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    Du Zijun's body froze slightly.

    In any case, Yu Zhaocha is already ready to move under his feet, and Scarborough can also throw out a fatal shot in an instant - even if his current physical fitness cannot withstand the strength of an A-level item, he can kill several naked mortals.  npc, it¡¯s not a problem.

    All the women trembled with trembling lips, almost jumped up and began to take off their clothes.  Their fingers trembled, even if there were heavily armed and rough guards outside the thin door, they did not dare to delay for even one second longer under the whip in Marcel's hand.

    The coat was quickly peeled off, the belt was pulled open, and the dirty dress and thin woolen coat fell to the floor one after another.  The large expanse of snow-white skin that had been reddened by cold water was once again exposed to the cold air of early spring, and tiny pimples visible to the naked eye instantly appeared all over.  The first sound of the whip was loud and harsh, and the girl's scream was equally loud and harsh. Marcel scolded coldly in German and uttered a few words decisively.

    "Hurry up! You fat pig."

    Du Zijun lowered his head. His hand movements were not slow at all, and he did not slow down because of the special tattoo.  Yu Zhaocha had swam to Marcel's feet and was waiting. At the same time, he could also feel that the vicious eyes of the Aryan female head nurse were clinging to him like a poisonous snake looking for in the crowd.

    He took off his coat and trousers, then untied his shoelaces and unbuttoned the shirt underneath - just when he was about to lift off the last piece of covering from his body, revealing a unique and gorgeous tattoo on his shoulder, he  A tall Semitic woman in front of her took off all her clothes at once, straightened her back suddenly, and blocked Du Zijun, who was slightly bowing, behind her.

    Du Zijun¡¯s eyes faced the dark gray concrete floor, and he was stunned for a moment.

    The second woman also stood up. Her bare shoulders were trembling and close to the previous tall woman, followed by the third and fourth women.   A piece of snow-colored birch fearlessly grew in front of Du Zijun, weakly supporting the sky as it entered the dark night.

    ¡ª¡ªHis body was completely covered.

    Du Zijun maintained his previous posture, his fingers clinging to the fabric of his clothes and staring at the ground.  He parted his lips and finally exhaled softly.

    Three minutes to change clothes have passed.

    Marcel¡¯s sight was blocked by the naked bodies of the women. She wandered back and forth suspiciously, trying to find the slender and tall oriental figure among the white naked bodies. However, time was in a hurry and there was no extra time for her to waste.  Her green eyes flickered like will-o'-the-wisps, and finally she waved her hand and ordered everyone to go to the room next to her.

    Wearing only their underwear, the female prisoners looked like a large group of driven ducks, walking barefoot to another room in full view of the public.  The whistles and obscene laughter of the guards were endless. They could even throw away their guns during this brief moment of wantonness, thrust their hip bones into the air twice, and make various obscene gestures.

    The prisoners' faces were flushed red, and there were tears of humiliation and anger in their eyes, but they did not dare to say a word. They just speeded up, hoping to reach their destination soon.  The delicate soles of their feet were rubbed red and broken by the rough gravel on the ground. They hurriedly and slowly reached the next house.

    Marcelle followed behind them, her high-collared white uniform and white gloves of the same color were meticulous, perfectly wrapping her exquisite body curves, forming a sharp contrast with this group of staggering and embarrassed prisoners.

    She stood at the door of the room, not intending to go in. This made most of the prisoners more or less relieved, but then, they would experience a nightmare of being forced to cut their hair.

    Du Zijun was still looking for any traces of other players, and some of the Semitic girls were already sobbing and crying.  There are many very beautiful girls among them. Their thick and dark ebony braids have not yet dried in the cold wind, and they are forced to separate from their bodies.  What's more, this is not careful trimming, but an insulting and random cutting, just like grabbing the overly long hair of an animal and hastily messing with it a few times.  Those fluffy and beautiful long hair fell to the ground with a splash. The female prisoner who served as the hairdresser was not satisfied. She used two scissors, one left and one right, and almost cut off the prisoner's scalp.

    " Du Zijun didn't care how his hair would be ruined. He just stared at the cold and sharp tip of the scissors, suspecting that it had also been used as an execution weapon.

    Do you really want this thing to hit your head?

    Yu Zhaocha lurked at his feet, staring at every living creature in the room. It was already very hungry.

    It will be his turn soon, and at this moment, that¡­A high-ranking officer, a high-ranking officer whose rank is much higher than Wen Zheliu¡¯s current status.

    ¡¾Main mission 1 has been updated: Help key targets escape (0/1)¡¿

    ¡¾Main Mission 2 has been updated: The Redemption of the Semites (0/3258)¡¿

    ¡¾Main Mission 3 has been updated: Destroy everything (0/1)¡¿

    The jingle of system prompts is endless, and three main tasks have been updated at once!

    Wen Zheliu was lost for a moment, and the senior officer standing on the stairs spoke again: "Sergeant, what are you doing?"

    He came back to his senses and knew that he should salute this strange boss now. However, Wen Zheliu couldn't raise his hand or say those words. He didn't point his stick at this man.  It's already considered very restrained.

    He pretended to raise his right hand slowly, and when he was halfway up, he covered it up with a sudden violent cough.  The officer looked at him condescendingly, and finally waved his hand and said slowly: "Okay, sergeant, since you are sick, go back to your room to recover. The doctor has temporarily taken over your job.  , but the future labor reform construction of the prison still requires your participation."

    "Yes, ahem, yes, sir," Wen Zheliu had to take a step back to show that he would go back to his room obediently, "I understand."

    The man slowly walked down the stairs. He was obviously a very self-disciplined person and seemed to have a serious case of mysophobia.  The timing of each step down the steps was perfect, his collar and military boots were also clean, and the snow-white shirt cuffs exposed under the dark military uniform were even more dazzling.  He shortened the distance between him and Wen Zheliu step by step, and said softly: "Of course, when dealing with some hard bones we also urgently need your whip."

    Wen Zheliu's heart trembled because of the noun in this sentence.

    "A tough nut to crack"Who is this talking about?  Could it be He Qin?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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