In the evening, the machinery in one of the attached factories in the felony prison area was still rumbling, and the lights were turned on early in the closed factory.

The inmates working in the small factory looked lazy, and the guards on the side of the prison guards urged them to speed up.

Their other identity is that they are workers here, but the cheap hourly wages make them unmotivated.

Some of the prisoners came and went, moving things, and everything seemed to be the same as usual, except that in the shadows, a group of people gradually gathered.

"Boss, come over here." Next to a machine, a lean man with yellow skin and black hair quietly waved his hand to the prison guard standing not far away.

"What?" Prison guard Desa was shy, he was a small boss.

"What's wrong?" He turned around angrily, and just wanted to open his mouth to scold, but found a faint green light flashing in the lean man's hand.

"Huh?" Desa's heart moved, and an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Finally, an extra day has come to the door!

Due to the low wages but the production tasks are not easy, some lazy prisoners who are not short of money often pay bribes to the prison guards to turn a blind eye, so as to get some opportunities to rest and be lazy.

The fat prison guard Dessa looked left and right casually, and saw that his colleagues and subordinates were not paying attention to this side, so he walked over slowly.

Take this money to have a drink tonight, I hope it is not too little, or I won't do it! It must be squeezed out a little more, and these yellow-skinned monkeys have earned a lot of wealth in the United States.

Dessa, with a small calculation in his heart, did not find the murderous intention hidden in the shadows.

"What's wrong, Wang Lipeng? Be lazy at work, be careful I teach you! Desa turned the tall machine and said menacingly.

This is called preemptiveness, and usually in this way, the other party can be squeezed out of more things.

"Huh?"

"Hmm!"

The first thing Desa saw was not the humble and flattering smile of Wang Lipeng as he imagined, he only felt that the black shadow flickered, his eyes were dark, several hands touched his body, and his mouth was also covered deadly.

"Hmm...... You guys...... What do you want to do? Desa's mouth was slurred and he couldn't shout too loudly, and the words were actually just rolling in his throat.

"Stun him!" Out of the shadows came a young man with a somewhat green face.

"Yes, young master." At the same time as the two big men who grabbed Desa responded, a hand knife made the obese Desa simply faint.

The dim light blurred the young man's face, it was Hu Zhou.

"Whew, I finally took advantage of the crowd to sneak here to converge, and now I can almost move." Hu Zhou tried to maintain his composure, but there was tension in his eyes that could not be concealed.

"Hmm." Several men were strong, with a lot of scars on their exposed skin, and they were obviously experienced in a hundred battles.

"We deliberately created an incident, provoked a riot among the prisoners, and attracted the attention of the prison guards, and then we took the opportunity to go out and hijack the car and violently rush through the customs." Hu Zhou secretly calculated it in his heart.

I hope that everything will go well, and this riot will not be suppressed in two hits as in the past, and it is necessary to completely occupy the factory building, hold on to the premises, and try to delay as much time as possible to seize the opportunity.

Hu Zhou prayed a few words in his heart, and the two strong men had quickly stripped Desa of his clothes and handed them to Hu Zhou.

"Young Master, where is this guy?" When Hu Zhou put on the ill-fitting police uniform, put on the prison guard equipment, and pinched the identity card, the two subordinates asked nervously as well.

"Him?" Hu Zhou hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Deal with him, you can't leave any factors that may affect the plan." ”

"Yes!" In the shadows, two strong men and another lean short man, panting and covering their noses, strangled Desa to death without a sound.

Desa's dying struggles did not have any effect under the suppression of the three men.

"Cut off his fingers." As the lean man muttered to himself, he pulled out a sharp blade and swiped it along Desa's finger, and a thumb fell off, and blood gushed out before it was cold.

"Wrap it up." Another man took out the rags that had been prepared and hastily sealed the wound, and without bandages, they wrapped them with adhesive tape.

"Rustle!" Hu Zhou's face turned white, turned around, suppressed the discomfort in his stomach, and dragged out a large box from behind the machine.

"Put it in."

Dessa's body was thrown into a large box containing products, and several men stuffed half a box of clothing into it to cover it up.

"Young master, this, you have to use it to cross the fingerprint door and put the suspension bridge." The lean man wrapped Desa's finger and handed it to Hu Zhou.

"Good!" Hu Zhou reluctantly responded, gritted his teeth and took the small cloth bag, stuffed it into his pocket, and suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

"Quick, let's go!" In the middle of the night, several people suddenly turned out from behind a machine, and three prisoners walked in front with boxes, followed by a bloated prison guard, his wide hat pulled very low, and the shadows in the light blurred his face.

"Hey, bro, do you need a cart?" Walking in the crowd of carriers, the team was not very conspicuous, at this time, a prisoner pushing a small cart came to meet him, as if he saw a few people pretending to be difficult, he asked kindly.

"No, no." The prison guard who was detained stepped forward, pointed behind him, and said in a rough voice: "You go over there, Lah over there is still scolding just now!" ”

"Oh, okay." The prisoner answered, and walked away quickly.

"Whew!" Hu Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, pulled a few rags that were specially stuffed into his body to support the police uniform, and returned to the back of the three prisoners, using them to cover his abrupt faces.

In this prison, there are not many prison guards who are yellow.

"Let's go, get closer to the gate."

I don't know when the noisy prisoners gradually quieted down, and there was no loud and unbridled chatting and farting in the factory, and finally all that was left was the rumbling machine.

The atmosphere seemed to be solemn, and the yellow-skinned, white-skinned, and dark-skinned prisoners in the factory were silent, some of them looked at each other strangely, some began to touch the bulging bags, and some of the prisoners leaned over the side of the machine, their eyes fixed on the sharp weapons hidden under the machine.

"What's wrong? Something is wrong! "The prison guards, who had a laid-back face, began to instinctively become vigilant, when had these unruly prisoners been so well-behaved?

"Let's go, go warn them." A prison guard grabbed the walkie-talkie at his waist, pulled out a telescopic baton, and walked over.

The prison guards also consciously gathered.

"Whew!" A fierce whistling sound pierced the air.

"Bang!"

I don't know who made the first move, breaking the mirror-like silence, and then the hustle and bustle above the factory was terrifying in an instant, and the huge curses and screams were in no particular order, almost toppling the roof.

Suddenly, the prisoners, who had been coming and going in an orderly manner, mingled, and their swaying figures appeared with various weapons that could kill and maim them.

"[***], this group of bitches raised, the prisoners are making trouble, rioting, call for support!"

ps: Thank you for the evaluation votes of the Yatu brothers, thank you Xingyu and the night brothers for the rewards, bow and welcome the evil brothers in the pen to join the rewarding ranks, Mo Da!