Cell No. 24 on the first floor was crowded at the moment, and as soon as the footsteps of the prison guards on patrol passed, everyone made an uproar.

The two worlds of static movement are like a restless tide.

There were eight people in the cell, seven in a group, and only one person stood against the door.

The man had high eyebrows, a medium build, and thick calluses on his hands, which seemed to be the result of years of hard work. The skin on the top of his head is distinct, and there is a 15-centimeter scar mark on the right side, which is heart-wrenching.

Chisa, a Colombian, was called "sheep raider" by the prisoners.

His eyebrows were drooping, his eyelashes were long, and he couldn't take his eyes off it for a long time when he peered out of the small window. From the outside, it looks like someone who is sleeping. Heavy breathing in the dirty nostrils, the breath is not smooth, it seems to be bloated, and it seems to be full of vicissitudes.

The Qisa people are middle-aged, and the wrinkles on their foreheads are like dense iron nets, which can be clearly distinguished. His lips and teeth squirmed, like a troubadour. His hands are dirty, and his nails are stained with black stains, which precipitate into the cracks of his nails and grow into flesh and blood, which is disgusting. The right hand in his arms trembled slightly, and although his left hand tried his best to grasp it, the trembling of his clothes still betrayed him.

"Hum the throat ......"

Qi Sa's lips and teeth were blurred, and his voice gradually became louder, and the words sounded through the cell, but it did not attract the side eyes of the seven noisy people. Everyone talked about absurd things, and at this moment they were excited, dancing and laughing lewdly, as if they had long been accustomed to his weirdness.

They, including many prisoners, still have a limited understanding of Qi Sa by the words "yin and yang" and "moody".

And Qi Sa is Qi Sa who has been in prison for ten years and has not been in peace for a long time.

He pondered for a moment, and Muna's expression gradually darkened, and then he raised his head, and a trace of pain appeared on his cheeks.

In the gloomy look, the sorrow is overwhelming, and it is unstoppable.

Lying on the bed, the lamp reflected on the top of the wall, like a catapult firefly, stunned.

The book of "English Pass" at the head of the bed, it seemed that because Ren Tianlongjuan had abandoned it in his heart, he was a little angry, and he was lying sideways and occupied one-third of his pillow. Ren Tianlong did not dislike it, and shared it with him on his back.

At this time, the people in the door of death are all sitting and lying down, and they are all busy with their own affairs in their own small country.

Rebrov is a ruffian, bullied all day long, still rude-mouthed, heartless, even in front of the first master Haliola, he does not know how to restrain. I was trained by Flett just now, and now I am honestly quiet.

Subjected to the cruel confrontation of the Death Gate and the devastation of confinement, this sudden silence made Ren Tianlong somewhat uncomfortable. For a while, he began to admire how the prisoners who had been struggling and waiting for death in this prison for several years had lived for a long time in the face of this mottled century clock.

For some, the greatest enemy here is not confinement and prisoners, but scattered loneliness. It is like dust, falling into the bones of people, making people absurd and terrifying.

Of course, loneliness doesn't belong to Ren Tianlong, at least not now.

From the moment he was imprisoned, his fate had long been mottled. Moreover, the crisis has spread to all corners......

Ren Tianlong casually glanced at "English Pass" sideways, as if he had thought of something, and said in his heart: Yin Gong.

He turned his gaze, turned a page casually, and then tore off the page of paper flatly......

Vent time.

More than 500 prisoners all gathered in the square from various passages. At this moment, the prison guards' expressions were relatively tense.

Because of the crowding between people, they have lost their respect, and those who cause trouble and wait for an opportunity to retaliate, and those who make weapons to try to rebel, are like a rain of swords, one after another, one after another. Fortunately, the iron demon is in power, vigorous and resolute, upright, and there is no favoritism, and the prisoners are also more restrained because of this.

Even so, cholera cannot be completely dismantled, because this is hell on earth.

Sometimes there is trouble in the square, although the prison guards are in a high position, but there are inevitably places that are missing from the control, so once a major disturbance and murderous person is discovered, many snipers around it will play a role. They don't need to ask for instructions, they can just shoot the target. If there is a large-scale prisoner fight, machine gun fire will be used directly after the prison control fails.

Human life is like a mustard, and in this prison, there is nothing wrong with that.

The winter wind roared, and the ice was cold, as if the snow on the top of the ice had been blown here.

