Another thunderclap.

This thunderous sound was incomparable, as if it was about to tear the world apart.

The silver lightning lingered in the sky for a long time, and then it dissipated.

Except for Jiang Yang, Mu Haipeng and Chu Xiong, the other soldiers all looked at the sky not far away with a hint of surprise.

Chu Xiong stared at Mu Haipeng, and kept a distance of less than three centimeters between his right hand and the gun on his waist at all times.

Jiang Yang and Mu Haipeng looked at each other.

Jiang Yang's face was expressionless, and his handkerchief gently wiped the blood on his hands. biqupai.

He had scars on both of his hands.

It's a beating.

The smile on Mu Haipeng's face never faded, and it seemed that the smile was even stronger.

The lightning made the three of them glow with silver.

But his gaze was not affected or diverted by the loud thunder.

A few seconds later, Jiang Yang's gaze moved away from Mu Haipeng.

"Come over for tea."

I don't know who I'm talking to.

With that, he threw the handkerchief at a soldier.

The soldier reached out to catch it.

Jiang Yang turned around and walked towards the depths of the corridor.

The corners of Mu Haipeng's mouth rose, his right hand was placed on his abdomen, he looked at Chu Xiong, and then followed Jiang Yang and gradually disappeared into the corridor.

Downstairs at the entrance.

Chu Xiong looked at the backs of Jiang Yang and Mu Haipeng, and did not retract his gaze until the two of them disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

"Notify the groups outside the door, the courtyard wall, and the surrounding building."

"Level 2 alert."

"Wait."

Chu Xiong looked inside the corridor, and then pointed to the gate: "There, first-level alert." ”

"No one can come in without my orders."

A soldier asked softly, "Warden, Chief Warden, or Ye ......"

Before he finished speaking, a cold gaze had already fallen on the soldier.

Chu Xiong turned around, his head tilted slightly to the right, and his eyes looked directly at the soldier's face.

The soldier was shocked and did not dare to say anything at the moment.

"How long have you been here?"

Chu Xiong asked.

The soldier was visibly nervous, and responded softly: "Back to the sir, just ...... Just three months old. ”

Chu Xiong still tilted his head sideways and looked at the soldiers: "Three months." ”

The soldier bowed his head.

"I ask you."

Chu Xiong straightened his neck and turned to look at the courtyard: "Compared with the chief warden and Mr. Jiang, which one is bigger." ”

The soldier was slightly stunned, thought for a while, and said, "Of course it's Mr. Jiang." ”

Chu Xiong stood straight and stood with his hands in his hands: "Compared with the Ye family and Mr. Jiang, which one is bigger." ”

The soldier pondered for a moment and did not dare to speak again.

"I'll answer for you."

Chu Xiong looked at the soldiers: "The Ye family is big." ”

The soldier gripped the seams of his trousers with both hands, and his head was lowered and he dared to look only at the ground.

"But."

Chu Xiong looked up at the raindrops that kept falling in the sky, and muttered: "It's not who is big in this world, who can have the final say." ”

There was a look of confusion in the soldier's eyes.

Chu Xiong stretched out his hand and patted the soldier on the shoulder, and said, "Remember, this prison is surnamed Jiang first. ”

"The second surname is Zu."

"In the end, my surname is Ye."

The soldier was curious and looked at Chu Xiong: "Prison warden, but Meigang ......"

"Mae Port is Mae Port."

Chu Xiong's voice raised slightly, and he turned his head to look at the soldier: "This is here." ”

"Meigang Prison and Meigang are two completely different places, except for the similarity in name."

"Remember."

Chu Xiong strode forward, stretched out his hand to touch the raindrops falling under the eaves, looked up and said, "Beyond this wall is heaven, and inside this wall, there is hell." ”

"There can be countless judges and lonely ghosts in hell."

"But there is no second Hades."

