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I think he had lived as a prisoner on death row for half a year in the Monya Empire. To be precise, it was a life full of humiliation and suffering. At this time, the second entry into the palace was naturally very upset.

Churchill was different, it was the big girl sitting on the sedan chair.

He is very optimistic that this is a precious life experience, a new life experience that will help him achieve his dream. Although he is still an artilleryman now, when the Celtic holy sword is broken, the Krem Palace Turned into a sea of ​​flames, after Kirklaf I paid the price for his brutality, he would put down his guns and cannons, pursue his dreams, and create a new life.

Even if everyone dislikes him, he thinks a gunner who wants to be an actor is funny, stupid, and even more contradictory.

But... he will not give up, as long as he is still alive, he will not stop approaching his dream.

Why did you rebel against the tyranny of Kolklav I? It is not hatred, nor is it replaced, but to create a new life so that everyone can freely pursue a dream life and a world that can breathe freely.

These, he has not told anyone.

He is an artilleryman, he is happy to be in the company of Hausen, but this does not mean that he does not have a delicate heart.

Along the way, he always smiled, looking at every facility in the prison with a curious and eager look, even the simplest silver-white walls.

Tang Fang was as calm as water, Howson was aggrieved, and Churchill looked like a curious baby, which made them look weird, feeling incompatible with prison, and very different from ordinary death row inmates.

Perhaps it is because they are used to watching the expressions of loss, confusion, and regret on death row prisoners, and it feels uncomfortable to see the three people look indifferent, perhaps because they want to teach them a lesson, or because they are depressed. Wanting to find something to vent their emotions, the elder of the four prison guards stopped the **** process, pointed to a room on the corner and said, "Take them to the wash."

Mood fluctuations appeared on Tang Fang’s calm face, but he still followed the prison guard’s words and walked to the corner bathroom.

Howson thought of something. A few twitches on his cheeks made him look a bit hideous.

Since he intends to experience prison life, Churchill will naturally not resist.

So the three of them entered the bathroom under the **** of four prison guards and stripped off their clothes under their watch.

Tang Fang's eyes were still calm, and he was not humiliated because he was naked and the other party was neatly dressed. As a man who had crawled out of the dead, these shallow insults could not affect his mood at all.

Not to mention that the four prison guards are all men, even if there are women present, he still dare to do so, anyway, all three of them have undergone disguise. Who can recognize the person who is naked in front of him is the famous "Morning Star Casting" head family.

Churchill walked into the room last, but it was the second person to undress. His body was covered with scars, both from stab wounds and bullet marks, which made people look at him.

Howson is different, his whole body is smooth and clean, except for a lot of hair, he can't find a medal that can represent him as a real man.

Churchill finally figured out the reason why the boxer, who has always been heroic and dry, took off his clothes and whipped up. Couldn't hold back. Hehe laughed out loud.

"I... I originally had a lot of scars, all because of Tang..."

The boxer blushed and explained that when he was halfway through the conversation, Tang Fang suddenly elbowed him under his ribs. I squeezed the word "square" back into my stomach abruptly, and then realized that he almost said bald mouth, revealing the identity of the three.

Ever since he encountered Evil Eye at Nami Star, his body's genes have been modified to obtain high-speed regeneration ability, the scars on him, Tang Fang, and Aros disappeared.

For a real man like Uncle Howson. This is not romantic at all, not manly at all.

At this time. One of the four prison guards left the room and walked outside the door. Responsible for letting go.

The elder prison guard pointed to the shower booth in front and said, "Past."

Tang Fang stepped forward, still calm until now.

If he hadn't crossed, he might feel a little unbalanced and even angry in his heart, but after absorbing Tang Yan's memory, he was already very indifferent.

This is the rule, just like every industry, from the leadership of the country, to the market and vegetable market, must follow those visible or invisible rules.

No matter how beautiful you are outside, how strong you are, and how dignified you are, when you enter such a place, you will first be insulted by your personality, cut off your pride and dignity, destroy your will and spirit, and become a dog. Not as good as the walking dead.

