At night, quicksand castle prison.

Every night before going to bed, the guards in each cell check the room.

Shi Jun and five other prison guards, who were in charge of Cell No. 8, were fully armed, inspected each room one by one, and found that the fights were stopped, and the wounded and dead were dragged out.

This special prison is not like those standardized prisons in the world, where the prisoners have recreational activities, work to earn money, have a strict reward and punishment system, etc., except for a period of time every morning to go out to bask in the wind and sun, the rest of the time is spent in the cell.

This prison is one of the top 10 dangerous prisons in the world, and it is known as the prison of death, and it is not for nothing.

When it was his turn to inspect the fifth room, Shi Jun sighed gloomily with a sad expression.

Yang Xiaoqian has been locked up since two o'clock in the afternoon, and now it is almost nine o'clock in the evening, and more than seven hours have passed, and it is estimated that nine out of ten have been tortured to half death.

"Hey, brothers, what do you think happened to that Huaxia ***?"

"Hehe, do you still need to guess, it must be that your butt is bleeding and lying on the bed and you can't get up!"

"Yes, yes, yes, it must be so! Hehe, Officer Shi, what do you think will happen to your little compatriot?"

……

Shi Jun's four foreign colleagues laughed and laughed.

Shi Jun glared at them with a gloomy face, and an annoyed light shot out of his gaze.

The four of them stopped talking, and their eyes looking at him were full of disdain and ridicule.

A bald foreign prison guard couldn't wait to open the door.

Suddenly, all five of them were stunned, and they opened their mouths and widened their eyes in shock, as if they had seen the most incredible thing in the world!

The twenty terrorists were all lying on the bed, each of them had a big hole in the fart, the blood stained the whole fart, and everyone had a lot of snacks in front of them, such as chocolate, melon seeds, candied fruits, ham sausages, shrimp crackers, etc., everything they wanted, and they ate with relish.

The Japanese man was lying in the corner like a dead dog, spitting out an iron rod from his mouth, and had been dead for a long time.

What about Yang Xiaoqian?

People sit cross-legged on the bed intact and close their eyes to breathe!

Damn!

How so?

Everyone's chrysanthemums were blown up, but this kid wasn't blown up!

What the hell is this messy script?

What the hell is going on here?

Could it be that these perverted terrorists are all willing to be gentle little and let that kid blow them up one by one?

Grass!

Lunatic!

All lunatics!

Shi Jun and the others originally thought that Yang Xiaoqian's buttocks were bleeding and he couldn't get off the bed, but he didn't know that he couldn't get out of bed when he made someone's fart.

Shi Jun and the others were full of capitalized and bold words on their faces, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

When Yang Xiaoqian saw Shi Jun coming, he immediately got out of bed and came to him, took out a box of Cuban cigars, and said with a smile: "Brother Shi, you are here, come, smoke a cigar!"

Seeing that his compatriots are very close outside, Shi Jun and Wang Dehuai are good to him, although the two of them have limited abilities and don't help him much, but he is still very grateful to the two.

it!

Cuban cigars!

Where did you get this kid?

Shi Jun and the others looked at the cigars in his hand in shock, and swallowed their saliva one by one.

They were smokers, but their little prison guards could not afford to smoke such expensive Cuban cigars with limited salaries.

In addition, in this desert with few resources, it is difficult to get Cuban cigars even if you have money.

Shi Jun drooled greedily, took it embarrassedly, immediately put it on his nose and sniffed it with a look of enjoyment, and then couldn't wait to put it in his mouth.

Yang Xiaoqian immediately lit it for him, and then lit one himself.

The two of them swallowed the clouds and spit fog together.

The four foreign prison guards on the side drooled greedily, looked at Yang Xiaoqian with blank eyes, and waited for him to give them one.

I don't know that this kid didn't look at them from the beginning to the end, as if they didn't exist as if they were air.

The four of them are also prison guards, but they just don't give any face.

The four were embarrassed and annoyed.

"2037, smoking is not allowed in prison, we are going to confiscate your cigarettes!"

A bald foreign prison guard reached out in annoyance and grabbed the cigarette case in Yang Xiaoqian's hand.

Yang Xiaoqian glanced at him, holding the cigar between his fingers, and poked the burning part on the back of his hand.

"Whew...... F.K. Squid...... Lao Tzu shot you ......"

The bald prison guard burned the back of his hand, screamed in pain, shook his hand again and again, and in a fit of rage, he reached out and was about to pull out a gun from his waist.

Prison guards have the right to shoot and kill these terrorist inmates on the spot if they attack them.

Shi Jun's face changed, and he reached out and grabbed his colleague's wrist to prevent him from pulling out his gun.

"Fa Ke Squid, you dare to scold our boss, and you want to shoot him, you want to die!"

"Dog prison guard, paralyzed immediately apologize to our boss!"

"Apologize!"

……

Twenty terrorists were furious, jumped out of bed, surrounded the bald prison guards, and squeezed him with their strong chests and shouted.

What the?

They actually call this kid boss?

Oh, my God!

These perverted terrorists who kill people without blinking an eye actually worship a sixteen or seventeen-year-old guy as the boss?

Is the world about to change?

What's going on here?

Why the hell is this?

This scene completely subverted Shi Jun and others' outlook on life, world view and other views.

These terrorists are perverted outlaws, who kill people at the slightest disagreement, and the prison guards dare not clash with them even if they have guns.

"Sarui 2037!"

The bald prison guard was frightened and immediately apologized.

The terrorists cursed and let him go.

The bald prison guard's face was gloomy, and he turned around and walked away first.

The other three foreign prison guards gasped in shock, looked at each other a few times, and saw a trace of horror in each other's eyes, and they didn't dare to stay here anymore, carrying the body of the dead Japanese and Japanese people and leaving quickly.

Yang Xiaoqian slapped the bald prison guard and other four foreign prison guards in the face, earning money for the Chinese people, Shi Jun didn't mention how happy he was, he patted Yang Xiaoqian's shoulder excitedly, and praised: "Xiao Yang, you are so awesome!"

"Our Great Huaxia people are very awesome!"

Yang Xiaoqian said with a smile.

"Hahaha, yes, yes, we Great Chinese people are very good! Let's go abroad, representing the image of our Great Chinese people, and we must not disgrace our Great Huaxia! Xiao Yang, you did a great job!"

Shi Jun laughed and laughed, an endless sense of pride rose in his heart.

These perverted terrorists can't even control the prison guards with guns, but now they have been subdued by a little guy in China!

Can he not be proud of being a Chinese?

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(End of chapter)