() Perhaps for the sake of convenience, when the whites arrived, the heavily armed prison guards took Makarov's original cell-room to a new large cell.

Compared with the original cell, this new large cell resembles a pig's nest, about 30 square meters, with about 10 high and low beds, and only one window about 30 centimeters in length and width, which is welded with iron bars.

Under the window, there are three toilets that can no longer be seen in their original color, and they are not only black, but also piled up with some unknown objects.

"Clean this up!" The guards threw down a bunch of tools, then turned and walked out.

"I ............" Makarov felt sick to his stomach as he looked at the toilet that smelled like a gas bomb.

"Sukabule!" Makarov yelled at the prison guards who had not gone far.

"Hey, boy, think I haven't seen a Russian movie!" The prison guard spit out the cigarette butt and walked back to the cell, and there was a baton on up, how could Makarov do it, although he did a lot of work during this time, and ate pig food, but his foundation was still there, in the face of the baton, Makarov directly twisted the prison guard's arm, and then kicked the prison guard on the knee, and then slammed it, and the prison guard fell out like a green onion.

"Oops!" The prison guards who are strong outside and do nothing usually bully and bully those Nigo or something, but when Makarov fell like this, he immediately called out.

Before the guard was done, Makarov pulled him by the collar and dragged the guard to the toilet, then shoved the guard's head inside.

The prison guards struggled desperately, alarming the others, and then seven or eight prison guards rushed in and laid siege to Makarov.

And the more Makarov thought about it, the more angry he became, and with a loud shout, he pounced, punched and kicked, and fought with the prison guards with batons, and the sound of the fight also spread to other cells, and when they saw the prison guards being beaten, the black millets excitedly knocked on the railing of the cells.

Seeing that his side was about to lose, a prison guard pulled out a pistol and was about to open fire on Makarov, but was stopped by the prison warden who rushed to him.

"Electric stun gun!"

"Yes!"

Four or five tasers were fired at Makarov, who, despite his best efforts to dodge, was shot in the thigh and fell to the ground in convulsions.

"Give it to me!" After seeing Makarov fall, the prison guards were overjoyed, grabbed the baton and beat him, and Makarov was immediately beaten to death.

"Spare him his life, take him to heal, and let the Indians who come in clean the room!" Seeing Makarov unconscious, the warden said unhurriedly.

Soon, four or five white and chubby Indians were driven into the cells by the prison guards, and then cleaned up with a sigh of relief.

After packing up the cell and making it habitable, Makarov, who was casually bandaged by the barefoot doctor and fed a few mouthfuls of medicine, was thrown back to the cell by the prison guards.

Seeing Makarov's miserable appearance, several Indians were startled at first and cautiously touched the latter, but after the other party only moaned a few times, these Indians rolled their eyes and carried Makarov to the bed with a lewd smile.

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"Head, how did those Indians get in, they seem to be quite rich!" In the warden's office, a prison guard played with the Indian's jewelry and looked at the warden suspiciously.

"Rich? Those guys were on the brain, so they ran to call Miss, but they thought that the young ones were too expensive, so they found a fifty-year-old, and a few people together, and killed the woman, what a special brute! ”

"This ......" The prison guard didn't know what to say, and almost tens of thousands of cash were found from these guys, but the other party actually did this kind of thing, and the prison guard saw it for the first time.

"Suffered, what about that hairyman?" The prison guard's face changed dramatically.

"Maozi? Oh, it shouldn't matter! Those Indians haven't lost their hearts to this extent! The warden was skeptical.

"Oh no, no!" As soon as the prison warden's voice fell, another prison guard, out of breath, ran in and stammered: "That, Maozi, he, he ............"

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's analized!"

"Poof!" The prison warden, who was drinking, squirted out.

"Quick, go check the situation!"

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Makarov wanted to die, but because of his arm injury, he couldn't do it if he wanted to die, there was no place on his body that didn't hurt, especially Chrysanthemum, who was close to a coma at the time, he wanted to resist, but he still couldn't escape the clutches, but fortunately he was rescued in the end, and then after three days in the medical room, he was taken to another large cell, which was full of black corn.

When he was first carried over, Makarov was still afraid of these black corn millet wearing only crotch cloths, afraid that they would have the same taste as the Indians, but it turned out that he thought too much, and these black corn not only did not touch him, but also gave him the best bed, and a gray-haired black corn also took out a little herb from under the pillow, chewed it in his mouth, and then put it on the wound.

"Why did you save me?"

"Because, you fight, those policemen, yes, heroes, ours!" Kuro replied in stammering English.

Makarov did not expect that his act of beating the prison guards would give him a high prestige in the hearts of the prisoners, and every day someone brought him food and drink, changed his dressing, and even smoked a cigarette from time to time. And Makarov also found that these black corn were still okay, and he was determined to escape with these people.

For this reason, every night when he came back from work, Makarov would chat with these black corn millet for a few words, and slowly became acquainted, and it lasted like this for almost a month, and after he and these black corn had a preliminary foundation of trust, he told the black corn his plan.

"I want to escape, what about you?"

"But we're stuck in the desert, there's no water, we can't escape!" There are black corn millet questions.

"So we can make our own hydration bladders!" Another Black Corn spoke.

"How?"

"Sometimes there are sand rabbits in the mines, and when we catch rabbits, we can use stomach bags to fill them with water!"

"But we don't have a map!"

"I'll figure it out about the map!" Makarov looked at the police quarters across the street from the cell, where the warden's office was located.

"As long as we work hard, we will definitely be able to escape!"