Chu Xiong's voice was low: "No matter how long Rulai and Guanyin's hands are, they can't control the things in hell." ”

"The little ghost will listen to the big ghost, the big ghost will listen to the old ghost, the old ghost will listen to the judge, and the judge will listen to the king of Hades."

"If the imp goes directly to do things with the judge, hell will be chaotic."

"At that time, not only will the big ghost and the old ghost demand your life, but the judge and the king of Hades will never look at you again."

"So ......"

Chu Xiong turned around and looked at the soldier: "What I mean, do you understand?" ”

The soldier pondered for a moment, and said with a sad face: "Prison warden, you are both the king of Hades and the judge, and you are confused for me......"

Chu Xiong reached out and patted the soldier on the shoulder, but did not speak again.

"Here."

"The chief warden is the judge."

"Mr. Jiang is the king of Hades."

The rain stopped, and Chu Xiong walked into the compound.

"Everything is subject to Mr. Jiang's instructions, and it is an order given by the chief prison director."

"And now, all we have to do is do what we are told."

Chu Xiong stood in the center of the compound and looked at everyone: "Before the chief warden comes back, not a single fly can fly in the No. 7 compound. ”

"Not really."

Chu Xiong pulled the hem of his clothes, and the excellent workmanship of the uniform made his figure appear more upright.

"Take off this garment."

As the words fell, everyone began to act.

The entire Meigang No. 7 Prison was heavily guarded on this night.

It's really as Chu Xiong said.

It's hard for even a fly to fly in.

……

It's a huge office.

Heavy camel hair carpets, and ink landscape paintings on the walls.

Behind the tea table is a huge picture of a peony in full bloom, and the screen next to it is a hundred birds and phoenixes, and all the materials are almost all hand-carved from red sandalwood and Burmese pear.

In the edges and crevices, there is no trace of machine cutting.

In any small corner, you can see the handwriting of the carvers if you look closely.

Three white lines, a blue star map.

It is the flag of Mae Hong Kong.

The flag was small, just three-quarters of the way to the desk.

A computer, a bunch of papers, a pen holder.

It's all on the desk.

The closest place to the chair is a book.

The title of the book is familiar, and it is still the book "How Steel is Made".

"You haven't told me exactly what Paul Kochagin said in his last sentence?"

Jiang Yang stood in front of the desk, looking at the book lying there quietly, and a woman's voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

"When he was dying, he was able to say: I have devoted my whole life and all my energies to the most magnificent cause in the world — the struggle for the liberation of all mankind."

A man's voice then rang in his head.

In an instant, the picture seems to return to six years ago.

Same rainy day.

The man who was lying comfortably in the van and sending text messages, and the woman who had to confirm again after meeting.

She asked on her phone, and again after meeting.

Long hair shawl, unearthly temperament like unstained dust.

She's so clean, so beautiful.

He looks like a fairy from the earth, but he will take the trouble to wash every piece of clothing and cook every meal for him.

A woman like a mist, but so strong and solid stepped into the dirt.

He would step barefoot in the snow in search of him, crying and running towards him unconscious......

"Mr. Jiang."

A voice pulled Jiang Yang's thoughts back to reality, causing him to look away from the book in a somewhat confused manner.

Jiang Yang turned around and looked at Mu Haipeng in surprise.

Mu Haipeng smiled again, and his golden teeth were very neat: "You seem to have something on your mind." ”

Jiang Yang was stunned for two seconds, and then pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, looking a little tired.

"Maybe it has something to do with that book."

"Let me guess."

Mu Haipeng pondered deeply, then smiled again and looked at Jiang Yang: "It is related to a woman surnamed Chen." ”

"I said, right?"

"My respect, Mr. Jiang Yang."

Jiang Yang's right hand slowly left from the bridge of his nose, and the confusion in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by coldness and coldness.

Mu Haipeng was still laughing.

"You ......"

Jiang Yang slowly leaned back in the chair, put his hands on his sides, stared at Mu Haipeng's eyes, and said three words coldly.

"Do you want to die?"