The sky is gray, like a restrained woman, in order to avoid shyness, covered with a layer of green veil; It's like a false god, trying to take advantage of the opportunity.

The prison issued prisoners with winter clothes, except for the yellow prison uniforms woven from coarse cloth and black cotton from the black heart factory. Some prisoners were afraid of winter, so they wore long-sleeved shirts inside to keep out the cold.

The prisoners of the square are crowded, but fortunately, the square is large enough to entrap the many prisoners all over the place.

Looking down from above, the giant prison carries the flow of people from all districts, surging like a tide and like ants.

Ren Tianlong looked at the sky, feeling very depressed, he walked to the south corner and sat down. It has been three months since I was in prison, and I have been to the square less than 10 times to breathe the outside air.

Looking at the many prisoners, inadvertently, Ren Tianlong saw a familiar figure in the crowd, in front of him was a middle-aged man, the two were not far away, and a tall black man appeared.

"McAfee's people".

Ren Tianlong's eyes flickered.

Suddenly, or out of vigilance, Ren Tianlong withdrew his gaze. He used his peripheral vision to probe around him, and found that there were many tall and strong men around him, and they were regularly surrounding this side.

This is no coincidence.

The distance between the crowd was not large, and the curved human wall formed just blocked the line of sight from the outer prisoners.

At this time, in the middle of the human wall, a middle-aged man stepped in, and the man was flying like an arrow, quickly rushing towards Ren Tianlong.

What a murderous aura!

The moment Qi Sa raised his eyes, it was like a flame, swinging into Ren Tianlong's heart, and the latter quickly got up, his eyebrows twitched, and he quietly put his left hand into his sleeve.

At this time, everyone around them turned around a little lazily, as if what was about to happen and what was going to happen had nothing to do with them.

Qi Sa looked at him angrily, and a blade suddenly fell off his cuff, and he stabbed towards Ren Tianlong two steps away.

swept through thousands of troops, the momentum was like a bamboo, and Qi Sa was fierce.

Ren Tianlong's face was calm, his breath was calm, and suddenly his eyes flashed, like a white arc, bursting out.

His left hand moved slightly, and a pointed white object was visible from the sleeve of his coat.

The cold wind was blowing lightly, and the moment Ren Tianlong raised his hand, the cone-shaped paper rushed forward fiercely.

Qi Sa held a sharp weapon in his left hand, and when he saw Ren Tianlong attacking, his body did not retreat or avoid, and the iron piece that pointed directly at Ren Tianlong's chest shook his wrist and swung towards his left arm. At the same time, he turned sideways and used his right elbow as a force to crash into Ren Tianlong's neck. Because of the ferocity, Ren Tianlong's wrist was still fearlessly stretched out, and then his whole body was like a leaf falling in the wind, bullying Qi Sa's left side.

The positions of the two are reversed, such as fighting and stargazing, and the fighting momentum is high, both of them use attacks to defuse each other's offensives.

Without waiting to stand still, Ren Tianlong's right fist rose, Qi Sa seemed to have no fear, his right hand reached forward, and when he swung at Ren Tianlong's right arm, he slapped it with a fierce palm. At the same time, behind his left hand, he actually handed over the iron piece like a swimming dragon, and the direction was actually the center of Ren Tianlong's eyebrows.

It was reflected so quickly!

The second stabbing was even more vicious.

Qi Sa's moves are simple, like a wisp of residual sun in late autumn, and like the uninhibited Wan Zhaohua. It is a real strong move, and there is no trace of embroidered legs, and the stabbing blow is clean and neat.

Ren Tianlong faced his simple and clear moves, and he never slackened at all. In the first few moves, I felt that the breath of the person was strong and the strength was arrogant, and this offensive illustrated this point even more.

Syllable! The palms and fists collided, and both of them were shocked by their arms and wrists.

And at this moment, the iron piece in Qi Sa's left hand was not affected by it, and it was still unstoppable and stabbed towards Ren Tianlong's face.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and when the iron piece was only three inches away from Ren Tianlong's eyes, seeing that Qi Sa could succeed with this blow, suddenly a white light suddenly appeared, pointing directly at his throat.

Qi Sa is 1.83 meters taller, 12 centimeters taller than Ren Tianlong, and Ren Tianlong can stab the paper tip at his vital point at this ratio, which makes Qi Sa stunned. However, what made Qi Sa even more frustrating was that he had to take a detour to protect himself at the moment.

