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Chen Yi stood on the edge of the wall, panting, sweat soaking through his clothes, his hair hanging wet on the sides of his cheeks, bursts of hot air rising from his wet hair, looking at the remnants of the defeated soldiers in the detention room, roaring angrily. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This fight is so cool!

From the iron-headed general who swept thousands of armies in the underground boxing arena, to the rest of the elite soldiers, they were all abused, and the "eight big moves" of Bajiquan were exerted to the extreme by him, either opening and closing, or seeing the seams and inserting needles, the muscles carved in the rock trembled with excitement, the muscles and bones made of steel clicked and exploded, and the autumn wind swept the leaves and knocked a group of people to the ground continuously!

"Oh, big brother, you can do it, spare us!" The guy with the roe deer is a Buddha, and while stealing, he has also ganged up to fight, but he has never seen such a fierce person as Chen Yi.

It's not fun to pick one alone, pick a group of them again, and it's not cool to pick it again, and fight for a whole hour!

Nima's, let alone a human, even the head mule had to foam at the mouth, be paralyzed, and be killed in such a desperate state. But this guy still has the strength to fight again! Sure enough, people want to get up and even beasts are afraid!

"Brother, what kind of field are you mixed in, underground or professional, or in the circle of top bodyguards?" asked Iron Head extremely puzzled.

Both of his eyes were almost open, and a large bag of bruises appeared on the door of his bare head, all of which were beaten by this guy. Originally, he still put away his fists and didn't greet his head, but as soon as there were more people, he punched and kicked him, and after receiving a few blows, he was like a crazy tiger, and wherever he was caught, his bright head naturally became an excellent target.

He is also full of depression, from the age of fighting as a child, to the vertical and horizontal boxing world, even if he goes to this ghost place, he has also suffered defeats, but he has never been as powerless as today, and he has lost so untempered!

It stands to reason that in Kunming, a city that is big and small, there are only a few people who can have a few brushes, but where this fierce guy came from, the iron head knows nothing, and it is even more unheard of.

"Don't mix the scene, just do business and look at feng shui!" Chen Yi wiped his sweat and said. People have been "practicing" with him for so long, and they should give people a good look.

"What's it called, dead dad?"

Suddenly there was a shout outside the door, followed by the "clang" sound of rubber rollers smashing on the rusty mottled door, and a human brain leaned out of the narrow iron window blocked by three steel bars, with an angry face and shouting and scolding.

"A bunch of dogs~ a cheap breed of the day, causing trouble outside, and being honest when they get inside, they want to die here, they don't want to go out, right?"

The man shouted and angrily opened the iron door with the key.

Except for Chen Yi, everyone had a look of horror on their faces. Don't look at them outside one by one to the sky, but when they get here, no matter how arrogant they are, they have to be honestly put away, and that group of guards tortures people, but there are seventy-two changes and eighty-one tricks, so you are sure to make you want to die without losing your temper!

"Bang dang!"

The iron door was brutally pushed open from the outside, and four men in police ~ uniforms walked in, and they beat the iron heads and several people with their heads and faces.

"Squat with your head in your hands, squat down with your head in your hands!"

The prison guards scolded while beating, and the pickpocket was hit twice on the head, which hurt his heart, but he dared not speak out in anger, and honestly squatted on the edge of the couch only ten centimeters high, covering his head.

Not only him, but even the iron head was the same, he was beaten a few times, squatting to the side and not daring to squeak.

"You're the thorn, when you get here, you have to abide by the rules here!"

"Whew!"

The outside was plastic, and the baton wrapped in a thick spring smashed down on Chen Yi's face, but before the rubber roller fell, it was firmly grasped by Chen Yi in his hand.

"Boy, do you want to rebel?"

The prison guard was stunned for a moment, then showed a hideous smile, pulled out the rubber stick, and wanted to fight again.

However, just when he was about to teach this guy who didn't know what to do a lesson, he suddenly found that he was holding back enough strength and couldn't pull the rubber stick out of Chen Yi's hand.

It was not a human hand, but a clenched vice!

"Huh, you kid still have two brushes!" The prison guard threw away the rubber stick, he was also a human being, and he was afraid of being beaten, so he commanded the remaining three colleagues, and said, "This kid dares to attack the guard, give him some color and see!"

The three of them were scolding the rest of the detainees, and when they heard his shout, they raised their heads, just in time to see Chen Yi holding the end of a rubber stick, not angry and arrogant, and his tall figure was extremely majestic.

"Damn, dare to attack the guards, I'm impatient!"

The three of them rushed up, brandishing rubber sticks, and wanted to give Chen Yi some color. Chen Yi is really helpless, people are good at being bullied, horses are good at being ridden, he doesn't want to cause trouble, and even when he is caught, he is quite cooperative, but some people just can't see people low-key, and they don't know how thick the sky is high if they don't give a little hardship.

