The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 194: Messy
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Hearing the call from the prison guards, the man in his thirties sitting at the far end, with his big head, shirtless, full of marijuana, and tattoos, sat up from the bunk against the wall, grinning. He shouted with his big mouth: "Don't worry! You are mature, speak!"
Obviously, this marijuana is the prison tyrant of this prison, but the public identity is the leader of the group, and he is the leader of the crime. Such arrangements are not uncommon in detention centers and prisons.
"Don't let him stew it!" The prison guard said viciously before closing the bars.
I heard that it’s done if you don’t simmer it. The prisoners in the room are all shivering, which means that you don’t need to die.
"I'm the grass! What kind of expert does your kid, he offended? Is this going to kill you?" The man named marijuana looked at Wang Meng in surprise.
Wang Meng ignored him and scanned the room.
This is a 30-meter-long cell, paved on three sides, made of cement, and only about 30 centimeters above the ground.
The shop was covered with a thin brown carpet. The carpet was very old and covered with prisoners’ bedding.
These beddings are all kinds of colorful, thick and hard, and they are obviously sent by family members.
The end of the shop near the door is a squat without any block, connected to the shop, with only a half-meter high concrete wall in between.
The white squat has turned black, and there is still yellow-orange-orange urine in it, making it smelly.
Wang Mengyi walked through the detention center, knowing that this was because the detention center had restrictions on the use of water, and the water was given at a fixed point every day, so that the urine and feces could not be washed away in time. In other words, prisoners pooping and peeing are all fixed points, otherwise, you will smell bad.
On the wall opposite the door, there is a window about three meters above the ground. It is said to be a window, but it is actually a square exhaust hole. There is an exhaust fan on it, which is slowly rotating. The front and back of the exhaust fan are thick with fingers. Rebar is inserted in the wall. There is an energy-saving lamp embedded in the shed on the roof, which is enclosed by steel bars.
Because there is only one exhaust hole for lighting, and no lights are allowed during the day, the vision in the house is dim, and the light is dimmed and bright because of the rotation of the exhaust fan.
"Grass! Not bad!" Wang Meng seems to be very satisfied with this place. This is much better than his advancing game, at least there are carpets! In advance of the detention center, they all slept on the cold concrete floor.
"My grass! Isn't he okay? Come in for a fool? Why don't he go to educate him, don't mess up!" The marijuana was so angry that his face was blue at this time, and Wang Meng ignored him, making him this When he was in class, Wang Meng even said that it was a good place, which made him even more mad.
Although the detention center is short-term detention, it is as dark as the prison except time. Not everyone can be a prison tyrant. In addition to being tough enough to keep the inmates down, he has to be approved by the guards.
There are many different types of prisoners in detention centers, but they are generally allocated cells according to the length of time in custody. When there are many people, there are not so many people to pay attention to.
In Wang Meng’s prison, all the prisoners in the prison came in through fights, some of them were rascals, but because the crime was not serious this time, or because they were waiting for additional evidence, they were temporarily detained. Once the evidence is conclusive, Or the family used a door, detained for a certain period of time, and then released. If you are "not sensible", you may be sent to prison directly after you leave the detention center.
At this moment, when the prison tyrant spoke, everyone except the marijuana seeds stood up and rushed towards Wang Meng together, all of them were very excited.
Although it is a short-term detention, it is said that it is detained for up to 15 days. In fact, it is common to be detained for a few months. In addition to work and rest time, it is usually sitting cross-legged, with swollen legs and flat buttocks.
These people are all suffocated here, and cleaning up Wang Meng at this time is tantamount to flexing his muscles and bones. Besides, the prison guard spoke just now, as long as he doesn't kill him. Opportunities for such activities and entertainment are rare.
There were too many people, and Wang Meng was instantly overwhelmed.
Ping-pong-pong, howling ghosts and wolves, screaming, messy.
"I'm stubborn, didn't I hit one person? Why are so many people calling out?" Cannabis Seed frowned and scolded as he looked at the messy crowd.
"Because they are killing each other!" Suddenly a faint voice sounded from the side of the marijuana.
When the marijuana looked sideways, he sprang up with a scream, his face looked like hell.
Wang Meng sat sideways beside the marijuana seeds, smiling at the horrified marijuana seeds.
"Call a few! Sit here and watch the play!" Wang Meng glared at the marijuana seeds, and the sound was not loud, but the marijuana seeds were cracked, and Wang Meng knelt down with a thump.
"Ghost Lord? You were beaten to death so soon? This is not to blame me? It was an order from the cell boss? I didn't offend you. Where did you go back? Wait for me to go out. I'll burn more paper money for you!" The marijuana seeds slammed their heads at Wang Meng, banging loudly.
"Don't forget what you said!"
Huh!
Wang Meng is gone.
"Gah! What a ghost!"
Plop!
