Peter is miserable now.

A piece of gauze wrapped half of his head, and it was oozing blood outside, and the damn fes were very casually bandaged, but they just killed or buried, and it was humanitarianism to be able to give a piece of gauze, and Tumus on the side was even more miserable, his left arm drooped in a strange twist, and the custom-made suit worth thousands of dollars was full of stains, and those who didn't know the goods thought it was turned out of which trash can.

"Ahem..."Tumus clutched his chest, the pain was almost convulsive, according to experience, he knew that his ribs were broken, and if he didn't treat them, I'm afraid...

He began to feel a sense of regret in his heart, did God really abandon His followers?

This kind of shit luck can also hit his head, it is too weak, and at this time, a smell of smoke wafted into his nose along the air, greed occupied his brain, his index finger moved slightly, slowly raised his head, and saw that four or five meters away, there was a black man "extravagantly" threw half a cigarette on the ground, took out a stack of dollars from his pocket, and played poker with several people.

Tumus rolled his throat, but the next second he hurriedly lowered his head, he, Tumus! It's not down to the point of picking up cigarette butts and smoking, even if the cigarette is really good.

The most important thing is that you don't know if the black man has any infectious diseases, and if he wins the lottery, he will really have to wait for death.

Just as Tumus squinted and lowered his head, he suddenly felt darkness above his head, a foul smell clearly penetrated into his nose, someone kicked him in the knee, and a rough voice, "Newcomer, get up!" ”

Toombs raised his head, his brows furrowed, and there were more than a dozen big men standing in front of him, holding their hands, looking at him with a mocking face.

"You... Want to die? Before he could speak, Peter looked at the only remaining eye, and the blood was so deep that it looked so violent that it stood up with his hands in front of Tumus, tilting his head and sweeping at him.

This... Is this being protected?

Tumus felt strange in his heart, looking at Peter, who was not tall in front of him, his heart was full of waves, but he instantly shook his head, gritted his teeth and got up, stood side by side with Peter, and said in a low voice, "I'm not wasted enough to need someone else's protection." ”

"I've seen the show... Fighting again? ”

"Look, look! Oh, who is that? Tonatiu? Someone confronted them? ”

"Who are those two? Caucasian? And a yellow man? Hehe, there's another good show. ”

……

This kind of thing can't be lacking to see the excitement, and the other criminals on the side put down their work with great interest, turned their heads to look, and some people opened the market directly, "Bet quickly, what will happen to these two newcomers!" ”

"1:10 lose an arm."

"1:15 Lose a leg."

"1:23 crippled."

"1:3, death..."

This kind of plate immediately attracted many people, and in an instant, the ground was full of colorful banknotes, and what rupees, euros, francs... There are so many that Zimbabwean coins are close to appearing.

After the bald guy was stunned for a moment, there was a meaningful smile on his face instantly, but this smile was like death in this prison, "You are very bold." ”

Peter didn't speak, his eyes narrowed, but his body moved slightly, occupying the favorable terrain, but the main thing was that he lacked a weapon in his hand, and the horse boy behind his bald head stared at Peter and the two with bright eyes, in this damn place, there was a lack of freedom, and fighting could release more pressure, and the prison guards on the tower were obviously used to this kind of thing, so they turned around and smoked a cigarette.

For them, as long as there are no major problems, that's fine.

"Teach them a lesson." The bald man ordered with a sinister smile, and the horse boy behind him was about to pounce in an instant.

"Tonatiu, it's too much!"

Suddenly, at this moment, one hundred and eighty people rushed out from the side, all holding newspapers in their hands? But from that point of view, it was wrapped in steel pipes, and all at once it surrounded the people of Tonatyu.

Tonatiu's heart tightened, his face was very ugly, and his eyes stared at one of the long-haired men, "Tru, are you Northern Union Youth League going to war with us?" ”

Tru was not very tall, only about 167 centimeters, but there were strong men standing beside him, he was holding a cigarette, and his eyes seemed to be a little squinted, so that everyone looked at them with a little glance, and when he heard the cries of Tonatiu, he pointed to Peter and the two and said, "If you want to move them, then go to war!" ”

As soon as the word "war" fell, Ma Zai behind him raised the steel pipe and rushed over fiercely, without hesitation at all!

Damn it!

According to the TV series, there are still two sentences to fight each other, but Tru took Tonatius's words as a declaration of war, and he started if he didn't agree with each other.