"Stop!"

At this moment, four or five men walked in outside the door, led by a man who thought he was tall and burly, full of 1.85 meters, with a sturdy face and meat, but also wearing a pair of quiet gold-rimmed glasses.

Standing in the same position with him was a fat man of medium stature, slightly fat, with a white face and a fat body, like a white fat man pinched with white face.

And Song Wei, who had been nervous, and the other two detention center managers followed behind these two, and when they saw the shouting and shouting and killing side, their hearts were lifted.

"Director?"

The prison guard who was robbed of his rubber stick by Chen Yi was slightly flustered when he saw the person coming, and then the wicked person complained first: "Director, this kid is disobedient to discipline, not only gathering crowds to fight in the cell, but also beating the correctional staff, and must be severely punished......

"Punish you for being paralyzed!"

Not only Song Wei and them were in a cold sweat, but even the director of the white fat man was also trembling, raising his hand was a slap and slapped him in the face!

"Smack!"

Don't look at the white fat man's flesh is the same as the noodles, but he used to be a veteran, and the strength in his hands is really not small, and he slapped that Cao Qingyu down.

Cao Qingyu covered half of his face that was instantly swollen, nosebleeds splashed on the black and dirty ground, and he didn't understand what was going on.

How could the director beat himself for a prisoner who was a subordinate?

The white fat director obviously didn't want to explain to him, frowned and waved his hand, and said to the other people behind him, "Take it down, lock it up for a month, and you must deal with it seriously afterwards!"

"Director ......"

Cao Qingyu trembled all of a sudden, he was no stranger to confinement, this was a way to punish disobedient prisoners, no beating or scolding, eating, drinking and Lazar were all in a small space that could be squatted and sitting, there was no communication, no condolences, only the endless darkness and loneliness, a week can torture people out of mental illness, let alone a month.

"Director, director, I, made a ......"

"What mistake did you make and dare to ask me?" The fat director kicked him over again, directly kicking him on the heel, "Do you know who Mr. Chen is, the leader of the national security department, you want to die by yourself, squeak, Lao Tzu will send you to the military court now!"

After finishing speaking, the white fat director was still angry and kicked his feet again, and the hard-soled boots kicked his face, and the blood was hula, how miserable and miserable it was.

Cao Qingyu no longer dared to squeak to defend himself, his eyes were dull, and he let the director's big foot kick down frantically, his face full of fear.

State Security Departments? or Leadership?

Cao Qingyu is like being hit in the head by a big hammer, no matter how smart and clever he is on weekdays, he can't turn around at this time, and he can't say a word of apology and begging for mercy.

The longer he mixes in this system, the more he knows that some people are something they can't mess with, don't look at him being able to be powerful in this palm-sized world, but when he encounters some government officials, he is like an ant, saying that he will be pinched to death!

The national security department doesn't even have a specific name, this is not to say that Chen Yi is a parallel import, but at a certain level, they are not qualified to know it at all, and even the name of that department may be confidential!

It's not just him Cao Qingyu who is afraid, but also a few other people who hold batons and want to give Chen Yi a little color, the state strictly prohibits the abuse of lynching, but they knowingly commit crimes, and they still use it to people who are respectful to even the director.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

There was another slap crackling, and the white fat director didn't spare any of them, and one of them rewarded a few big mouths, and roared angrily: "Go back and get the punishment yourself, confined for a month, and all the bonuses and benefits this year will be deducted!"

The prison guards were mournful, but they didn't dare to say more. These people get a salary of 1,000 yuan a month, and most of their income is in benefits and bonuses, otherwise no one will deal with criminals all day long, without rest on holidays, and have to work in three shifts.

The director deducted their bonuses and benefits for one year, which is equivalent to pulling their belts, and they will have to drink the northwest wind for the next year!

"Yes, yes!"

"Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, we don't know Taishan, please don't take it to heart!"

"I am old and young, you must raise your noble hand!"

……

Several people apologized again and again, and they were still imposing like a rainbow just now, but now they were like frosted eggplants, and they were beaten angrily by the white fat director and thrown out.

Although the punishment was severe, they were already glad that it was just a month of confinement and a year's welfare bonus, and Lele's belt always passed.

But if it's the same as Cao Qingyu, then they can't find a place to cry. This guy bears the brunt of the crime, and it will inevitably be difficult to protect his public office. A prison guard who has been working for more than ten years knows nothing but disciplining prisoners, and has completely disconnected from society.

What is the result of being expelled from public office and thrown into society to fend for himself? Either he is killed by those prisoners who have been bullied, or he is destitute and miserable for a lifetime!