His face was covered in blood, and the bridge of his nose was smashed with the butt of a gun, and he looked terrible, almost half a life left.

"Spare me, Zhang discipline, I won't dare next time. "The dogskin bear couldn't stand on his feet, so he could only lie on the ground and talk.

"Next time, do you want to have a next time?" Zhang Muzi raised his eyebrows, his biggest taboo was that some people called him a nickname, even though all the prison guards were calling him by this nickname.

"No, no, no, I mean I won't dare in the future!" The black man was obviously beaten stupidly, his broken palm and broken ribs, and it was estimated that it would take several months to fully recover.

"If you want me to spare you, then come out with some sincerity. After Zhang Mule finished speaking, he shook his throat fiercely and spat a mouthful of sticky thick phlegm on the ground.

"Lick this clean, and I'll take you to the doctor, or you'll stay here and die." ”

The dogskin bear subconsciously glanced at the mouthful of phlegm on the ground, resisted the urge to vomit, and wanted to bargain, but found that the prison guard didn't look at him at all, and his eyes fell elsewhere in a very chic manner.

"Hurry up and lick it, or I'll shoot you!" the soldier roared impatiently, and someone was already whispering, laughing and laughing.

The prisoners were silent, Zhang Mule was right, he was the biggest here, he told others to do something, others had to do it, otherwise, it would be a severe beating.

Dogskin Bear was almost convulsed all over, kneeling down in front of the mouthful of thick phlegm, holding his breath and sticking out his tongue......

Lynch didn't choose to look at this scene directly, not out of pity and intolerance, but for fear of spitting out the overnight meal, after all, before coming here, his three views had always been normal.

He is the type of person who believes that "life is good", just as he is willing to be an ordinary person and marry and have children with the girl he loves.

"0571, do you see, this is the end of offending this instructor, you are very lucky today, I think in the future, you should know what to do, right?" Zhang Muzi said to Chong Lynch with a lively spirit.

The latter smiled: "Thank you Instructor Zhang for reminding me, just now, I suddenly decided to be an honest person." ”

"The consciousness is very high, but being honest doesn't mean there won't be trouble, in addition to being honest, you also have to learn to be smart, especially in front of me, do you understand?"

"Yes instructor! I will try to do it!" Lynch stood straight as he spoke, and he did not feel at all a cowardice in the slightest, just as he had been sent to pretend to be a servant of a rich family when he had been on an assassination mission, and was called to and fro by the mistress in a kimono with the waist of the water snake, and finally stabbed his target in the throat with an ordinary chopstick on a dark and windy night, and then left like a ghost.

Yes, this kind of forbearance will one day be extremely Tailai, instead of being crippled for the sake of momentary pleasure like this buddy in front of him.

"Count you as acquaintances. Seeing Lynch's subordinate appearance, Zhang Mule glanced at him with contempt.

At first, he thought that with Lynch's special identity, he must be a hard bone to gnaw, but he didn't expect the effect of killing chickens and monkeys to be so obvious.

When the dog skin bear licked the phlegm clean, he was carried on a stretcher and sent to the infirmary.

The appearance of this episode caused the prisoners to shut their mouths one after another, and some of them were timid, and even sat down on their beds honestly.

Lynch was taken to a room in the far corner of the cell, where the soldier kicked open the rusty iron door and pushed Lynch from behind: "Get into your kennel!"

"I live alone?" Lynch looked at Mule Zhang a little confused, he had always thought that he would be sent into the big room and deal with the big and rough people who were covered in sweat and smelled of sexual organs.

"What's the matter?, not happy?" Zhang Muzi's eyes were cold, and the corners of his eyes were raised: "I sue you 0571, you just came to live in a single room, and you have this kind of treatment alone." ”

"Why?" Lynch always felt that there was something wrong with this, and although he had never lived in prison, he also understood that only those who made mistakes would be placed in separate rooms as punishment to keep them from getting into trouble.

"Where are you having so many problems! Get in!"

"!" Lynch, who was pushed in, gritted his teeth, he really wanted to punch him and beat this guy all over the ground to find his teeth, but reason told him that he must not do this, otherwise let alone escape, whether he can survive or not will have to say twice.

After all the prison guards left, the heavy iron door was closed again, and although there was a light on the top of the prison area, there were too many blind spots that the light could not reach.

The inmates began to talk again, and the main thing they discussed was why the new rookie was being locked up in a private room.

