Dozo America

Sokolov has been a little depressed and frightened recently. In prison, he has completely lost the arrogance and domineering attitude of the past. He is living a life with his tail between his legs. When he got up the day before yesterday, he found the body of his boss. He died in a miserable state.

A piece of his throat was ripped out by something, and the entire trachea was ripped off by something. The key is that he didn't notice it in his sleep. You must know that he and his boss were in the same cell.

What's even more despairing is that there are actually several large bloody characters on the wall in that cell.

"Guess, will it be you next?"

I guess? God, let me guess what? Is there anything more desperate and frightening than this? The boss is dead, and he became the biggest suspect, because he was the only one with the boss, who was isolated and interrogated for a day and a night.

He did not confess, and he even wished that this interrogation could continue forever.

Does this matter have something to do with the Chinese? It must have something to do with it, but what kind of energy does he have to make his boss die cruelly and silently in his cell? Did they bribe the guards here?

He quickly rejected this thought. It was impossible.

After the interrogation, he was allowed to move freely with the prisoners, read books, newspapers, even watch TV, or play ball with those bastard prisoners. Of course, he could also bask in the sun. Sokolov was ready to go out for a walk, but he left

Wherever he goes, people will quickly keep him safe

Keep a distance and leave quickly, as if he is a god of plague. In the past, he could be seen as a result of force. But now, he definitely does not want such a phenomenon to occur. Only in the crowd will he be a little bit

A sense of security, but now he is abandoned by the crowd.

"Why do you keep your distance from me?" He suddenly rushed in front of a strong man who was about to leave him, grabbed him by the collar, and yelled loudly, "Why don't you stay with me?

?Are you afraid of me? They are all afraid of me? Tell me why, otherwise I won’t mind killing you!"

"Yes... there are words... on our wall. Whoever dares to talk to you will die..." Thanks to such a strong body, that guy didn't dare to resist at all in front of Sokolov.

"Is there writing on the wall?" Sokolov immediately thought of the writing on the wall of his cell. His face turned pale immediately, but he still pretended to be brave and said fiercely to the guy. "Just talk to me.

Want to die? Why aren't you dead now? Who are you trying to scare? Haha, who am I? Even the devil will be worried when he sees me!" He laughed dryly twice to embolden himself.

You will die if you talk to yourself? Is this a threat? A ridiculous threat, just like the sentence "Guess, you will be next". It is simply a joke, maybe the boss himself has made some strange mistake, and then

He scratched his own throat. He knew that this guess was too absurd, but he still wanted to comfort himself like this.

Forget it, the guy talked to me, but he didn't die, which is enough to prove that the words on the wall looked more like a prank. Sokolov cheered up, pretending to be calm and

He looked around with vicious eyes, but the people around him were still avoiding his eyes.

When he felt that there was really no fun here, he walked alone into the room where he could watch TV. The TV news was broadcasting a news about the leader of the Russian gang, Sergey Kiri, on a street in New York.

When Yanke was passing through a street, an iron rod dropped from the sky, penetrated through his mouth, came out from the back of his head, and pinned him firmly to the ground. He died in a miserable state.

Sokolov's face turned pale. He had heard about the Russian gangs being swept across the United States, but he believed that his gang would be able to survive, but...it was obvious that all of them had been wiped out.

What a state. He opened his mouth, but found that he was speechless.

Just when he was extremely shocked, he suddenly heard a commotion outside, and then a guard ran past him and rushed outside. Another person rushed in from the outside, shouting loudly and frightenedly.

Someone died outside.

From their shouts, Sokolov understood the meaning of their shouts. His heart tightened inexplicably, and then he headed outside with all his strength, but those people outside saw him as if they were seeing him.

They ran away like ghosts, and in an instant, only the guard carrying the body and the unlucky guy were left.

The body was taken away from him. When he saw the man's face, he was stunned. It was the guy who was talking to him. He was dead, and he seemed to hear the forensic doctor next to him saying that it was a sudden attack.

Sexual heart disease. This...how is this possible?

"No, God, no -" He finally felt helpless from the bottom of his heart, and finally felt fear from the depths of his soul. His legs went weak and he knelt on the ground. It was as if he had lost his soul.

He was kneeling there and muttering something. At this moment, he suddenly felt something hit him hard on the head. A stream of warm liquid flowed from the top of his head to his eyes, and then his whole body

The world has turned red.