Tonatiu's face turned green, and he tried to run, but he was kicked from behind, and he fell to the ground clutching his chest, very painful, obviously angry, and he hissed, "Grass! Tru, you look for death, him! him! ”

Tonatiu is outside affiliated with a flour organization called "transmission", which translates to "contagion."

I heard that the leader of this group is an American, and that he has certain connections in the border areas, and most importantly, he has heard that he has ties to the notorious "Michoacán family" in Mexico.

The "Michoacán family" was driven by a thirst for power and religious fanaticism, a strange flour syndicate of Christian believers built a powerful cartel around the production and sale of methamphetamine. Known for its extreme methods of violence, the "family" has had several clashes with Mexican law enforcement. The head of the group, Nasario? Moreno, aka "el mas loco" (The Craziest Man) and his family are deeply entrenched in Michoacán.

He has several very rampant attacks on officials, including attacking the public security minister's vehicle in public, beheading the female mayor and other atrocities, and is a group of murderers.

The British newspaper The Times called them: "Disciples of Satan!" ”

But in the same way, the Beilian Youth League to which Tru belongs also has a backer, that is, another "Holy Knights", and the interests behind this are very deep, and there are often wars between the two sides, in order to be the flour market.

Hearing the terrible howl of Tonatyiu, many organizations related to them outside joined in, and suddenly it turned into a group fight.

There are nearly 6,000 people in this prison, except for a few who have no background at all, most of them have interests, so when the prison guards found that something was wrong, they hurriedly ... Hide first!

They are afraid of death, just look at the equipment below, and some people take out machetes directly from it!

"Hack them to death!"

"Kill the wretch, grass! Chop off their heads. ”

……

Screaming in various dialects, Peter pulled Tumus to hide in a corner, looking at the large-scale riot in confusion, his eyes a little dazed, this kind of posture he had seen for the first time.

This prison is more of a hand-to-hand battlefield...

You can't imagine that the government is in charge here.

What's even more exciting is that after the families of the criminals outside heard the movement, they were also storming the prison and wanted to join in, but the net was a bit high, and they couldn't climb up for a while, and then they fought outside, which... Is it really a civilization?

"Woooooo

About forty-five minutes later, three UH-1 "Iroquois" utility helicopters finally appeared over Lamesa Prison and began to shout to stop, but the criminals below who had already killed the red-eyed could not stop, but there were still people arrogantly roaring at the helicopter, if it was Tarzan, I am afraid that there would really be a fight, but he is human...

"Fire!"

The order came from the driver's earcup, and he fired directly, hitting a group of people at once, and the rest of the criminals howled and scattered in all directions, and some people squatted down with their heads in their hands.

Peter and Toombs looked at each other, and both saw the horror in their eyes.

The Mexican police are too awesome!

Direct strafing?

"Phew... Get out and kill him! I don't know when Tru has come to the two of them, the corners of his mouth are overflowing with blood, and he is staring at the helicopter with a fierce look, obviously, the commander is already cold when he dares to fire at the police so "boldly".

As if thinking of something, he turned his head, looked at Peter, and asked in an inquiring tone, "Israelites?" ”

Peter nodded, and Tru turned to look at Tumbs again, "Germans? The latter furrowed his brow and did not speak.

Tru smiled, but the smile was a little infiltrating, stretched out his hand, only three fingers, missing a thumb and index finger, and grinned, "My name is Tru. Lyman. You can call me, mad dog. But Peter and the others still looked at him vigilantly, and Tru hurriedly explained, "It's someone outside who asked me to take care of you, the news from the United States." ”

United States?

Peter's eyes lit up, and his breathing became a little rapid, apparently because the boss already knew their whereabouts.

That means they are saved.

"Is there a way to get us out?" Tumbs anxiously asked, he was fed up with the stench here, he was an elite, he was like a wild dog here, and he was the kind of person who could die at any time, he hated this feeling, the "prince" of the German gangster was here with a gang of criminals, was he going to sell py?

Tru breathlessed, looked at the policemen rushing in from all around, and shook his head with a wry smile, "I'm afraid, it's not going to work in the past few days, but the people outside let me tell you that they will let you out as soon as possible." ”

As soon as the words ended, two or three policemen wearing masks rushed over, holding a slight charge, and shouted in Mexican, "Get on the ground and raise your hands." ”

Tru is obviously very experienced in this, and does it directly, and Peter and the two reacted quickly, lying directly on the ground, two policemen handcuffed them, and then pulled closer to the prison cell, Peter turned around, and saw a group of medical staff who had rushed in outside and many news reporters who rushed to hear the news, surrounding several officials to interview...

"Get in! Don't talk, don't sleep, stand! ”

……