Chapter 1283 - 416: Stories from the Prisoner-of-War Camp (Part 2)

Chapter 1283: Chapter 416: Stories from the Prisoner-of-War Camp (Part 2)

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When the scene was filled with chaos (referring to the Europeans being overwhelmingly beaten by the fiery Cubans), the Shanxi man responsible for prison management finally stepped in.

Dozens of riot-control frame robots surrounded the brawl site.

[Warning! Drop your weapons, crouch down with your hands on your head!]

The piercing alarm sounded, accompanied by a few gunshots into the sky.

The originally heated brawlers quickly calmed down; the Cubans crouched down with their hands on their heads, while the Europeans lay on the ground sighing heavily. Only Henry and his group were bewildered, having been caught in the group fight.

"Such gall, you’re given the chance to email your family, yet you dare to brawl? Who started the fight first?"

The gun in his hand represented the power over the life and death of the more than a thousand prisoners before him.

This group of European bastards had been unruly ever since arriving at the prisoner camp.

Unlike the Cubans who accept their fate, knowing they would be sent back to die on the battlefield, they might as well stay obedient in the camp.

These Europeans had been thinking of breaking out every day since they arrived, constantly stirring trouble and inciting rebellion.

Now the fight served well, as it would help keep them quiet for a while.

"Report! The Cubans started the fight; it was him who hit Laurie first."

An injured soldier struggled to stand and tattled.

"Exactly, I saw it with my own eyes."

The Europeans immediately chimed in, creating a noisy uproar.

The Cubans were satisfied with the fight, but upon hearing the accusation, they were guilty and silent, fearing punishment from the Shanxi man.

Would he really cause trouble for the Cubans?

Of course not.

"It takes two to tango. Take them all away."

According to the plan, he needed to collaborate with Brother Dao to harshly PUA this disobedient bunch, lest they keep their noses too high and envision themselves as saviors.

The more than a thousand prisoners were herded to the playground.

As for the injured, a simple treatment spray to stop the bleeding sufficed for the minor wounds.

On the playground, Brother Dao was controlling the player, broadcasting some of the documentary material he had prepared.

Like the Japanese Army’s absurd show of eating the American superman raw on Iwo Jima.

Mold peeling the skin of locals alive in Latin America and Vietnam jungles.

Middle East soldiers sawing heads off, performing large lamb skewers.

The most classic being the soap production process at the German factory and the pharmaceutical research facility.

The prisoners watched, trembling, barely able to remain.

"Look, watch closely! Bring out your hearts, lungs, intestines to air out and wash them!"

The Shanxi man spoke in a tone meant to convey concern for them, expressing profound indignation.

"You should know well how you used to treat prisoners; look at the life you’re living now. To be fair, I haven’t abused you, right? Why do you keep giving me trouble?"

"You complain about the tiring work, but the houses you build are for you to live in; you’re working for yourselves. You know what kind of life those private prisons have, need I say more? Plus, you’re allowed to email your family, isn’t that wonderful?"

"As for the food, I won’t dare comment, but you Brits know what kind of food you usually have, don’t you?"

The British prisoners bowed their heads in humiliation.

They could stand proud in almost anything.

Except the kitchen.

Organic food, no matter how poor, was naturally raised and didn’t taste so terrible, but artificial food, that was indeed life-threatening.

The Cuban prisoners were even more moved, eating better as prisoners than as soldiers, and this time, the warden didn’t have any intention of punishing them, sparking genuine gratitude.

To them, this treatment was already quite commendable, so the Cuban prisoners worked with relatively more effort and seldom slacked off.

The Shanxi man’s intent was to thoroughly divide the bonds between prisoners in the camp, not allowing them to unite.

"From tomorrow, I don’t want to see any more brawling; otherwise, the right to interviews for the troublemakers will be revoked! Don’t even think about emailing home."

"Additionally, everyone’s daily workload will be increased by 20%. If not completed, no meals!"

Upon hearing this, the French and German prisoners quickly became anxious, glaring angrily at the British prisoners, regretting helping these guys then.

These troublemakers had been stirring trouble since the Middle Ages, causing harm to others without benefiting themselves, always leaving a mess wherever they went.

And it wasn’t just on the maps; they loved causing trouble offline too. The military presence was overwhelmingly annoying, making them feel disgusted.

And Henry and others were surprised at how ’reasonable’ this prisoner camp was; knowing that their sides were still at war on the front lines, technically, they should be bitter enemies.

Even if it wasn’t massacring prisoners, it shouldn’t have been this merciful.

Once things settled, Henry personally sought out the warden Shanxi man, curiously asking why he treated prisoners so kindly.

Though it wasn’t really kindness, it was just about squeezing out the remaining value from them, giving the European Community a heavy blow.

But on the surface, this couldn’t be said, so Shanxi man smiled gently, gestured to a chair, indicating Henry to sit and talk slowly.

"Our Horizon Corporation is an enterprise dedicated to peace and development, winning the excellent enterprise award in Night City for two consecutive years and much admired by the locals. You must believe, we love peace."

"If Havana hadn’t shot the first bullet to declare war, we wouldn’t have come here to combat drug crimes."