The marijuana seeds screamed sternly, fell over and fainted!
The messy prisoner was startled by the weeping screams of marijuana seeds and stopped.
"I'm **** you, you beat me!"
"You are paralyzed, do you dare to hit me?"
"Your grandma's, are you blind?"
"Cut him!"
Ping-pong, roaring from the crowd, and then the messy group battle begins.
Ah!
Wow!
A figure suddenly flew out of the crowd screaming and was hitting the marijuana seeds.
Hey!
The marijuana seeds were smashed to wake up.
The marijuana seeds hadn't been distinguished yet, a figure flew over with screams like dumplings one after another, and instantly buried the marijuana seeds alive.
In less than a moment, more than 30 people piled up into a grave, howling ghosts.
In the small open space of the prison, Wang Meng grinned his little white teeth and looked at these groaning prisoners with a long-lost face.
"How many do you call him? I didn't make a heavy hand. I now order him to return to his position in 30 seconds. Otherwise, he will not get up!" Wang Meng suddenly shouted coldly.
Huff, haha, to say that these prisoners are really good at bullying and fearing hard work. As soon as Wang Meng said, these prisoners who were still crying and urinating just now rushed back to their bunks, some of them were beaten up. The moving prisoner crawled back quickly.
The prisoners sat cross-legged on the bunks, looking at Wang Meng in horror.
Only the marijuana seeds are still in a coma.
"Grass! You crippled guys, who don't have any comrade friendship at all, quickly wake him up." Wang Meng pointed at the marijuana and cursed the prisoners.
A lean old man beside the marijuana hurriedly tossed the shoe Tara, and put his foot under the marijuana's nose.
"Woo..."The marijuana suddenly woke up.
Wang Meng was dumbfounded, looking at the old man's black feet, Wang Meng trembled all over, I'm grassy! How smelly he is to reach the realm of saving people?
"Grass! You are immortal, do you dare to show your stinky feet? Don't want it?" He almost stunned when he woke up.
"Boss? How dare I? The uncle made it!" The thin old man hurriedly pressed his feet under the mattress, said flatly, and pointed at Wang Meng.
"Here I am the uncle, who else... huh? Ghost!" The marijuana seed followed the thin old man’s fingers and looked towards Wang Meng. His eyes suddenly became round, and his eyelids were turned over. Fainted.
"Don't you dare to faint, I will take you away." Wang Meng scolded.
Hey!
The marijuana seeds squeaked, but they didn't faint, but they survived.
"Ghost! You can't take me away! I have a three-year-old baby on top and an 80-year-old mother on the bottom. They can wait for me to take care of them!" Incoherent.
"Ghost, you uncle? Grind again, I will kill you!" Wang Meng glared at the bead.
The marijuana seeds immediately covered their mouths with both hands, and knelt on the bunk honestly.
"Is there any smoke?" Wang Meng walked over to the marijuana seed and asked.
"Yes!" The marijuana seeds hurried to the lean old man to give Wang Meng the position against the wall. This side position is the best position, only the prison tyrant can sleep here. Obviously, he had already regarded the Ghost Lord as being even better than him.
The lean old man hurriedly pulled the people next to him, and the prisoners all leaned aside one by one to make room for the master Wang Meng.
Plop, another time a thin young man near the squatting bunk was squeezed into the squat.
"Okay! It's not easy, just have a place to lie down." Wang is kind-hearted fiercely.
"Lord? You smoke?" The hemp seeds fiddled with the corner of the mattress for a long time before taking out a half-pack of cheap, pleated cigarettes.
Wow!
At this moment, the young man in the urine rushed to the iron gate and leaned on it to listen. This is for fear that the prison guards will come over and find someone smoking, so they have to monitor the guard.
In the cell, the berth near the squat is also the side, but apparently this location is the worst, not to mention the smelly sky, it is easy for people to get up at night, and it is easy to be collapsed and urine. Yes, that can be stinking to death. The person who sleeps in this position must be the least-status person in the cell. The closer to the prison tyrant holding the wall, the higher the status.
Wang Meng took the cigarette case, took out a cigarette without a filter, and threw the cigarette case at the marijuana seeds. He knew that cigarettes were harder to get here than gold.
The thin old man is really going to have trouble. I don't know where to turn out a flint with the size of a thumb, and then draw a small ball of cotton from the seam of the mattress.
Prick, the flint rubbed **** the cement for a dozen times without interruption, and the splashing sparks ignited the cotton. The cotton is on.
It seems that the old man often does his job, and he has made perfect. Wang Meng admired that this method is also commonly used by special forces, but when there is no flint, it is to drill wood to make fire.
The lean old man was not afraid of being burnt, holding the burning cotton and handing it to Wang Meng. Wang Meng leaned the cigarette over and lit it.
The old man threw the cotton on the ground, shaking his hands.