This is the true portrayal of Gao Liquan's current situation.

His brain was turning into a big mass of tofu dregs. Gao Liquan regretted that he felt that he should not be on Earth when he forcibly demanded to raise the energy engine of the pyramid. There is even more regret, that is, when the homeless man was stuffed into a confinement cell, he did not take the opportunity to rush out and get out. Now, he'd rather do something crazy and cruel at that time than stay here and grow old slowly. If he continued to stay here, Gao Liquan suspected that he would definitely go crazy. When the time comes, it will be completely in line with the symptoms of a mentally ill person. Or smash your own head alive on the wall of your cell. Or, just beat Hawkes to death, tear his body to pieces, and curse the damn world in flesh and blood.

Hawkes, yes, is Hawkes.

It was the first time Gao Liquan had met such a guy who had such a nervous breakdown. This hunk cellmate is nothing short of an amalgamation of idiots and naggers. It's no wonder that this guy eats every day with an incredible speed and appetite, and his energy is incomparably high, and he has reached an astonishing distance.

He had to lie in bed every night and play with his own little brother. It's probably the only game that men play to entertain themselves when they're alone. Hawkes took pleasure in this, and whenever he did, he would always spread his two stout, hairy legs apart, and lay on the bed in an extremely unbearable appearance. Hawkes closed his eyes, and his mouth either moaned or made a small, very enjoyable sound. Gao Liquan was tortured by him to the point of madness, but Hawkes always asked him very comfortably after being satisfied: "Man, you should try it yourself, close your eyes and think about the most beautiful beauty you have ever seen." They let you do whatever you want in your imagination, and then your brother will help you achieve your wishes that you would never be able to do in reality. ”

Gao Liquan really wanted to flip Hawks on the bed and punch him with a fist.

Despair began to squeak in Gao Liquan's head. He couldn't sleep all the time. This kind of physical change, even in two hours of fitness time, the limit of exercising the body is far from enough to make Gao Liquan feel sleepy. He felt so weak and tired, this state of having nothing to do, was slowly transforming him from a warrior's state, or rather killing him. Gao Liquan has no doubt that he will soon be a muscular garbage waste rather than a toned, strong warrior. Whenever he thought like this, Hawkes on the opposite bed was always asleep. His damn snoring was like a fire siren, so loud that it could be heard even through the walls, let alone in a cramped cell like this.

Gao Liquan began to understand the real reason why Hawkes was able to own a cell on his own. No one would want to live with such a person. The terrible noise even affected the armed guards outside, who few, or even had no intention of patrolling here.

This simply doesn't put people to sleep. Gao Liquan sat up, stepped out of bed, walked up to Hawks in a thunderous sleep, and stretched out his hand, just a few centimeters away from Hawks's throat. The sleepy pig would not notice it, and Gao Liquan's thumb would easily crush his organs. Hawkes didn't even react, maybe it was for his good. After all, this guy has influenced too many people, and many people are looking forward to this day.

Gao Liquan stood by the bed for more than an hour, forcibly endured the desire to murder, and did not do anything from beginning to end. Until dawn.

Distress, numbness, anger, despair......

When this qiē complex situation was mixed together, Gao Liquan finally understood that he needed to vent, and he needed to use guò guò an extremely strong way to release his thinking consciousness in a violent way.

He occupied a large punching bag in the gym, constantly waving his fists, slamming the rough leather again and again. Hawkes' hairy face kept appearing in front of Gao Liquan's eyes, and that damn snoring. Here, it's the best way to vent. He hit and struck, straight punches, hooks, uppercuts with enough force to break the jaw, lateral punches that smashed the guts, and knee-heavy legs that would have made people's intestines furious and their ribs shattered into a dozen...... Gao Liquan thought of these bloody and cruel pictures in his mind. This is easy to do, because he has killed his opponent more than once in previous wars on Earth. Both humans and mutated creatures fell at their feet. In this way, when Gao Liquan imagined that his elbow hit the bridge of his nose, there was a scene in his brain of Hawkes's nostrils bursting open and blood overflowing. When his left fist hits the punching bag, he imagines a brutal image of his thumb sticking deep into Hawkes' eye socket and gouging it out alive. Gao Liquan imagined Hawkes falling in front of him, only out of breath but not in, punching and kicking this guy again and again, until the thick calluses on his knuckles were open and tattered, and blood flowed out.

There was no animosity between him and Hawkes, it was simply because of the environment in the same cell. This guy is very unconscious, dirty and smelly, and his snoring also affects his rest. Gao Liquan was originally a very tolerant and kind person. But now, he has completely forgotten the so-called cultivation and peace of mind.

