"Is this the power to stir up emotions?"

Liang Xiaotang's handcuffs were connected to "Yebo", and he was carried out of the corridor by the crowd. In the midst of the torrent, he could most clearly feel how terrifying the power of words was.

The inmates around them didn't care if they could get out of prison, let alone whether the CSD would give them a raise. All they want is catharsis, an outlet for their anger.

What better way in the world to vent a man's anger than to fight? Not even popping!

It didn't take long for all the guards around to be knocked to the ground.

Thousands of prisoners rushed to the playground, roaring across the playground. Among them, the pot-bellied Chen is the most majestic, he took off his shirt and threw it on the ground, and raised his middle finger in front of the chief standing on the high platform.

The prison warden waved his hand expressionlessly: "Explosion prevention team, give you ten minutes." ”

"By the way, I don't want to see him again tomorrow."

As the prison warden spoke, he pointed his finger at the laughing pot-bellied Chen.

Now that the prison riots have begun in its entirety, even if the radio is turned off, it will be of no use. When the prison warden Zhou Sir thought of being arrested by Zhuo Jingquan, his heart was full of anger. If you don't kill the one who hit him in the crotch, he, the superintendent's epaulette, can be thrown into the toilet after work.

A senior inspector standing behind Zhou sir, after raising his hand to salute, stood next to him and whistled, and gestured to the guys below.

A hundred riot policemen, who had long been ready to go, with strong shields in their hands and batons in their hands, formed two phalanxes. He shouted uniform slogans in his mouth, stepped on leather shoes, and came from the left and right sides.

"it."

"Kill these cops!"

"Brothers, don't be afraid, them......"

The inmates, who were in high spirits, were not at all afraid of the lineup of the blast police. After glancing at each other with their bare hands, they pounced on the explosion-proof police in groups of three or five.

The two waves of crowds collided together, the police lineup did not move, but the prisoners had fallen to the side. With this impact force, they can't even break the shield of the first article, and taking the initiative to attack is not only happy, but they are simply looking for death.

After stabilizing the formation, the blast police waved their batons and knocked down the first wave of the most ferocious prisoners. In the end, tear gas, rubber bullets, and smoke bombs came on the field one after another, quickly suppressing the scene on the playground.

In the chaos, Liang Xiaotang opened the handcuffs with a flick of his wrist, and took "Yebo" by the hand and rushed to the fire truck in the playground.

This fire truck is a new item purchased by the prison for the exercise, and it has a telescopic ladder for loading. According to the plan, they would be able to use the ladder to get out of Stanley by simply rushing to the fire truck.

Sure enough, now the ordinary prison guards in front of the fire truck have retreated, leaving them with a golden opportunity.

"Run!"

Liang Xiaotang roared violently, rushed to the fire truck, climbed up with both hands and feet, and pressed the control lever of the fire truck with one hand. The shelves of the folding ladder slowly unfolded and gradually moved outside the prison's power grid.

Yeppo took a step slower and ran under the fire truck out of breath, seeing that the police behind him were about to chase after him. Liang Xiaotang gritted his teeth and leaned out his hand, grabbed Yebo, and pulled him onto the fire truck.

When a small group of riot police wanted to come and arrest someone, suddenly several criminals took out lighters out of nowhere, lit their prison clothes, and threw them at the riot police.

Unexpectedly, these prison clothes were also stained with high alcohol, which splashed on the police uniforms, and they could not be photographed. The riot police burst into flames and rolled on the ground.

Seeing that Liang Xiaotang and the others had escaped from prison, the prisoners on the playground all burst into cheers.

Liang Xiaotang pulled Ye Bo up, then held his body and bent down. The clanging rubber bullets kept shooting at the fire truck, and Liang Xiaotang's scalp was numb when he listened. Fortunately, with good luck, and the ladder has been moving, Liang Xiaotang and the two barely escaped.

However, because he was standing on a high place, he could see that Potbelly Chen was surrounded by a team of riot police in the middle of the playground. Every stick was smashed into the head, chest, crotch, such a fatal place. It didn't take a few strokes at all, the big belly was full of brain blood marks, fainted on the ground, and his eyes gradually lost their brightness.

When Liang Xiaotang saw this scene, not only was he not happy, but he felt sad that the rabbit died and the fox died.

Because he knows that this matter is so big, it will not end without killing a few people. Whoever made the pot-bellied Chen so arrogant just now, this time he will definitely die.

And in just a dozen seconds, it is infinitely long in his heart...... Finally, one end of the ladder reached beyond Stanley.

Zhou sir, the prison warden who was standing on the high platform of another station, also silently raised the matching gun in his hand and aimed the crosshair at Liang Xiaotang.

Just kidding, this prison riot was bad enough. If he succeeds in escaping from prison, Zhuo Jing doesn't have to put on small shoes for him, and he will step down himself.

So after he focused the crosshair, he pulled the trigger without hesitation, and at the moment when Liang Xiaotang pulled Yebo to jump, there was a gunshot, and the two people's bodies fell to the ground unbalanced.

"Go get them back, I don't want to live."

Zhou Sir put away the matching gun, turned his head coldly and glanced at Zhuo Jingquan, completely as if he didn't exist.

Anyway, until now, my mother's fart has nothing to shoot, and I don't even bother to do superficial work.

At this moment, Liang Xiaotang covered his shoulders, limped up from the ground, and took two mouthfuls of mud: "Lao Tzu's life should not be extinguished!" ”

"Go to their superintendent, and I will be higher than you in the future."

Although the bullet was aimed at his heart, it only hit his left arm in the end. Now Liang Xiaotang can not only say witty words, but also stumble forward with Yebo.

After a few steps, a van sped out of the alley, stopped in front of them and pulled the door. It was not Li Shaoze or Huo Tianren who was sitting inside, but a woman with a Southeast Asian face.

When Shapuchu saw Yebo, he immediately helped him to the seat opposite, and said a Thai sentence with tears in his eyes: "Dad, are you okay?" ”

"Shapu Hill ......"

Yebo reached out his hand covered with old age spots, gently stroked the woman's cheek, and sighed softly: "Someone said you want to see me." ”

If his daughter wanted to see him, Yepo was not ready to leave Stanley. Because his time is running out, and everything outside is already what young people say, staying in Stanley to retire and atone for the mistakes he made before is a better choice.

Liang Xiaotang swept his eyes around, ignoring the warm scene of his children's reunion, rushed into the car in one step, closed the door and shouted: "Drive, drive quickly!" ”

Several subordinates in the car who were armed with rifles stared at Liang Xiaotang with fierce expressions. After Shapucho nodded, the driver stepped on the accelerator and quickly drove away.