In fact, why is it not so in the army? In Tang Yan's memory, there are countless methods for veterans to torture recruits, and methods for superiors to squeeze subordinates.

This is a social phenomenon that does not change due to personal will. As long as the evil side of human nature has soil for growth, it will never be completely eliminated.

When he thought of the "home delivery" method, he thought that he would encounter such a thing. He was not surprised, so he was calm.

It was this calm that made the elderly prison guards uneasy.

Intuition tells him that the thinnest Asian boy among the three is their leader.

He regarded the young boy's peace as a contempt for power and a mockery of the prison guard. Because he feels from the bottom of his heart that the prison guards themselves are vicious dogs raised by the state machinery. He does not want to admit this, but must admit it.

When Tang Fang stood in the bathing position, he took the high-pressure water gun handed over from him, adjusted the pressure, and opened the valve.

This is a very common punishment to torture prisoners. While insulting people, it will bring unparalleled pleasure to the perpetrator, and it saves time and effort. Watching the white flower's body collide with the water spray, there is a kind of pleasing taste to a certain extent.

He laughed, laughed loudly.

Compared with Tang Fang's calmness, it formed a sharp contrast.

It is a pity that he did not see the high pressure water rushing on the back of the Asian youth, breaking into countless splashes, nor did he hear the exclamation, nor did he see the naked man who fell to the ground.

Because there was a person in front of him, he forcibly blocked the high-pressure water flow with his crossed arms. The lasing waves spread out in his flat and short hairstyle, and the water snaked down along his arms and fell on the ground to form puddles. .

"Wow..."

The sound of water sounded. The heat is surging, and the glass window above the bathing area is obscured, where you can see the darkening sky outside. The induction lamp arranged on the ceiling suddenly lights up, emitting a soft white light, like a naughty elf. On the surface of splashing water drops and rising steam leaping for joy.

He stood under the shower head, gently kneading his scalp, letting the warm water flow all over his body, and let out a light sigh.

For some reason, in this situation of waiting for the time to come, he can forget those crises briefly. Those pressures, let your mind go, take a hot bath, even if this is a prison, not the familiar captain's room.

However, such a scene is like a needle **** into the body. The elder prison guard was furious.

He shouted angrily: "What are you going to do? Get out of the way!"

Howson didn't move, his full-length face was hidden behind the splash, revealing a cold smile from the bottom of his heart.

The two elderly prison guards pulled out the batons attached to their belts and stared coldly at the prisoner who had never moved under the impact of the high-pressure water. They only waited for an order from the boss to let him taste the sticks.

In a place like this, the resistance representative asks for trouble. But...someone still wants to challenge their majesty from time to time, and in the end they can only be bruised and bruised. Be a role model for killing chickens and monkeys.

They never reflect on whether they are deceiving too much, no one will sympathize with a death row prisoner, people will only remember the sins he committed during his lifetime. Even if... sometimes those so-called "sin" are forced out.

In the one-third acre of the prison, the guards are the princes of one party, and the warden is the **** who holds theocratic power and can do everything.

"Hit me..." The older prison guard pointed to Hausen's hateful face and said in an almost crazy tone: "Hit me to death." Finished. He closed the water valve and then drew a baton from his waist. The top is a little mottled, and if you distinguish it carefully, you can see that it is dried blood.

Two young prison guards had already rushed up before this. The truncheon hit Hausen's head directly, and the shot was very cruel, without leaving any emotion.

None of them noticed that Churchill, who had been silent for a long time, moved, and his tight body was suddenly released like a long bow full of strings. The whole person was like a cannonball, rushing out from the side, and a deadly shoulder hit against it. Under the prison guard on the right.

The hard muscles bulged high, and the violent blue tendons were like tough hemp ropes, and the force was transmitted to the prison guard's ribs. There was only a muffled creak and then a sharp scream.

The guard turned into a huge football, arched back and flew out, and finally stuck to the west wall with a slap, slowly sliding down like a group of boneless slugs, splitting his legs, and leaning on the ground. Churchill fainted with a simple impact.

