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Chapter 1747 We are bad guys

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    This seems to be a corner forgotten and spurned by the world. Barbed wire is inserted on the high gray wall, separating the inside and the outside into two worlds.  It is bright and warm outside the wall, but dark and colorless inside.  In the long prison building, the rooms are located back to back, the cold iron door and the lock the size of a baby's fist, glowing with a cold metallic luster under the dim light.  The time has come to this point, there is a slight sound of wind blowing in front of the window from time to time, rubbing out the miserable harmony of "woo woo", which penetrates into the psychology of every prisoner, and the fear is inexplicable.  In this silent night, a sudden jingle or the unwilling roar of a prisoner is like waking up the ghosts who have been sleeping for many years, and it hurts your eardrums.  There is another layer of cells in the basement of the prison building, where felons are held. In the dark corridors, you can smell the sour, rotten and rotten smell in the cells.

    At this time, in an eight-person room, Tang Zhaomin and two companions were squeezed on the bed closest to the toilet in the room, and he could smell the strong smell of urine every time he exhaled.

    "boom!"

    There was a sudden loud noise, and the bed under him shook violently, causing the three of them to stand up in horror.  I saw four people standing beside the bed, one of them was not tall, just over 1.6 meters, and a young man with a birthmark on his face was looking at them with evil intentions.  And with the loud noise just now, it was this guy who kicked on the bed.

    All three of Tang Zhaomin's bodies were wounded, and his face was even more bruised and purple.  After they were sentenced, they were imprisoned here. Not only did the three of them have to squeeze into one bed and sleep next to the toilet, enduring the stench and fuss, they couldn't get enough to eat every day, and today they were given nothing to eat.  And it has almost become a routine to be beaten every day at this time.  They also knew in their hearts that not only the three of them, but also those compatriots in other cells were not much better than them, and it was probably time to be beaten.  If they hadn't been thinking about their wives, children, and elderly parents in their hearts, and expected to return home after their sentences were over, their spirits would have collapsed long ago.

    "Damn it, Chinese pig, get up, get up, hurry up, squat over there." The man with the birthmark patted Tang Zhaomin's face heavily, and said with a grin.

    The three of Tang Zhaomin got out of bed tremblingly, limped to the corner next to the toilet, squatted down with their heads in their hands, and looked at those guys in fear.

    "Hey" A guy with a fat body and a wretched smile on his face said, "How do you play today?"

    At this time, a thirty-four or fifteen-year-old guy with a shaved head and shirtless jumped off the bed.  This guy's height is rare in Fei, probably more than 1.9 meters, especially on his bare head, there are messy tattoos.  And his bed is very big, obviously the two beds occupied by Tang Zhaomin and the others were merged together.

    The bald head shook his head, and his shin bones rattled.  Walking slowly in front of Tang Zhaomin and the others, he snapped his fingers.

    "Bring a washbasin here."

    The chubby guy chuckled, took out a washbasin under Tang Zhaomin's bed, and put it under his bald-headed feet.

    The bald head sneered, and opened his trouser pocket to reveal the pile of scraps: "They haven't eaten today, so we will show kindness and let them taste this artificial beer to quench their thirst. Then we will get some food for them to eat  full."

    "Ha ha¡­¡­"

    Several people laughed wildly, all unbuttoned their belts, there was a rushing sound, and the smell of urine wafted in the air.  Soon, the urine made half a basin.

    The fat guy smiled obscenely: "I just want a large size, so I'll get some for them first." He found another washbasin and squatted on the washbasin.

    The three of Tang Zhaomin were scared out of their wits. They were scolded and beaten, and it didn't matter if they didn't have enough to eat every day, but making them drink urine and eat shit was not something one person could bear.  Not to mention eating and drinking, even getting it on your body is intolerable.  Although they have no dignity at all here, but having no dignity does not mean that they will endure such humiliation.

    "Come on!" The bald head said coldly, "Hold them down for me!"

    "Fuck you!" A big man next to Tang Zhaomin roared, "Even if I die, I will bite off a piece of meat from you bastards." After speaking, he stood up abruptly and threw himself at the bald head.

    And Tang Zhaomin and another person also cursed, and rushed towards the other two people.  But they were already injured, and they hadn't eaten for a day, so they didn't have any strength. More importantly, they were just ordinary fishermen before, so how could they be the opponents of these repeat offenders.

    The bald man kicked the big man's stomach, the big man let out a scream, his body flew back, hit the wall with a plop, and then slid to the ground.  Covering his belly with his hands, his body curled up, and there were big beads of sweat on his face, but?Two hours ago, there were rebels attacking the South Palace in Manila, and now the police force is all on the street to maintain law and order.  "

    Mendoza buzzed his head, shook his body, and roared angrily: "Asshole, report to the higher authorities immediately and ask for support from the troops."

    "Okay, okay!" The guy inside also panicked, and hung up the phone hastily.

    At this moment, the door of the office was kicked open, Yang Luo walked in with a smile, and the lunatics stood at the door.

    Yang Luo glanced at Mendoza, then at the prison guard, raised the M14 in his hand, and pulled the trigger.

    "boom!"

    The prison guard hadn't understood what was going on, his head was thrown back violently, a deep bullet hole appeared on his forehead, a stream of blood sprayed into the air, and his body lay heavily on the ground.

    Mendoza was so frightened that he took a few steps back and didn't stop until he leaned against the desk. He said with a pale face, "Youwhat do you want to do?"

    Yang Luo sat on the sofa, looked at Mendoza and laughed, with a very soft and friendly voice: "Mr. Warden, of course you are here to rob a prison. Could it be that you are here to give you a gift?"

    Mendoza's throat rolled, his gun was on the desk, and he could reach it as long as he reached out, but he didn't have the courage.

    "You who are you?"

    "Ha!" Yang Luo laughed, "Mr. Warden, what you are asking is really naive. We came to rob the prison, who do you think we are? Of course we are villains!" (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel  .com
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