This made them puzzled, probably because this kid bribed the prison guards?

Lynch didn't care where he was being held, but the strong smell of disinfectant from here really annoyed him.

Even more frustrating was to come, even the futon and pillowcases were filled with the smell, and those who cleaned up the room presumably poured a whole pot of disinfectant directly into it to save trouble.

At the very least, it will mask the musty smell on the bedding and remind the new rookie: Look at the young man, this is a poison drop, and there is absolutely no hygiene problem.

The furnishings in the room were simple, a bed made of old wooden planks that looked precarious and in danger of collapsing at any moment.

Yes, there was only one bed, and all the furniture had only one bed, which surprised Lynch, who had expected a desk and chair or something, but there weren't.

To make matters worse, the area of the room that can be moved around is quite narrow, and if Lynch wants to do a full set of combos, it will be easy to hit his nose against the wall.

The walls were old cement walls, and the white ash on them had long since faded, and the whole looked mottled, and someone had carved words on it with sharp objects, and it was full of filthy swear words.

The place close to the wall is the kind of horse pool that was very popular in the 80s of the last century, that is, the place of excretion, if it is a lady, you need to point your butt out of the door, otherwise it is easy to pee outside.

This rectangular room is simply a coffin made of reinforced concrete.

Lynch scolded his mother uncleanly, turned on the rusty faucet, took a few handfuls of water and washed his face.

He didn't care much about whether the bleach content in the tap water here was too high, he just wanted to ask very simply, what is the secret to the inmates who have stayed here not to be depressed?

The only place where sunlight could get in the room was a tiny, tiny iron window above the horse pool, so small that only rats could get in.

Lynch stepped on the edge of the horse pool and stood on tiptoe to try to look out, but he found that the iron window was too high above the floor for him to reach.

So he chose to jump on the spot, wanting to see what was outside the bars.

In the end, the answer was quite tragic, it was a concrete wall of the opposite building!

To be honest, he was a little irritable, a little unhappy, and even had the urge to find a place to vent, and he had the confidence to kick open the iron door that locked him.

But he still looked like a normal person, silently took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and then examined his ugly prison uniform.

This style ...... It's really a bit powerless to complain......

He misses the well-made suits that his eldest wife helped him select, or the jeans he bought from a street stall for dozens of dollars when he went to the night market with his younger wife.

Poof!

Someone sighed, lay down on the small wooden bed in the confinement room, put his hands behind his head, and stared at the dim light on the ceiling.

It went on like this for a few minutes, and he closed his eyes again in boredom, or rather, fell into a kind of fake sleep thinking.

He was not thinking about the golden cicada's plan to get out of the shell, but about the cause and effect of the whole incident, and in the end he was surprised to find that he was no longer the same person he used to be.

He also finally understood why the Secret Service always focused on the children's welfare home first when selecting seedlings.

The reason is simple, orphans, always the best choice.

No dad, no mom, no family, no emotion, no ...... Nothing......

It is precisely because there is nothing to worry about and fighting alone, so that I can be fearless and complete all kinds of tasks like a machine.

Every day is life or death, every day in the cycle of intrigue and secret war, just for that ridiculous glory?

Yes, not entirely.

From the day Lynch stepped into his career, he deeply understood that what he had to do, whether in war or peace, was always at stake for the interests of thousands of people.

The opponent can be a big drug lord who dominates one side, or an international terrorist who is too much to talk about, or more likely a spy and a king of war in a hostile country.

Therefore, he defeated one powerful opponent after another, became a top agent admired by the agent cadets, and became a national sword trusted by the chief.

But now he feels tired and he wants to stop.

It wasn't until he wanted to stop that he realized that he could no longer do whatever he wanted in any direction, like the wind he used to be.

Because his fiancée, the closest people around him, can become bargaining chips for his opponents.

It's a little too fucked up.

As Lynch lay in bed, he thought about all these fucked-up sounding things, and then fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, a piercing alarm bell suddenly sounded, he subconsciously turned over, and faintly heard the sound of dinner.

Every night at six o'clock, it is time for the inmates of Watergate Prison to eat dinner, which is especially important for them.

At least you can walk a little bit from your boring room, and then discuss some of the things with the rest of the prison in the cafeteria.

For example, when someone is taking a shower, the soap accidentally falls on the floor, and other news can easily become an important topic of conversation during meals.