Chapter 191: Prison Tyrant (Part II)

A hurried bell rang, and the prison guards carried batons and shouted loudly: "It's time to let the wind out, all go to the playground." ”

Mo Xiaosheng and Feng Han followed the prisoners of the 505 prison and the other prisoners to the playground dedicated to the release of the gendarmerie prison.

The playground covers an area of about half an acre, and the playground is surrounded by a high wall, and the four corners of the wall are built with watchtowers, which are equipped with a light machine gun, and two Japanese soldiers on duty. On the fence more than three meters high, there is a grid with a barbed hook.

Mo Xiaosheng squinted at the dazzling sunlight, and observed the security deployment of the prison again. He finally looked at Feng Han who was following him, and wondered in his heart: "Can Feng Han, the descendant of the Qiu Zhonglang General, do it?" Otherwise, even if you have wings, you won't be able to fly out of this hell on earth. ”

"Hey, that 619, you come over to Lao Tzu." Hob Meat sat on the prefabricated board and beckoned to Mo Xiaosheng.

"Hey, 619, you're a kid who is crooked, aren't you? Roll over to Lao Tzu. Mo Xiaosheng thought about his thoughts motionlessly, which made Hob Meat very annoyed.

"Instructor, he's calling you." Feng Han was already angry, and he tried his best to restrain his anger from attacking.

Mo Xiaosheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, he remembered that after entering the prison, the prison guard brought him a prison uniform, which was printed with a number, and his name would not be mentioned again in the prison, but replaced by 619.

"You call me? Something? Mo Xiaosheng was neither humble nor arrogant, smiling.

Mo Xiaosheng's attitude made the hob meat very unhappy: "Damn, Lao Tzu can't shout that you can't move, right?" He took off his shoes and pointed to his dirty and smelly feet: "Come here, Lao Tzu's feet are itchy, come and give Lao Tzu a nibble." ”

"Who are you, Lao Tzu? Less upbringing, right? Do you want the gentleman to teach you how to speak? Feng Han erupted, glaring angrily.

Feng Han's roar was something Mo Xiaosheng couldn't have imagined. Feng Han, who has always been submissive, has experienced the torture of the gendarmerie and has been sublimated into a warrior I am afraid of. His transformation made Mo Xiaosheng secretly happy in his heart.

"yes, what the fuck are you bitch, the crumbs that fell out of your crotch, you want to fill up in front of your hob meat grandpa, you're blind." The hob stood up, and he didn't care about wearing his shoes, and went straight to Mo Xiaosheng and Feng Han.

The seven strong men beside the hob meat followed closely behind with scolding. Only Zhen Sanjiang sat on the prefabricated board with squinted eyes, looking at the excitement with a smile.

There are a total of eight people on the other side, all of whom are as strong as oxen. And there were only two people on his side, Feng Han had just been tortured, and the torture given to him by torture could not make him accept the enemy. What to do? Mo Xiaosheng thought quickly.

Hob meat with seven people, murderous, close at hand, not allowing him to think too much.

"Wait." Mo Xiaosheng stood in front of Feng Han: "Hob meat, you are also a leading figure in Shenyang, do you want to bully the widow today?" ”

Hob Meat was slightly stunned: "You can know the weight of the uncle, it seems that he has also walked on the rivers and lakes." Grandpa will sell you face today, let the deflated calf behind you, kowtow to me three times, shout three times to kiss grandpa, and today's matter will be over. ”

Although the hob meat is reckless, he is not stupid, the other party can know his past, but he does not buy his account, which shows that the other party has a background.

What's more, the other party's arrogant look, piercing eyes, and the fierce murderous aura emanating from his body all show that the other party is a hard character, not a busy person.

"What kind of thing are you, I'm ashamed of you for being my grandson." Hob meat wanted to find a step for himself, but Feng Han was unwilling to be humiliated.

"Grandson, you're really fucking shameless, grandpa doesn't kill you today, I'm not fucking hob meat." The hob meat mixed with the bowl-like fist and struck Feng Han.

"Ouch--" At the left knee of the hob meat, the heart hurts, and the person flies out sideways.

The pain of the hob meat came from Mo Xiaosheng's kick. At the moment when the hob meat attacked Feng Han, Mo Xiaosheng surrounded Wei to save Zhao, and unceremoniously kicked the hob meat's left knee.

The hob meat reluctantly climbed up, in front of so many younger brothers, people were calculated, and his face couldn't be hung up.

"Grandma's eight calves, dare to sneak attack me." He made a move to dig out the heart of the black tiger and smashed it directly into Mo Xiaosheng's chest.

On the side of Mo Xiaosheng's body, let the hob meat's very lethal right fist, and at the same time a whip fist in his right hand, hitting the bridge of the hob meat's nose.

"Gaba" was followed by the sound of bones shattering, followed by the screams of hob meat. The hob meat wiped the long-running nosebleed, and he burst into anger: "Grandma, if Lao Tzu doesn't come up with some means, you won't know that Ma Wangye has three eyes." ”

Zhen Sanjiang, who was sitting on the prefabricated board, slowly stood up, and shouted with a solemn face: "Second child--"

"Big brother, don't worry about it, today is either him or I die." Hob meat is in an offensive position, and being a sick cat is not what he wants.

Mo Xiaosheng was still standing there, as if he was fine, but there was already a thick murderous aura on his body.

"Ahh

Mo Xiaosheng used his short body to let go of the hob meat's fists, and his right hand quickly attacked, hitting the hob meat's chest. The hob meat stomach hurt, and as soon as he bent over with a reflex, Mo Xiaosheng's left knee rose again, hitting the forehead of the hob meat. The forehead was struck, and the hob meat was stunned for a while.

Before he was awake, Mo Xiaosheng had already grabbed his head with both hands, and he fell over the shoulder, slamming the hob meat on the ground from his shoulder. Take a step forward, kneel on your left knee between the neck of the hob meat, and press the thumbnail of your right hand on the seal of the hob meat: "Do you want to open your third eye?" ”

This is just a matter of moments, and the seven strong men who followed behind the hob meat could never have imagined that their god-like hob meat would be so vulnerable in the hands of this little white face. When they wanted to attack Mo Xiaosheng in groups, the hob meat had been controlled by Mo Xiaosheng, and they didn't dare to move.

"Grandson, if you have a kind, you will kill Lao Tzu, otherwise Lao Tzu will always have a chance to kill you." was beaten and dropped by Mo Xiaosheng, the groggy hob meat, the donkey did not fall down.

Mo Xiaosheng sneered: "You don't need to know if I have a seed, but whether you have a seed or not, it depends on my brother." ”

Feng Han stepped on the crotch of the hob meat, and said gloomily: "Grandson, if I step on this foot, you won't be planted." ”

A shrill siren sounded, a large number of prison guards swarmed with batons, and all the prisoners hurriedly crouched down with their heads in their hands.

Zhen Sanjiang squatted on the ground, took out a sharpened bamboo chopstick from his waist, his eyes shot a fierce light, and leaned towards Mo Xiaosheng little by little.