The prison guard wanted to get up, but at this moment, a behemoth fell from top to bottom, like a five-fingered mountain that pressed the monkey, and firmly imprisoned him in place.

Then, he heard a somewhat YD, somewhat vicious voice behind him: "Hey, there's blood on it, it seems...... This stick has been pumped by many people, and it is definitely a murder weapon. ”

The man sitting on his back said, "There is something wrong with your eyes, like a wolf." ”

With the sound of rushing water and the sound of low footsteps behind them, the prison guards could not see the scene behind them, but could only listen with a pair of ears pricked up.

The shampoo was replaced by a shower gel on the back, which made the police uniform wet.

HE COULD ONLY RAISE HIS HEAD WITH ALL HIS MIGHT, HIS EYES JUST HAPPENED TO SEE THE YOUNG BOY BAI HUAHUA'S ASS, AND THEN HE FELT THAT THIS WAS A STRONG JIAN, THAT VILE AND SHAMELESS, ARROGANT AND VICIOUS BOY TO HIS STRONG JIAN.

Even though the other party didn't do anything but take a shower.

"No, no, you can't do that, that's immoral." The man sitting on his back said righteously.

"you!"

"Of course don't do my, him."

"Fuck off, I'll stab you with more mouths."

Then, that voice of justice was gone.

Then, he felt something very hard enter his body. Wrong...... Maybe it's more vivid to use "invaded his body".

Because that thing is rude, very domineering, and extremely grainy, but that's not the point, the point is...... It really hurts!

He thought, his pants must have been torn.

Hausen was strange, looking puzzled. said, "It shouldn't be." ”

Churchill looked at him with a look of disgust and squinted his eyes: "What shouldn't it be?" ”

"Why didn't he call it? Why didn't he call it? He should have screamed in a low, powerful voice with a deep sense of satisfaction and pain. ”

"Lancelot's cry is good...... What kind of eyes are you...... I really didn't lie to you...... Of course. There is still a gap compared to Irma. ”

Churchill said, "Have you two played to this point? ”

Hausen said: "She won't let her in, saying it hurts ......"

Churchill grimaced. Captain Tang, who was in the bath seat, shuddered, and grabbed his ass with his hands behind him, thinking that it was a big mistake to take him off the boat. This guy has always been a brain, but fortunately Irma is not present, otherwise, I am afraid that he will not sleep from now on.

Of course. It is not ruled out that Irma likes this kind of macho man, after all, personal tastes are different.

He ...... It can't be dead, right? ”

Hausen asked worriedly, though the baton was of moderate thickness. It feels like a friend of women, but it's not a good thing to use it to burst chrysanthemums, and ordinary people can't afford it, and the prison guard, who is in his 40s, only let out a muffled snort the moment he entered. After that, there was no movement. It made him very strange and worried, for fear that he would just play him to death.

Churchill turned his head to look behind him, his expression became very strange, and he asked, "What was Lancelot's expression at that time?" Did you enjoy it? ”

He said seriously: "Please believe me, it hurts! ”

The boxer couldn't figure out why he asked this question, and if he had changed to Park Min Ho at that time, he might have felt irritated after adjusting to the shame. But as the attacking Lord Lancelot, it was undoubtedly a torture.

Churchill got off the prison guard. THE EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE ESCALATED AGAIN, AS UGLY AS IF HE HAD BEEN FORCED TO JIAN.

"It's the most ridiculous thing I've ever done in my life...... I actually sat on his ass. ”

Haosen was finally able to see the face of the prison guard, it was not a face that cursed society, nor a face with pear blossoms and rain, it was a face swimming in the sea of clouds in the nine heavens, a face that wanted to die.

"Wow, this guy is a GAY!"

His expression was exaggerated, like a poor boy who learned that he had won the 50 million jackpot, and there was a divine light like a child of destiny gathering on his face.

The gunner touched the stubble on his chin that was not very clean, and said in a tone of great seriousness, envy and hatred: "Yes, you are so lucky that you can always meet such a strange thing. ”

"You're discriminating against homosexuals," Hausen said. ”

Churchill, of course, did not admit it, and exclaimed: "I don't." ”

Tang Fang finally finished taking a shower and looked back at the two of them, feeling that this scene was very interesting.

The fact that two bare-bottomed men discuss the topic of homosexuality so seriously and elegantly is not only visually impactful, but also destructive to the auditory sense.

