Wine and Gun

The person should try to put on a friendly face as much as possible, but just looking at it like that makes him seem ill-intentioned. Herstal had heard such a rumor: Slade and the warden had a good relationship, so the time spent in prison before the trial was not bad, and this time travel was related to the status quo. Together, things get even more confusing: Assuming the warden is really on good terms with Slade, Herstal doesn't think the other party will treat him well.

And there were two other people standing in the office, strange faces without uniforms, and these two people may be the key to everything that will happen today.

"Hello, Mr. Armalette," said the woman in the lead, her leaning a bit awkward because Herstal had handcuffs on her wrists; but she obviously didn't care. , standing up quickly, "I'm Jenny Griffin, a researcher in the Laboratory of Biology and Medicine at Westland State University; this is my colleague, Duden Koos."

Herstal looked cautiously at the two laboratory researchers who never seemed to be in a prison environment: "Hello."

Jenny Griffin was a tall, slender lady with fair skin and long dark blond hair. Her features were thin and long, making her face look strange. Duden Koos, on the other hand, is a researcher who fits the stereotype perfectly: tousled, tangled black hair, heavy black-rimmed glasses, shoulders that are slightly drawn in because of inner or cowardice.

"—That's it."

Jenny Griffin had no politeness at all, and spoke directly. The warden, who had no chance to speak at all, smiled awkwardly behind them.

"Duden and I are in charge of a project that studies the relationship between the levels of various hormones in the human body and people's emotions, personality, especially psychological problems such as bào power tendency - this is probably what it means to describe in relatively simple language. We Controlled trials were done to regulate hormone levels in the human body by concentrating drugs, and now we are in…”

The lady paused cautiously, and Herstal understood at this moment.

"You need volunteers?" Herstal asked, frowning.

This is somewhat rare. Of course, there are people who will volunteer to volunteer in clinical trials of drugs—and they often get a lot of money out of those experiments—but how do these researchers find federal prison.

Jenny Griffin gave a cramped smile: "That's basically what it means."

Meanwhile, the warden finally found a chance to chime in: "The Federal Prison at New Takel and the Biological and Medical Laboratory of Westland State University signed an agreement last year for a long-term collaboration, in which the prosecutor's office is also involved. The development of various items of this protocol... Simply put, the experiments in this laboratory may require volunteers if they prove to be completely safe, and you should be aware that if they recruit volunteers to the society, they may require Pay large sums of money; but not if a recruiting order is issued to inmates in federal prisons, we will exchange cash for all kinds of incentives that prisoners need more: such as appropriate sentence reductions, changing cells, opportunities for family visits, etc.”

The warden watched Herstal's facial expression as he spoke these words, he swallowed, and continued: "Of course, as I said, it was all voluntary. This time Gerry Ms. Fen's clinical experiment needs to recruit volunteers, and we plan to screen volunteers from felons. If you are not interested in this opportunity, then we need to contact others."

"Mainly because the drug in this experiment, although safe, could cause a range of discomforts in humans," Jenny Griffin aptly explained, "In fact, we were among some volunteers in a federal prison three months ago. An experiment has been conducted, and this is the second experiment to adjust various pharmaceutical ingredients."

Herstal was silent for a moment. He did not immediately refuse or agree, but said, "I need to look at the documents you provided."

-- It turns out that Gabriel Morgenstern's story is not Legally Blonde at all.

Gabriel's father, August Schweig, was Hoxton's famous mafia boss, the kind of character people imagined would appear in The Godfather movies. This gentleman was ruthless and murderous when he was young, and single-handedly built the Schweiger family into the largest mafia in Hoxton, but his many advantages never included loyalty: this Mr. Schweiger married before and after. Four wives and a lot of lovers.

Gabriel's mother is a senior woman, one of Mr. Schweiger's flowing lovers. To this day, little is known about her mother's name, except that her last name must be Morgenstern—although it may not be true.

Gabriel was born in the midst of this desperate woman's attempt to stay with her financier, who, like most senior women, apparently thought that An Xin's future as the lover of a mafia boss was a priority. Much brighter. This is the poor woman who was abandoned by Mr. Schweiger before the baby was born, for some unknown consideration (some people think it was actually the lady who wanted to pay old Schweiger a support with the newborn baby) Fee), she gave birth to the child.

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