The skin on the back of the hand rubbed against the rough leather surface of the sandbag, and sweat rolled down the surface of the body like a stream. When Gao Liquan's mind slammed another hard hook on Hawkes' bush-like thick eyebrows, he felt himself sweating profusely and drenching his whole body. Gao Liquan heard his heartbeat so violently that it was like a hammer hitting hard in his chest. His blood was boiling all over his body, and his brain was full of uncontrollable desire to kill.

I had to do something.

I definitely can't go on like this.

Gotta get out of here, no matter what this world is, get out! Leave! Leave! Be sure to leave!

Suddenly, Gao Liquan noticed someone standing behind him. So with a turn of his heels, his hands were subconsciously clenched into fists, and he instinctively put on a fighting posture.

It was a prisoner, and Gao Liquan would meet him here every day, but he didn't know the name of the other party.

It's not surprising that Gao Liquan is unfamiliar with all the qiē here, and he doesn't have the slightest idea of wanting to explore other people's secrets. Hawkes is the only prisoner here whose name Gao Liquan knows. And the one in front of him is a third of a head taller than Gao Liquan, and his thick and strong muscles are like the rubber man in a Michelin advertisement, rising high from under his sweatshirt. It looks like a stone sculpture, not made of meat. His bare skull was tattooed with a flame pattern, and his broad shoulders and chest were covered in various patterns. Especially on the side of the arm, there is a hideous and eye-catching beast tattooed.

"I said, it's not a good habit to monopolize fun stuff alone."

The strong man prisoner who walked behind Gao Liquan crossed his arms, snorted at the bloodstained sandbag, and said, "You have been practicing here for a long time, almost centuries. Now, it's my turn. What's more, you hit hard. I guess this poor little thing has understood that you won't like it anymore. Hehe! Is that so? ”

Gao Liquan glanced at him: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, I haven't finished practicing yet." You'd better step aside and look for something that will make you have fun. ”

With that, Gao Liquan turned around and prepared to punch the sandbag again.

"Enough! You obviously didn't figure it out. ”

The tall prisoner was furious, he reached out and pushed Gao Liquan aside, almost knocking him on his heels, and roared wildly: "I'm not asking you, and I don't mean to discuss." Now, get out of the way from here, this thing (the sandbag) is mine. ”

Gao Liquan put on a posture to warn the other party: "Disappear from my eyes immediately." Otherwise, Lao Tzu will kill you now. ”

The strong man apparently didn't care about the threat. Regardless of size or combat effectiveness, Gao Liquan does not look like his opponent. He laughed and said, "Let's play with someone else!" Don't think that because you have a scar on your face, you have to be afraid. I'm not one of those soft eggs who can be intimidated by my appearance. Again, it's mine now. ”

Before the sound of laughter disappeared completely, Gao Liquan was already in his right hand, firmly holding the strong man's throat. He couldn't laugh anymore, his closed throat made it difficult to breathe, and his face suddenly turned bruised. By the time he subconsciously wanted to grab Gao Liquan's arm, it was too late. Gao Liquan immediately pounced, aimed at the strong man's jaw, smashed it with his fist, and then grabbed the strong man's shoulder with his backhand, flashed behind the opponent with agility, raised his right leg, and kicked the strong man's back waist again and again. This continuous attack was extremely damaging to the strong man, and his face suddenly turned red, and he couldn't speak.

Fights and brawls are the most popular games among prisoners. Almost every day, there are different conflicts, and everyone is happy to spend time in this way. In particular, a good fight tends to be the talk of the town for a long time. Naturally, more and more people gathered around Gao Liquan and the strong man, and shouts and cheers continued to sound. But Gao Liquan ignored it, and instead focused all his attention on the provocative guy in front of him.

It felt terrible to be held hostage, the strong man was crazy and waved his arms in the air, Gao Liquan had to bow down to avoid dodging, and when he stood up, his right fist directly hit the strong man's nose, and immediately blood splashed, and the cartilage made a shattering sound. The strong man let out a scream that was not like a human voice, and his legs and feet lost control and retreated again and again, and finally he tripped himself and fell heavily on the bare wall.

The crowd around was already very dense, and it was impenetrable to surround Gao Liquan and the strong man in the middle. The shouting was extremely loud, but Gao Liquan turned a deaf ear to it. His face was grim, and he stared at the strong man who was leaning against the wall, struggling to get up. There was already a look of regret on his face, and his eyes were full of pleading. Gao Liquan didn't have any mercy, rushed over, raised his foot at the strong man's chest, and hit the strong man with a side kick, causing the strong man to hit the wall again. His chest immediately became sunken. Then, Gao Liquan grabbed the collar of the strong man's clothes with his left hand, and smashed his right fist continuously on the strong man's head. The whole body was concentrated on the end of the fist, smashing the strong man's eyes and almost hitting his head alive in the middle of the wall. This style of play was extremely cruel, and the onlookers were also shocked, and gradually subsided the shouting. Everyone saw that the strong man's head had clearly turned into a flat shape, and his body slowly fell to the side, leaving a shocking red stain on the snow-white wall.

