Zhang Peng did not retreat but advanced, and took several punches, putting himself in the crowd and punching quickly!

Zhang Peng, who can be called a martial artist, has no fancy punches to speak of. From the beginning to the end, to the current full firepower, the force is three points, and even the ward is different!

While frequently attacking and knocking down the opponent, Zhang Peng himself was not less beaten.

After all, real life is not a fantasy novel, to say that one enemy is a hundred is definitely bragging, and Zhang Peng is also meat. The body is mortal, and the ability to resist blows is stronger than that of ordinary people, and it hurts to be beaten!

After suffering a lot of times, after the quantitative change caused the qualitative change, Zhang Peng began to be a little unstable and uncertain.

With many bruises on his body and blood oozing out everywhere on his face, just looking at him was scary enough.

"Bang bang!"

It was another two-fist opponent lying on his stomach, and Zhang Peng's waist was also kicked by a prisoner who seized the opportunity.

The whole person stumbled under his feet and almost fell to the ground, Zhang Peng pushed the person in front of him with his head with one hand, and then planned to pull away again.

"Stomp, stomp! Stomp, stomp! ”

The sound of neat military boots stomping on the ground finally came!

"Whoa, whoa!"

On each side of the cafeteria, ten garrison fighters stood, and at this time they flicked their guns and aimed them at the crowd that was still scuffling together.

"Everyone squats down with their heads in their hands! Warning for the first time! ”

A prison official with a title on his shoulder shouted.

The prisoners who were closer squatted down with their heads in their hands, motionless.

And the crowd besieging Zhang Peng did not disperse immediately, and they were still shooting.

"Everyone squats down with their heads in their hands! Warning a second time! ”

The cadre's roar was noticeably raised several tones.

This time, those prisoners who didn't know how to die also understood that the cadres were really angry, and squatted down with their heads in their hands one after another.

Zhang Peng was also relieved, at least he finally let himself pass the catastrophe.

And there are two Wan Wensheng doglegs who are obviously also practicing the family, and they didn't stop, and they had to implement the eldest brother's orders to the death!

Zhang Peng had just thrown a punch, but before he could knock the opponent back, he saw a rubber rod smashing towards his Tianling Gai.

"Bang!"

Zhang Peng's eyes darkened, and he fell straight down.

only heard the sound of "clang", his head hit the ground, and there was immediately a pool of blood on the ground.

"Take someone away from me, bandage it on the head, and throw it into the trumpet room."

It was the third-in-command of Chengbei Prison who cleaned up Zhang Peng, Fu Changkui.

It stands to reason that Fu Changkui is mainly responsible for propaganda, logistics and other support work, and fights in prison are not under his control.

But he had no intention of calculating, he already knew that there would be an emergency today, and he changed shifts with other cadres on duty who just wanted to hide from things.

As today's duty leader, it is justified to take care of this matter.

Fu Changkui had a cold face, and after he finished the order, he stayed on Wan Wensheng who was squatting on the ground for a few more seconds with a slightly reproachful look.

Wan Wensheng noticed it, but deliberately lowered his head and didn't look at him.

"Everybody, go back to your room! No dinner tonight! ”

Fu Changkui stiffened his neck and roared, and then left first.

And Jin Yu, who had been standing in the corner from beginning to end without interfering, looked at Zhang Peng's back as he was carried away, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and muttered to himself: "It's like that!" It's a bit interesting to go to Chengbei Prison. ”

...

When Zhang Peng woke up, he was lying in a small dark room.

The faint light in the hallway shone into the room, allowing him to barely see the general surroundings.

"This is the small room?"

Zhang Peng looked around, and then muttered to himself with some doubts.

The small room, which is a disgusting place in the prison, is one meter wide and less than two meters long. Ensemble.

You have to be shackled when you come in, which is something Zhang Peng heard before he came in.

He glanced down at the shackles on his feet, making sure he was indeed locked in the trumpet room.

He frowned, touched the gauze on his head, and felt a dizziness in his head.

Knowing that he hadn't recovered yet, he didn't brace it, leaned behind him and fell asleep deeply.

"Click!"

When Zhang Peng opened his eyes again, he heard the sound of a lighter ignition.

"Shhh

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but when he opened his eyes slightly, he saw a young man in a cadre uniform standing outside the door of the small room smoking a cigarette, and the door lock had been opened at this moment.

"Awake?"

The young man outside the door asked softly, and in such a closed and narrow trumpet room, the young man's voice was a little abrupt.

Zhang Peng was still a little confused, not yet fully awake, looking at the young man in front of him with a pair of eyes and did not speak.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Yang Rui, I am the cousin of the owner of the Golden Dragon Pawn Shop, and I am also the cadre on duty on the second floor of the north prison of this city."

Zhang Peng carefully looked at the young cadre in front of him, who should not be more than 30 years old, wearing a big cap and a uniform, with a straight waist, a pair of leather shoes polished, a cigarette in his hand, and his eyes were also looking at himself with bright eyes.

"You are what Zhang Guanjiao said, the relationship between the second floor?"

After thinking for a while, Zhang Peng asked slowly.

"That's right!" Yang Rui nodded and replied.

Seeing that Zhang Peng was silent again, Yang Rui threw the blue-mouthed hibiscus king cigarette box in his hand, along with a small half box of matches.

Zhang Peng looked up at Yang Rui, Yang Rui smiled a little reluctantly and said, "It's true that I'm a cadre, but I'm just a cadre." ”

"Thank you..."

Zhang Peng, who had been holding back for a long time, only spit out these two words.

As Yang Rui said, he is indeed a cadre, but he is only a cadre. In ordinary cases, he wanted to take care of a prisoner.

It's easy to say, but it's not too much of a hindrance. After all, they are all colleagues, and they will give some face.

As for the captain and the head of the prison (that is, the number leader) or something, he will also take a lot of care of the cadres' related households.

After all, no matter how good he is, he is also pouting with others.

It's really angry, just want to toss and toss you with some tricks, then you have to be on fire in the crotch of your pants!

But Zhang Peng's situation is too special.

Because there are still many people on Yang Rui's head, the anti-relationship of the opposite branch obviously bypasses Yang Rui's layer and directly passes through the anger with the people above him.

In this way, the help that Yang Rui can provide to Zhang Peng is very limited.

The other cadres and the discipline below are not fools. Whether the upper-level leaders are important, or Yang Rui, a cadre on duty, is important, everyone wears official clothes, and this ability to distinguish is still there.

As a cadre on duty on duty, then he Yang Rui can only keep an eye on Zhang Peng's monitoring screen when he is on duty to ensure his safety.

What is the Staring Class? It is a position that sits on a monitoring table full of monitors, motionless and observes the situation in various parts of the prison.

On average, Yang Rui works less than six hours a day, so at other times, it is difficult for Yang Rui to protect him Zhang Peng's thoughtfulness.