"There's someone out there." He reminded.

In the observer's field of vision, the young prison guard, who had gone out earlier to let off steam, was speeding towards the bathroom with a group of prison guards.

He was very smart, seeing that 2 of his companions were knocked down in an instant, and even the captain had fallen into the hands of the enemy, he did not choose to enter the house to die, but called more prison guards to come to support.

"Oh." Hausen said yes, slowly letting go of the hand holding the baton, and then at the last moment, he shook it back.

He didn't poke in, he didn't pump out, and he didn't draw a circle.

He just flicked the safety lock very elegantly, and gently pressed the electric door under the "wow" gaze of Tang Fang and Churchill.

Heaven and hell are often only one step apart.

Mr. Police Officer was soaring in the sea of happiness one second, and the next he was thrown into the Furnace of Flames.

One moment it was still an expression of sexual enjoyment, and the next moment it became a side face of pain and distortion.

Churchill couldn't bear to look at it, so he turned his face away.

Tang Fang walked outside and dressed silently, he didn't know what words to use to describe Haosen, just like the gunner said, it's not that strange people don't get together, he can always meet strange things that make people cry and laugh, and then do the same strange things.

Like Lord Lancelot, like poor Mr. Officer.

"You're going to kill him!"

The gunners can't bear it, and Mr. Police Officer is hateful, but the crime is not death.

The evil deeds of the prison guards are not an excuse for Hausen to play hooligans.

"You know the, I'm helping him develop new ways to play."

He let go of his hand to press the door, and the guard let out a sigh. The whole person was paralyzed on the ground, his face was as red as a tomato, and there were few factors that stemmed from shame. There are many factors that are not suitable for children.

Churchill wiped the water from his body and walked in the direction of the wardrobe, throwing down the phrase "What a genius you are!" ”

"I also consider myself a genius," Hausen said. Then he laughed like a psychopath, and his voice echoed in the empty bathroom, like a wolf that could not find a mate on a full moon night.

His laughter didn't last long before he was interrupted by a raindrop of batons.

Seven or eight prison guards rushed into the room and beat him violently. Because the half-cut baton raised high is very conspicuous, the LUO man next to him is even more conspicuous.

Hausen held his head and shrunk into a ball, but he did not resist. He didn't shout, and let the prison guards beat him.

He is not stupid, he knows that he can't destroy Tang Fang's plan, and he also knows the truth that heroes don't suffer immediate losses. Isn't it just a few sticks? For a guy with rough skin and thick flesh like him, he had a full-body massage, and he used his mental power to imagine the stick blow as Elma's slender and slender hand.

Seeing that he no longer resisted, the two prison guards walked towards Tang Fang and Churchill, who were already dressed.

One of them took off the remote control device from his belt, pressed the electric shock switch, and the ankle bracelet instantly released a burst of electricity.

Churchill fell to the ground in convulsions, grinning in pain. Tang Fang also pretended to be in pain. Crooked in the corner of the closet.

Hausen saw a scene not far away from the gap between the thighs of the guards who surrounded him, and the expression on his face became extremely strange. Secretly said that Captain Tang's acting skills are really good.

I don't know how those idiot prison guards would feel if they knew that the guy in the closet was a humanoid capacitor.

Churchill exaggeratedly hugged the legs of the two prison guards, crying bitterly and shouting: "I was wronged, I did not kill, I was framed ......"

In the next second, the batons of two prison guards hit him heavily on the back.

He screamed hard, hugged their thighs hard, and shouted "wronged" with all his might.

Sound floats through the glass window into the night sky hung with stars; Passing through the door, the sound resounded through the empty and silent hallway.

Hausen felt that Churchill's acting skills were suitable for tricks, and there was only one kind of movie suitable for him to be the protagonist.

For the first time, Tang Fang felt that it was not bad to get the two of them off the boat, first, it could liven up the atmosphere, and second, it could be used as a meat shield to help resist stick blows.

Veterans will definitely not be able to do this kind of "comics"; Tang Lin may discount the legs of these people; Roy would educate them about the inhumanity of doing so; Bai Hao most likely pointed at Haosen and said: "He did it"; Bai Yue would tell them in a calm voice: "Violence can conquer my body, but it can never destroy my soul...... En,Taro,Tassadar!”