There were two guards waving batons and yelling something loudly at him, but he couldn't hear clearly. His body was swaying, and then he leaned and fell to the ground. Then his body was smashed by the two guards.

He was dragged into his cell like a dead dog. After a while, a doctor, accompanied by two guards, bandaged his head hastily and left in a hurry.

Now, he is the god of plague in the prison, and no one dares to say a word to him, including the unlucky guy who was transferred to his cell after the death of his boss. He is looking at Suo Suo with hollow eyes in fear.

Koloff curled up on his bed shivering a little, as if he was facing a devil, Satan.

Early the next morning, Sokolov opened his eyes and looked around. He was not dead, and now he had a companion. Since the devil wanted to torture him, he would torture those bastards in the prison.

Aren't you afraid of me? Aren't you afraid to talk to me? Then I have to talk to you.

Having made up his mind, Sokolov smiled. He was very adaptable. Now that he had decided, he had to do this, so he walked to the unlucky guy in the same room. He smiled and said: "You

What's your name? If you don't tell me, I won't mind killing you!"

The man shook his head desperately, and the more he pressed, the less he spoke. Sokolov punched and kicked the guy until he was dying, but he never said a word to Sokolov. Sokolov was tired from beating him.

He smiled and pointed at the unlucky guy and said, "I'll make you talk to me!"

Shortly after breakfast, it was time to relax again. Sokolov took the initiative to walk outside. He deliberately went to the place where the crowds gathered. He opened his arms to them loudly and laughed: "Come here, you guys."

These eggless guys, come here and talk to me!"

Wherever he went, people hid in panic. Finally, he caught a strong man who couldn't hide. He smiled loudly and wildly at the guy: "Come on, tell me, I

He's a devil. Tell me—" He punched the strong man with one punch.

Obviously, he had found the wrong person this time. The strong man squeezed his fist with one hand, and when he pressed hard, he could hear the bones of his hand making a tooth-piercing "gurgle".

The bones in his hands were crushed by the sound. Then the strong man yelled at the group of people behind him: "If you don't want to be harassed to death by him, kill him!"

This sentence worked very well. Immediately, the crowd rushed forward, punching and kicking Sokolov, and began to take crazy revenge. During this period, they had been tortured enough by Sokolov, and now someone came forward.

Well, then let’s beat him up. Suddenly, countless fists and feet fell on Sokolov’s body.

"Dudu——" the siren blew, and someone said "disperse". Immediately, the people who had just participated in the beating of Sokolov immediately dispersed, leaving only Sokolov alone.

Lying there in a strange posture, his feet were almost beside his head.

A group of guards rushed over and started beating the group with batons. Several people came over carrying a stretcher. Among them was a doctor who was checking Sokolov's pupils, and the light of a flashlight was flashing in front of his eyes.

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"He is still breathing and must be treated immediately. All his hands and feet are broken, and several vertebrae are broken in the back. He is paralyzed..." The doctor's words continued to reach Sokolov's ears, and he could only listen, and he

He couldn't move, not even his eyes, or his whole body. Only his brain was still awake and he could see clearly the things and people in front of him. But his whole body was in terrible pain. At this moment, he really wanted to die.

Why didn't you beat yourself to death?

In the hospital, he lay quietly with an oxygen mask on his face. His eyes could finally move a little bit. The doctor performed an operation, but the final conclusion was that he was completely paralyzed and could not even speak or move his fingers.

Nothing works anymore. The only thing is that I can still move my eyes. And I can still feel the pain all over my body.

Night has fallen. The lights in the ward are on, and he lies on the bed in despair. This is more uncomfortable than killing him. Why does all this happen to him? No one comes to see him, not even the nurse. Only

Occasionally, guards came over to see if he was dead. Maybe they had already thought he was dead.

The sounds in the corridor gradually disappeared, and there was a strange silence in the entire ward. Sokolov's eyes squinted, and then he could not hide the fear in his eyes.

A man was slowly appearing in the ward. He was a man in his thirties. He seemed to appear out of thin air, with a smile on his lips that would make even the devil tremble.

"I know what you are thinking!" The man walked slowly to Sokolov's side, "You shouldn't have killed that woman, so you have to bear all this now. The Russian gangsters are finished, and soon they will There is a new Russian gangster formed, but they are no longer your people! Don’t worry, you won’t die. You won’t die until fifteen years later, and someone will come to take your life!”

Fifteen years later? A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, that cute little girl, she will come for revenge! (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!