a quarter of an hour ago to shine above his eyebrow...but that was not what attracted Ras’s attention. The mamba... his tone when he spoke seriously and slowly while his eyes moved over the features of those he met: “It is clear that you heard wrongly then... If I had not made a mistake, we would not have met here in prison... This will save you time because you got your answer...” They were not flowery words, and they were not words that any mercenary or assassin in America would say to a man like Guidon, but he did it... without turning around and turning around, he rejected an offer that he had not even heard... because if he had learned anything throughout his life, it was not to leave his back without protection. ...and working with a g**g leader while you are tied up in prison is like exposing your back to be protected by others since your damned weapons are outside prison... So the answer for him was no...and he gave it... “Yes... you made a mistake once... but you also completed 387 successful operations and for me this is closer to ideal... and you have not heard my offer yet...” “I'm not interested... You have Las Vegas and the money to hire other killers... So don't be a fool and choose a prisoner out of all your options...” Guidon's jaw clenched when he heard this and Jeon saw how he put the cigarette back in his mouth and smoked as if he was reminding himself not to kill him and that he needed him... and that's just... that's just what made a kind of sparkle of enjoyment finally appear inside the Asian's eyes... not It was as if someone here noticed her, but she quickly disappeared when the other spoke without delay, dropping the stupid formalities, and finally: “You will get out of prison... I will arrange for you to get out if you accept the deal...” Now it has become interesting... because the options have simply changed... freedom changes the course of action...