Yan Jiucheng raised his head and looked at the man who spit on his head, this is a white man of about one meter nine, wearing a blue coat, very dirty, although he looks tall, he is not very strong, but his eyes look like a thief with many eyes, and there is a kind of gloomy feeling that he has not been exposed to the sun for eight hundred years.

Yan Jiucheng shook the phlegm, and the phlegm couldn't fall off.

Bah!

The white man in the blue coat took another bite and spit directly on Yan Jiucheng's face.

Phew!

The others echoed and spat on Yan Jiucheng's body.

Many of the prisoners who can be locked up at the gates of hell are habitual offenders and frequent visitors to prison meals. They have experience in the routines in prison, and Yan Jiucheng, who has no experience, became a target as soon as he got in the car.

There were ten people in this car, and there were more than 30 prisoners who entered this wave, and they all got out of the car after a while, and the people in the other cars saw Yan Jiucheng, and they understood in their hearts: just confess this man covered in saliva.

It's been a quarter, a whole quarter, and this prison has only had a wave of newcomers.

The people inside have been waiting for a long time.

Yan Jiucheng didn't speak, nor did he have any eyes of resistance, but climbed into the car with his head down.

"Be honest!" the police officer just finished handing over, then got into the car, took out his gun and pointed directly at the criminal who was spitting, and pointed to the left, far outside: "You sit here." ”

There are two rows of seats in the car, and the reason why the prisoners in the two rows sit honestly is because their hands are handcuffed to a bar behind the seat, and with a click, Yan Jiucheng's hands are also handcuffed to the bar behind him.

Bang, the door is closed.

The officer sat in the passenger seat.

As soon as the door closed, the car darkened, and only a few vents shone through a ray of light, and a trace of light hit Yan Jiucheng's head and illuminated his forehead.

On the forehead, a mouthful of phlegm fell and pulled out the silk.

"Hey. The white man in the blue coat grinned at Yan Jiucheng, and in the dim light, his pale skin looked even more gloomy.

Yan Jiucheng raised his head to look at him, and swept the ten people sitting in the car.

"Which country?" the white man in the blue coat stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, his voice was phlegm-like, and it was very uncomfortable to listen to.

Yan Jiucheng did not answer.

First, he glanced at the few people who had just spat on his saliva, and made a judgment in his heart: the few who spat on would definitely not be spies from other countries. Because if you are a spy, you will not make enemies right away.

Five people spat on the spit, and the remaining five were black.

It is impossible to tell who is a spy just by looking at the appearance, and can only be judged by the actions of the other party in the later time. Whether there will be one spy or several, it is unknown.

It depends on how many countries are eyeing scientists.

"Cowardice, don't answer?" The white man in the blue coat grinned, bent down slightly, and leaned towards Yan Jiucheng, squeezing his eyebrows.

The people around laughed, especially the few who spat and laughed even harder.

"Don't understand English, do you know who I am?" the white man in the blue coat sniffed and licked his tongue in his mouth.

"Brother, this looks like an economic crime came in, don't scare him to death in the car, you have to keep those people in the gates of hell for a while. A yellow-haired man sitting next to a white man in a blue coat opened his mouth.

Everyone's approach to prison is different.

There will be no murderers alone in the gates of hell, there will be all kinds of criminals, and the only thing that is consistent is that the top criminals who are locked up here are all crimes committed by many countries and are very difficult to try.

Although Yan Jiucheng is 1.85 meters, he is not very tall in front of Westerners, and his physique is very thin in comparison, which is easy to make people feel easy to pinch.

Yan Jiucheng still didn't speak, just raised his eyes to look at the white man in the blue coat and watched quietly.

"I spent 10 years in Dongwo Prison and killed two more guards before I was transferred here. The white man in the blue coat smiled coldly: "Before the East Wo prison, I ......"

As he spoke, the car suddenly stopped.

The white man in the blue coat turned into frost at once, and everyone in the car became nervous at once.

"It's here. The officer got out of the car and said loudly.

Faintly, I heard what seemed to be a noisy voice coming from a distance, peeking in through several ventilation holes.

"They were partying, waiting for us to go in. The white man in the blue coat twitched his face, and after glancing at several of them, his eyes fell on Yan Jiucheng's body.

Phew!

Subsequently, they spit a few more mouthfuls of phlegm on Yan Jiucheng's body.

This is the default rule of all major prisons: give new people for revelry.

If it's okay in other prisons, at least there are prison guards who are closed, and the newcomers are sent directly to the designated room as soon as they come in, and the door is locked, and they can only 'play' when they are released. But the gates of hell are different, and the gates of hell are self-governing by criminals.

Is there a special room for each criminal? That's a dream.

As soon as you enter, you will be surrounded by old inmates who are waiting for the carnival to the extreme.

How to binge?

No one knows, the only thing that knows is that the new criminals who are sent in every quarter will die the next day at least three and be thrown into the aisle where the only contact with the outside world is to deliver food.

If the old inmates go out to the carnival in person, then the new group of inmates will bring out a few people to present, and if the new inmates torture each other to show the old inmates, then they will also choose a few of them and attack them in groups.

No matter which one it is, the ones who are spit on the most will not escape the catastrophe.

Bang......

The door is opened.

Instantly, a loud noise was heard in the distance.