"Stop! Stop! ”

A panicked voice sounded from behind Gao Liquan. He turned slightly to the side, just in time to see the gloved arm of one of the guards reaching over and trying to grab his wrist. Gao Liquan took advantage of the situation to get out of the way, and with red eyes, he had forgotten his identity, and was completely driven by instinct, grabbing the hand stretched out in front of him, and twisting it hard. In the crisp "click", the guard's wrist was dislocated on the spot, and a tragic cry was made.

Gao Liquan didn't look back at all, dragged the guard who was injured by himself to the ground, and then picked up his left foot and kicked the strong prisoner in the face who was already unconscious. The strong man's lateral jaw was quickly shattered, and a lot of blood foamed from his mouth, lying on the ground and convulsing. Gao Liquan heard more hurried footsteps behind him, but he still stomped his foot on the strong man's neck. The force of this blow was so strong that you could clearly feel the vibration of the vertebrae breaking from the soles of your feet. It's as easy as a twig breaking.

"He's dead, Rakkada's Wisr is dead!"

"Bastard! Take your feet off his neck. Then he put his head in his hands and stood by the wall. ”

"He broke Wells Cademo's hand. This damn guy, I knew I had to clean him up. This is already the second, already the second. ”

The scene was chaotic, and Gao Liquan heard too many voices that interfered with his attention. Soon, a very hard object came from the side and hit his back hard, Gao Liquan saw Venus in front of him, his body sank heavily, and he fell to his knees. The last thing he saw was the shadow of a baton swinging from the front, followed by a sharp pain in his forehead, and then he lost consciousness.

A few hours later, when Gao Liquan woke up from his coma, he found himself sitting in a chair. In front of him was a desk, and the elderly warden he had met before.

He's not alone. The room was spacious, surrounded by four armed guards armed with rifles. They stared at Gao Liquan, who had just woken up, with vigilant eyes, as if they were on guard against some kind of fierce beast with a strong attacking nature.

"You're making me feel in trouble."

The warden Captain Blazquez was furious, and the wrinkles on his face were deeper than usual with anger. He roared at Gao Liquan, who had already woken up: "Do you know what you have done? ”

Although he felt dizzy, Gao Liquan subconsciously replied sarcastically: "I flattened a guy who wanted to stab my ass." ”

"You killed him."

The head of the guard, Lasquez's gaze became very cold: "This kind of behavior is absolutely unacceptable in Songcheng Prison. You still don't seem to have accepted your current identity change. You are a prisoner here, not a psychiatrist responsible for disciplining prisoners. He's dead, and you're once again convicted of your original crime, a murderer. ”

Without waiting for Gao Liquan to answer, Lasquez continued to say in a cold tone, "I can understand the pressure on you prisoners. I hate damn homosexuality, and I know that every corner of the prison, every day, is being played out to bully the small and the law of the jungle. So, once in a while, it seems acceptable to me to have a love outbreak. In fact, the prison has a far more inmate. Considering the congestion here, I'm ready for any conflict. I rarely punish prisoners for fights, because this qiē is understandable. ”

"Wow! You're a lot of adults. ”

Gao Liquan sneered, raising his hand and gently rubbing the swollen bag on his head that had been smashed by a baton.

"But!"

Lasquez changed his words, and an extremely angry expression appeared on his face: "I can't tolerate the death of a prisoner at your hands. Fights and strife, while unpleasant, are the most common occurrence in prisons. That's right, the deceased provoked first, and I fully believe that it was because of him. But the problem is, he's dead now. You could have taught him a good lesson, but you beat him to death. Don't deny it, the surveillance camera captured all of them. He was completely incapacitated and you broke his neck. This is no longer a brawl in the ordinary sense of the word, but murder. Got it, murder! This kind of cold-blooded and cruel behavior is absolutely not allowed in Songcheng Prison. I have to use you as a negative lesson to educate the others. ”

A faint smile appeared on Gao Liquan's face.

He knew that was the result. It is not surprising that no matter how patient the prison warden is, he will not be able to accept the fact that the prisoner is beaten to death. Even if that strong man didn't take the initiative to come over and provoke, Gao Liquan himself would find trouble with others. He needs to see blood, he needs to make himself scrappy again. Whether that blood is your own or someone else's.

"You're going to be a living lesson to be feared."

The warden raised his voice, and his expression became very stiff: "I know that the charges against you are not real. But right now, you are turning the unreal into the real. No matter what your motives are, whether your heart is full of anger or not, you must accept the fact that you are being punished. You should learn to endure and then slowly find the right way out of here. But you didn't, and you killed others. I was going to intercede for you in front of some inspector, but now it seems that there is no need for that. You must be whipped. Remember, this is your self-inflicted punishment. ”I580