Seeing that it was their prison tattoo chief, these tattoo men all breathed a sigh of relief.

There's a prison crest here, and they just have to do what they are told!

Tang Yulan noticed that the tattoo on the long face of the prison tattoo did not change too obviously. The mood also doesn't seem to fluctuate too much.

"Phew! If you want to go by yourself, I'd rather die than go back! Wu Lianlong shouted angrily, looked at the people around him, and shouted loudly: "Friends, are you all used to being enslaved, have you forgotten to resist?" What is death? Rush out with Lao Tzu. Maybe there's a glimmer of hope going home! ”

Some of the people in the cage bowed their heads in shame, some gritted their teeth, and endured the anger in their hearts, but no one did impulsive things under the encouragement of his words.

Wu Lianlong looked at everyone's expressions, disappointed in his heart, and said with a glare: "Cowards, they are all a group of useless cowards!" He grabbed the tattoo recorder's neck tightly with one hand and hooked his crotch with the other.

The tattoo recorder was so frightened that he didn't dare to take a breath, and the place he grabbed with his two hands was fatal, and the other was even worse!

"Anyone who wants to die can try." The Prison Tattoo Commander smiled coldly, the tattoos on his face slowly became thick with the smile, and the quaint lines looked particularly weird. He said, "Recorder, when you die, hell will be kind to your family...... First of all, I would like to thank you for your long and dedicated work...... Do you have anything to leave for your family? ”

"Woo......"

"You can't speak, so let's do it, I told you for you, your wife and children's families will be taken care of! You can rest assured! After speaking, the Prison Tattoo Chief waved at his men.

The prison tattoo soldier received the order and pointed his pistol at Wu Lianlong.

"It's dog-eat-dog! Long-range attacks, you can't drop a single hair, not bad! Tang Yulan said lazily that he wanted to save Wu Lianlong, but now was not the time. After all, his strength has not yet been fully restored, and Wu Lianlong is an important test subject of hell, and the prison tattoo chief will not necessarily kill him.

Hearing the harsh voice, the prison chief stared at Tang Yulan fiercely, and said coldly: "Hmph, it'll be you later." ”

Wu Lianlong couldn't believe that they had given up the tattoo recorder so lightly, and had lost the hostage in their hands, so he shouted at the prison tattoo chief: "Aren't your tattoos very good? If you have the ability to fight with me! ”

The elder of the prison pattern smiled and said, "Haha, it's up to you!" There are many masters like you, and there are many in our hell, and every tattoo strengthened with medicine will not be inferior to you. Very good, since you want to show yourself, then I will give you this chance, if you can beat me, then I will personally send you out! ”

The Prison Guards stepped back, leaving room for them to fight.

Tang Yulan secretly thought: This problem can be solved by the Prison Tattoo Warrior, but he wants to go out on his own, it is certain that this person is very keen on fighting, or wants to show off his strength.

Wu Lianlong pondered for a moment, let go of the tattoo observer, kicked him away, squinted his eyes, and carefully observed the changes in the tattoo on the face of the prison tattoo chief.

"Come on! I'm worried that I don't have anything to do to pass the time! You lowly prisoners! In Lao Tzu's eyes, it's not even a fart, now I'll give you a chance, you have to seize it! The Prison Stripe snapped his index finger defiantly at him, his voice tinged with excitement, like a lion teasing a prey that had already been reached.

Many prisoners lay on the fence, ready to observe the life-and-death struggle.

"You're just a little Prison Breaker! That's a lot of nonsense! When he finishes fighting, Lao Tzu will fight with you, will you let Lao Tzu leave? When Tang Yulan spoke, he was completely in the tone of a father reprimanding his son, and he called Lao Tzu very smoothly.

"You want to die quickly?" The prison tattoo jumped like thunder, and turned his head to scold Tang Yulan angrily.

Wu Lianlong seized the opportunity of his opponent's distraction and blasted out with a punch, the momentum was as fierce as a cannon.

"Bang!"

There was a dull thud, and the Prison Tattoo Chief's face was struck, but his body shook slightly, and his steps did not retreat at all.

"Boy, is that all you can do?" The tip of the long tongue licked the corners of his mouth, and said with a hideous face: "Let you see the power of tattoos!" He raised his foot and kicked the other person in the lower abdomen.

The voice has not yet landed,

With a heart-rending howl, Wu Lianlong flew backwards and bumped into two prison soldiers, and the whole person fell on the open ground ten meters away, and there was no movement. The speed at which the Prison Tattoo Long lifted his feet was so fast that even Wu Lianlong didn't have time to dodge.

Tang Yulan chuckled and said, "The prison tattoo is so powerful, if this person is killed, the result of the research will be ...... Alas......"

The head of the prison pattern was about to walk over to Wu Lianlong, but when he heard Tang Yulan say this, he couldn't help but move in his heart and paused.

It's not like he hasn't killed prisoners before, and when someone doesn't obey orders, he will make an example of them. The killings did have a deterrent effect, and of course, because the experiments on the prisoners did not improve much, and although the scientists were dissatisfied with the prison tattoo chief, there was no major dispute. Besides, dying someone in prison is not a big deal.

However, this Wu Lianlong has just been tattooed test, and the effect remains to be seen, and killing him now will be more or less troublesome.

"Lock him up and don't eat for three days! If he is not honest again, then break his tendons one by one! ”

After the prison chief finished ordering, he turned around and walked towards Tang Yulan, and said with a hideous face: "Boy, you have a lot of words!" Wait, let those scientists play you to the end! I'll give you a taste of my means! After speaking, his cold eyes stared at the other party fiercely.

The prison tattoo chief wanted to see the other party's fear and pleading, but Tang Yulan's face was calm, lazily plucked out his ears, and sneered: "Finished? That's it? ”

"Huh?!" The Prison Scar felt his throat choke.

"Why don't you get out of here when you're done? I don't dare to fight with Lao Tzu, and I'm still chirping here. Not to mention the air pollution caused by spitting stars, your broken duck voice and ugly old face will cause auditory pollution and visual pollution one after another, and damage tens of millions of brain cells. ”

"You!"

"What are you, you have bad breath, do you know!"

"Me!"

"What am I, Lao Tzu used to be a guest of honor in the royal families of several major countries, and has maintained world peace, saved air pollution, protected endangered species, innovated recipes, and improved martial arts! Do you know that you have the opportunity to talk to Lao Tzu here, which is enough for you to become a talking point to show off to relatives and friends! ”

The people around were dumbfounded, completely forgetting the thrill of the fight just now.

He was furious, with a long face and red ears and a nose like a steam engine. When you exert yourself, the bones of your body "crackle" and make a chaotic sound, like fried beans.

I couldn't help but get angry, there was a vibration sound from the video walkie-talkie on my waist, and the chief of the prison pattern picked it up and looked at it, and the man with a thin face on the screen said expressionlessly: "Chief of the prison pattern, take Tang Yulan to room No. 1!" ”