Boom! Boom!

Something seemed to be tapping.

Whoa!

It seems to be a whistling sound.

Yan Jiucheng got out of the car, only to see that there were two cars in front of him who also opened their doors, and 11 people got down from each car.

"Stand still!" came more than 30 prison guards, each with a live gun in hand, almost one shooting at a criminal. Sure enough, it is the gates of hell, the configuration of the most terrifying prison in the world.

Thirty-three new prisoners stood in a row, and standing next to Yan Jiucheng was the unlucky guy they had chosen in another car, covered in phlegm.

Once again, the group was led to the high-walled prison.

When you are far away, you don't think that the prison is very big, but when you walk up to the prison wall, you will look up and see that the height of the wall is the height that blocks the world.

After entering, there was an open space of about 30 meters, and the part of the open space was a high wall.

Yan Jiucheng looked around, there were guns everywhere on the outer walls of the first floor, and there were outposts on all sides, and prison guards stayed on them.

After passing through the clearing, there was another wall, which was still about thirty meters long, and that section of the clearing was still a high wall, and above the wall, there were still sentry posts and prison guards with guns.

There are three layers of encirclement, and it is indeed too difficult to escape from here.

These three floors of open space of 30 meters each are enough for people to strafe.

As you go further inside, the noise inside gets louder and louder.

At first, the prisoners would make noises and look around, but when it came to the last wall, everyone stopped looking.

Behind the wall is the prison.

Boom! Boom!

The sound of neat banging was heard, mixed with screams and laughter. It's full of excitement and savagery.

The guard stopped, turned around, and pointed to a small door in the wall: "Get in!"

The team walked towards the small door, and as soon as the small door opened, the sound inside became louder and louder, and Yan Jiucheng saw the phlegm-covered man walking in front of him shaking his calves wildly, and the trembling "oh, my god" prayer of some people behind.

No matter how wicked the wicked are in other prisons, they will also fear the wicked inside the gates of hell.

The autonomy of prisoners, those who can survive, and those who have survived to this day, are all heinous evil, even if they are the bosses in other prisons, and when they get here, they are just newcomers.

After entering through the small door, there are rows of large faucets. Yan Jiucheng has seen in the movie that all prisoners have to bathe and change their clothes when they are in prison, and their whole bodies are checked.

"Take it off!" As in the movie, everyone took off their clothes as the prison guard gave the order.

Zizizizi!

The water rushed straight over and rushed to the group.

Yan Jiucheng quickly glanced at everyone, their faces, the tattoos on their bodies, and their demeanor were imprinted into his mind one by one. What made him a little anxious was that he couldn't see who was a spy from another country.

I remembered so many lists of spies from other countries in my mind, but none of them matched.

Perhaps, without spies from other countries, this is also possible.

"For a moment, it's him. The white man who had stripped off his clothes pointed at Yan Jiucheng and whispered to the people around him: "This yellow man." ”

"And those two. The others pointed to two other people, both of whom had been spat on in the other two cars.

Change into clothes and stand in a line.

"C990!C991!C992......" The prison guards made a final personnel verification and stuck the beats engraved with the numbers on the prisoners' collars one by one.

In the blue prison uniform, he was also given a blue jeans and jeans, Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand to hold the folded denim suit, and watched the prison guard card C992 on his collar. The sign is engraved with a skull, which looks quite delicate and individual on weekdays.

At this time, it can only feel terrifying.

"Ready!" The prison guard led by him gave an order, his voice was high-pitched and long, and after this sound, he only heard the prison suddenly boiling.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The rhythm of the sound of beating things increased, just like the drumming in a martial arts novel.

More than thirty prison guards stood on both sides of the prisoners in unison, only to hear the sound of bullets being loaded, the nervousness on the faces of the prison guards was obvious, and Yan Jiucheng even saw that the lips of several prison guards were shaking.

The prisoners stomped their feet with some instinct.

Yan Jiucheng heard the sound of everyone inhaling deeply.

"Ready to open the door!9!8!7......" With the countdown from the loudspeaker, the last door was opened, and a ray of light came through, and at the same time a foul smell of rotting flesh came to the face.

and deafening coaxing.

Shout!

The prison guards whistled loudly to signal everyone to be quiet, but to no avail.

The prison guard at the head looked at it, moved out of the wayway, turned his head, and the guard turned his head to look at his colleague and nodded.

"Be careful!" he said.

"Get in here, you sons of bitches, I don't want to die here!" roared one of the prison guards, his face flushed, and the nervousness he had seen to be out of control.

Da da da, a few gunshots.

"6!5!4......" The countdown sound on the loudspeaker was drowned out by a frantic heckling.

"Son of a bitch! Stand back! Don't throw anything away!" roared the guard.

"3!2!1!" Yan Jiucheng could barely hear the sound of the countdown, his ears were full of the sound of things pounding, and the endless whistles and laughter of the prisoners inside.

"A bunch of scumbags! Get in!" Yan Jiucheng, who walked to the door, was kicked in by the prison guards.

Prisoner autonomy, which is a prison where the law punishes offenders for crimes, is also a place outside the law.

"Hell's Gate! Welcome!" the prisoners cried out in unison.

Hahahaha, laughter came from all directions, bloody and bloody.

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