The paper cone is the first to reach the key point than the piece of iron in his hand, even though he wants to fight for his life, but the truth does not give him this opportunity.

In desperation, Qi Sa couldn't wait to use his elbow as the boundary, and forced Ren Tianlong's arms to bounce away, trying to counteract his fatal counterattack.

One fought back, the other resolved, and the two of them waved their arms and took a step back.

However, this retreat resolved Qi Sa's fierce situation, but gave Ren Tianlong the opportunity to try his hand at the knife, he used the paper cone as the instrument to form, with the intention of the Yin Gong, the left foot jumped forward, and the right hand paper cone was handed violently. Qi Sa was startled, and hurriedly waved his blade to pick it up. However, Ren Tianlong seemed to be intentional, and what his left foot met was precisely the position where Qi Sa stretched out his blade, and his speed and reaction were even faster than him.

Prediction, which is in the hands and feet, is wit, experience, and skill.

Hands and feet collided, the blade stagnated in the hollow, and the paper cone blessed by the shape and meaning was like a lightning flash rushing into the white light, and suddenly pierced the sides of Qi Sa's neck, like a woodpecker, chattering non-stop.

Four breaths, thirteen strokes!

Ren Tianlong saw despair in Qi Sa's eyes, and when he finally pulled out the paper cone, the sharp blade fell to the ground, and he flashed a look that seemed to be relieved, Ren Tianlong couldn't help but flash a trace of sadness in his heart.

"Ah...... This! ”

"Oh my God!"

Ren Tianlong and Qi Sa fought for only a short time, and at the moment when the blade landed and Ren Tianlong flashed out, everyone turned sideways.

"Dead!"

From the gap in the queue, many of the prisoners who were close to the point suddenly saw a few bright reds, which gushed out from Qi Sa's neck at the same time, and the hot heat overflowed, and the people around them scattered and avoided it.

The blood is misty, like the meandering of death, swimming endlessly.

When a large area of bright red spread to Xiang Qisa's right hand, a woman and a girl were depicted with the tip of a knife in his palm, and he sighed.

Although the engraving is small, it is euphemistic and moving, and when the blood passes over and gathers into a pool of blood, the carved shadows are embellished, poignant and sad.

Clova and Mason sat on a stone bar, a man apart, and the prisoners were squatting or standing, and no one disturbed their conversation, and it was not long before Clova stood up, as if displeased, and left directly. But just a few steps, I saw a thin figure in the crowd quickly disappear, and then, the rear suddenly became noisy.

"Ren Tianlong, I really don't know whether to be happy for you or worried about you!"

Clova walked a few quick steps, and saw a middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood from a distance, and then she was stunned and muttered to herself.

He immediately looked at more and more people around him, and the prison guards above him were also strictly ordering, and Clova looked back at Mason, and saw that he was converging towards McAfee's group, and turned away from one place, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

No matter how conscientious the prison guards are, there is always a place that they can't see, Qi Sa and Ren Tianlong fight, in exchange for the death of either side, they will be wrapped in a straw mat and placed in the southernmost corner of the West Building, the most filthy and dark corner, with sulfuric acid turned into blood water, soaked in the world.

"Boss".

Mason bowed respectfully.

"Hmm".

McAfee replied quietly, he was old, but his eyebrows were neatly trimmed.

"I guess he knows what to do."

Mason was very religious in front of McAfee, as if McAfee was his belief.

"Good".

McAfee patted Mason on the shoulder and walked lightly.

When the crowd pushed McAfee into the crowd, the middle-aged man came up.

"If you do this, will you go against the will of the boss".

The middle-aged man looked at McAfee in awe, as if hesitating.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mason glared angrily. The latter either noticed it and hurriedly took a step back in fear.

His attitude towards Mason is what Mason's attitude towards McAfee.

"Maybe the boss doesn't understand now, but later he will think I'm right."

Mason looked at McAfee's back in the crowd with a stubborn gaze.

This afternoon is destined to be full of ups and downs, but all this on the field is being watched by the people sitting at the Death Gate in the distance.

Including Ren Tianlong's killing of Qi Sa, and Mason's meeting with Klova.

Except, of course, in the door of death, Rebrov, at this time he was sickly and outward, sitting in a place, with a bitter expression on the cold ground and a cold gaze, and at the end of his gaze was the two of the two who were talking and laughing, not knowing what the prison was planning, and the tide was about to sweep the storm.