Another prison guard was shocked by the scene before him. He only felt a black shadow flashing past, and then the sound of mud on the wall. When he turned his head to look subconsciously, his good partner really slipped off the wall like a puddle of mud, his eyes rolled over, unconscious.

Just as he was stunned, Howson sprinted to catch up, casually bent his toe hook, Pu Ye's big palm slammed his neck, and the poor guy opened his mouth before squeezing out his throat. With a miserable hum, he followed in the footsteps of his companions and fell to the ground and passed out.

The moment the older prison guard took out his baton, the two young prison guards all lost their ability to move. The first prison guard had two broken ribs. It is estimated that there will be some concussions. I wonder if there will be sequelae.

The one in the back was in a better situation, at least he didn't break any bones, but fell to the ground and knocked his nose, and two lines of blood stained his mustache red.

The mole on the corner of his mouth trembles slightly, and he looks at the two big men in front of him in disbelief. Through the gap between the two people, he saw the young man spread the shampoo all over his scalp, rushing out a lot of foam under the water, and sliding down the smooth back all the way.

Vaguely, I heard a hum, as if singing.

His lungs are about to explode. He hasn't seen such an arrogant guy in more than 20 years as a prison guard, and the two muscular men who are as strong as a cow in front of him. As a prison guard on death row inmates, he usually exercises a lot of physical fitness, so how can he get rid of him as soon as he meets him.

Hausen and Churchill are from the "Morning Star", and their melee combat ability is among the best among the crew. Veterans like them who have survived the battlefield have to fight the police who are battling the camp and eating and waiting to die. A thing that is very easy to distinguish.

This is still the two men who have kept a proper measure, otherwise, I am afraid that there are already two dead bodies that have fallen on the ground.

"Is it really good for you to treat death row prisoners like this?"

Churchill said with a cold face, compared to Howson, his character is more delicate.

In his view, people who are sentenced to death should be more benevolent and protect their natural human rights, because compassion for the dying is a sentiment shared by all human beings.

Gypsell’s laws are clearly too strict. If some death row prisoners are placed in other princes, they are simply not up to such a criminal law. They themselves are pitiful and suffer from prison guards. This is undoubtedly a violation of human rights and human nature. Of blasphemy.

Churchill was very angry, but because Tang Fang was very calm, he chose to suppress his emotions until Howson used his body to block the high-pressure water that should be sprayed on the Captain.

The older prison guard raised sparse eyebrows, and said in a cold voice, "Do you want to die?"

Howson raised his **** at him and cursed: "Idiot."

The prison guard then realized that the three people in front of them were prisoners who should die. They had to die if they wanted to die, and they had to die if they didn't want to die. The sentence just now was really only an idiot who would ask.

He just asked subconsciously, just like seeing the young man feel uncomfortable at the face of Gu Jing Wubo, trying to force him to show some more exciting expressions, it is completely unintentional.

The professional authority cultivated over many years has become accustomed to enjoying the awe of the prisoners. Suddenly encountering a special case will naturally produce strange emotions and feel that someone is provoking his authority.

He doesn’t think this is a kind of perverted mental illness, because the warden, the chief of police, and other officials all have such problems. He calls it official prestige, and thinks it comes from His Majesty’s gift, and plans. The name of the Lanx United Kingdom is bound together and is sacred and inviolable.

This can be reflected in the national emblem on the uniform.

"You..."

Howson did not listen to his continued nonsense, and strode forward.

He raised his hand, smashed the baton down, and at the same time touched his left hand to the back of the waist. There was a sharp weapon pinned there. As long as he pressed the button, the monitoring device on the ankles of the three people in front would stimulate a strong current, making them unable to move.

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He was too nervous, or Howson acted too quickly. He failed to press the shock button, and the baton in his hand was snatched by the big guy. When he tripped forward, he fell and ate shit, and his left face was on the ground.

He smelled a delicate scent, which was more impressive than the **** smell in his mouth. It turned out that some shampoo washed down by running water flowed in front of him and wet the mole at the corner of his mouth.

The young man had washed his hair and applied shower gel on his body, as if he was very attentive and happy. He didn't even notice that someone behind him was drinking his shampoo. (To be continued)

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