The explosion-proof police team quickly rushed into the detention center, and a smoke bomb was thrown directly into the crowd, followed by the anti-riot team members holding shields, sparks flying with electric batons in their hands.

"Ahh "One after another, the prisoners who resisted were electrocuted to the ground.

Ma Ziming and Fu Biao knew each other very well and stood aside with their hands raised, dodging the electric shock.

Half an hour later, the prisoners returned to their cells at the urging of riot control officers, and pockmarks were taken to a nearby hospital with their mouths covered in blood.

Hu Feipeng was so frightened that he got under the table, he didn't know that this matter had anything to do with Ma Ziming, he just thought it was a common prison group beating incident, he wanted to know that Mazi was going to Ma Ziming, and it was estimated that he might find some reason to clean up Ma Ziming.

In the cell, Ma Ziming quickly lay on the bed, and the rat went over to massage Ma Ziming very familiarly.

"I guess this pockmark is still looking for teeth all over the ground outside!" Fu Biao let out a wild laugh: "Haha! ”

"Brother Pony, what the hell did you do before!" Fu Biao opened the chatterbox.

Ma Ziming lowered his head and smiled: "Be a soldier." ”

"Is it a special soldier, a wolf's tooth special brigade?" Rats are whimsical.

"It's all stories on TV, and I'm a big soldier." Ma Ziming said with a smile, he didn't want to mention his tortuous past, whether it was at home or abroad, he remembered the painful pain. "Brother Xiao Ma is a cheat today, and he is mighty." The rat's ass slapped loudly.

"You sycophant, little brother Ma is called martial arts." Li Yuanjia said with a slight mockery.

"Li Yuanjia, what do you want, your ass is itchy!" The mouse stood up and pointed his finger at Li Yuanjia.

"I'm tickling, you come, you come." Li Yuanjia pointed his butt at the mouse, swaying left and right, full of provocation.

"Brother Pony, you saw it, don't blame me." The meaning of the mouse's words was to ask Ma Ziming for instructions if he could clean up Li Yuanjia.

Ma Ziming nodded: "It's time to clean him up." ”

When the mouse heard Ma Ziming's words, he quickly jumped out of bed as if he had heard a holy decree, Li Yuanjia turned around and ran, and the two staged a good show in the small cell.

"Li Yuanjia, this kid just doesn't clean up, if he doesn't beat him for a day, he will feel uncomfortable." Fu Biao said with a smile to Ma Ziming on the side.

"It's kind of interesting." Ma Ziming looked at it playfully.

"Arrest! Yuanjia little grandson, look where you run. The mouse grabbed Li Yuanjia.

"Hey! Hey! Li Yuanjia smirked and stared at the mouse.

"Big Wangba, bring the stick to the toilet." The rat is ruthless and wants to explode Li Yuanjia's chrysanthemum.

"Hahaha!" Ma Ziming and Fu Biao laughed at the same time.

Soon the man called Da Wang Ba handed the stick to the mouse, and the mouse took the stick and shook it in front of Li Yuanjia.

Li Yuanjia was so frightened that his face turned pale: "Brother Mouse, we have something to say." ”

"You guys go over and help." It's not a big deal to watch the excitement, and with the encouragement of Fu Biao, several people framed Li Yuanjia, and an annual chrysanthemum show was staged.

Everyone gathered firewood and the flame was high, this was true, and the mouse quickly took off Li Yuanjia's pants with the help of everyone.

"Hey! Hey! Yuanjia, I'll let you remember me. The mouse smiled lewdly.

"Don't, stop, stop, don't!" Li Yuanjia is trying to make a final struggle.

"The consciousness of his words is not to stop." Dawang Ba translated Li Yuanjia's struggle very well.

"Whew!" Li Yuanjia's screams spread throughout the cell.

"Whew! ・・・Ah! ・・Oh・・Ah・・Help! ・・Flax falls・・・" Li Yuanjia heard a rhythmic cry.

"Hahaha..."

Ten minutes later, Li Yuanjia lifted his pants with tears on his face: "The chrysanthemum is broken, full of wounds, my chrysanthemum is turned out, the anus shrinks and the intestine is broken, you remember it in your heart, people sleep, the liquid is not dry, your machine liquid can't be ejaculated, leave me alone here to wash the sheets・・・・・・・・・・・・・・"

"Hahaha・・・・・・・・" The whole cell almost burst into laughter.

"Who asked you to sing the chrysanthemum remnant, sing the conquest..."

Li Yuanjia hugged the mouse's thigh, raised his head and looked at him affectionately, "I was conquered by you like this, cutting off all retreats, and my mood is still strong..."

Laughter filled the cell, and everyone couldn't stop laughing.

Only the blind man in the corner wiped the toilet seriously, and he didn't see his smile at all, and the blind man's eyes were already slightly dark, and it was difficult for him to support staying up late these days.

The police officer in the warden's office of the detention center asked, "Boss, what to do with that mourning biao?" ”

Hu Feipeng waved his hand: "This matter will pass like this." ”

"This..." the officer wondered.

"What the hell, fuck off." Hu Feipeng shouted, and the little police officer was so frightened that he left immediately.

Although Hu Feipeng is not a good person, he still has the most basic wisdom, and he can't be provoked by this person, once he provokes a person like him, if he gets out of the detention center, he will be unlucky.

Thinking of this, Hu Feipeng suddenly thought of a comical attention, he touched his chin and laughed playfully.

"Come on, get Ma Ziming out for me." Hu Feipeng shouted.

Ma Ziming, who was handcuffed after a while, was pressed over by two police officers, and hung Ma Ziming without saying a word.

"Ma Ziming, you gathered a crowd to fight, now I will educate you well!" Hu Feipeng's mouth is full of clichés.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to fight, it's not Ma Ziming if I blink an eye." Ma Zi saw through Hu Feipeng, a slut, early tomorrow, and said that everything was an excuse, and he just wanted to beat himself in the prison cell and just give him a reason.

"Tom!" Hu Feipeng's fist was on Ma Ziming's stomach.

"Follow me to pretend to be a tough guy here." Hu Feipeng punched again.

Ma Ziming's face tightened, "Use some force, don't eat!" ”

"Tom!" Hu Feipeng punched again, "You guys go out first." ”

A few young police officers left very acquaintedly.

In the office, only Ma Ziming and Hu Feipeng remained.

Hu Feipeng took the electric baton and played with it in his hand: "Do you know who I am?" ”

"Hu Long, his cousin." Ma Ziming said it.

"It's quite familiar! You're going out tomorrow, and I'm going to entertain you!" Hu Feipeng stabbed the electric baton hard at Ma Ziming's stomach.

The electric baton electric current produced a huge pain, which quickly spread to every corner of Ma Ziming's body.

"Phew! A nest of snakes and rats. Ma Ziming gritted his teeth, but the pain in his body became more and more unbearable.

Hu Feipeng poked the baton at Ma Ziming again, Ma Ziming used all his strength, and Hu Feipeng kicked out violently when he approached.

"Ahh Hu Feipeng, who had just pressed the electric baton, was kicked into the corner by Ma Ziming, and the electric baton poked directly into his body.

"Ahh Yes! ・・・・・・・" Hu Feipeng was trembling by the electric batons, and he foamed at the mouth for a while.