The prison guards beat for a while, and seeing that Howson and Churchill were honest, one of the highest-ranking prison guards ordered three people to take the elderly prison guards and the other two young prison guards who were lying on the ground and pretending to be dead to the infirmary.

He took the remaining 5 prison guards and 2 defense robots and continued to escort the 3 people towards the cell.

Originally, these three people were imprisoned, and the number of death row inmates reached 51, and the conditions for transportation were already met, and they could be escorted on the road and sent to the designated receiving place after receiving the approval of the warden early tomorrow morning.

Violent training methods like this are dispensable, and he once told his subordinates not to do too much, and he will send them on their way tomorrow anyway. Who knew that some people didn't listen and engaged in some kind of "bathing punishment", and as a result, such an incident was provoked, and the warden had to blame him again after knowing about it.

Prince Tramon's envoy told them that they needed to ensure that death row inmates were in good health, that they were an important medical resource that could give more people a chance to live, and that it would be a huge waste to die.

It's good now, but some people commit crimes against the wind, rely on the old and sell the old, and take his words as a deaf ear.

He didn't blame the three Tang Fang people much, but he was dissatisfied with the elderly prison guard, and thought about suing in front of the warden, so that the old immortal who sold chrysanthemums would go home to retire.

A few minutes later, the group arrived at the death row detention area, passed through the security facilities, and entered the innermost corridor.

On either side are separate cells, in units of two, where prisoners sentenced to death by Gypsyl law are held.

When they came in, some whistled, some looked indifferent, some looked curious, and some wept bitterly, for when the sun rose again, they would die.

The walls of the cell facing the corridor are made of transparent material, which is quite well insulated, and you can see the rich facial expressions of the death row inmates, but you can't hear what they are shouting.

A few fleshy guys angrily slammed on the glass door, and Hausen responded to their provocation with a disdainful look with a calm face.

His face was bruised a little more because of the beating just now, but he still showed a look of no one in his eyes, which really made people cry and laugh, which made the corners of Churchill's mouth twitch, and secretly scolded him for forgetting the pain after the scar was good, and he was born a troublemaker.

The prison guards escorted the three to the end of the corridor, opened the door of the cell, and locked Hausen and Churchill together, and Tang Fang had one room.

Churchill climbed into bed as soon as possible, touched the bruises on his back with his hands, and squeezed his eyebrows in pain.

Hausen was much better, because the injuries were nothing to him.

"I'm all hurt by you!"

"It's like I wasn't beaten."

"You're not human."

Haosen knew that he was wrong, and rarely did not retort, walked to the corner of the room and looked at the camera for 5 seconds, raised his middle finger, and greeted the eight generations of the prison guards on duty opposite with lip language, and then walked to the corner pool and washed his face, and by the way, he looked in the mirror to make sure that he was not broken, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the face opposite was still very charming.

At this moment, the cell lights flickered several times, and when they came back on, Churchill had an extra box of ointment at the head of his bed.

The two were stunned for a moment, then looked up at the opposite side.

Tang Fang nodded at them through the glass.

The boxer pinched the tin box, unscrewed the lid, pulled out some ointment with his fingers, and evenly applied it to the wound of his good friend.

Churchill said, "Thank you." ”

Haosen blushed a little, and said arrogantly: "Thank you, maybe you will apply ointment to me one day." ”

Hiss......

The ointment was crispy and crispy, relieving the burning pain in his back a little, and Churchill said in a somewhat sharp voice: "You light, it hurts me." ”

Hausen's facial expression was strange.

It's a pity that the gunner can't see it, he is so tired that he tilts his head and falls asleep.

Perhaps, he will reap a sweet dream, and the theme of the dream may be "falling in love with that hand".

Tang Fang lay on the bed, looking at the silver-white ceiling, his eyes narrowed slightly. He was still quite satisfied with this result, although the two guys were beaten fat, and they had to rebuild the old good.

However...... the term "as if to rebuild the old good" is not so appropriate.

In his thoughts, he fell asleep after taking a hot bath.

He was the only one in Tang Fang's cell, but the other bed had many folds and a blanket thrown in the corner, and it looked like there should still be one person, or it would be more accurate to call him a cellmate.

What is strange is that it is completely dark outside, and the man has not returned, which is not in line with the prison routine.

………… (To be continued......)