Everyone in the prison gathered together in small groups and chatted. It was rare to see such a harmonious and peaceful situation. Wen Fei felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart. He suddenly found that there were two people in front of him who seemed to be talking in a panic.
He looked suspicious and asked, "What's the matter with you two?"
The round-faced man smiled unnaturally and said: "Brother Fei, we two brothers have heard of your heroic deeds and want to hang out with you." Although it was almost the middle of winter, it was freezing cold inside the bars, and there was no warmth at all.
But the man's palms were full of sweat, and the blade was pressed tightly with his thumb, soaked in sweat.
Another person looked sideways at Wen Fei, with a smile on his face and a bowed look. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his clothes, trembling slightly.
"Why are you messing around with me? I don't know how many years I will have to spend in a miserable kiln." Wen Fei looked up and down at the two of them.
"My name is Ding Qiu, I used to hang out in Yangwan, and I'm friends with Brother A Niu." He tried his best to be approachable and took a step forward.
"Really? Let's talk about it after we get out! Is there anything else?" Wen Fei always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.
"It's nothing. Brother Fei, you rest, I won't disturb you anymore." Ding Qiu said this, but did not move his legs. Although he was close to Wen Fei, when he did not find a suitable opportunity
, he will not act rashly. He has seen the power of the "God of War" with his own eyes in the underground boxing ring. If he is not sure, he will never take action.
"Brother Fei! Look, what's on the wall?" Cun Tou, who was standing next to him, pointed at the wall with his left index finger, while his right hand clenched the wooden pick in his pocket.
"What?" Wen Fei turned his head naturally and looked towards the wall. The wooden stick held by Chun Tou's right hand quickly stretched out from his pocket and stabbed it at lightning speed.
Ding Qiu, on the other side, also seized this opportunity and raised the blade in his hand. Wen Fei was attacked from both sides and was half lying on the bed again. He was wondering if there was nothing special about the wall when he heard a slight cold wind behind him.
The attack hit me, and my heart froze. I didn't look back. I rolled my body and pressed against the wall. I took the opportunity to glance and saw a cold light flashing behind me.
Between the lightning and flint, there was no room for any consideration. The cold and sharp blade had already scratched Wen Fei's throat. Wen Fei tilted his head back, but it was too late. He only felt a cold feeling on his neck, and the blade had touched his skin.
It also scratched the skin of the neck. Burning pain came in waves.
There was also a sharp wooden stick that also pierced the thick prison clothes on Wen Fei's body. The muscles on his lower back clearly felt the sharpness of the wooden stick. All these things happened at the same time. Wen Fei's scalp was numb.
A chill went from head to toe. He shouted and kicked out, hitting the wrist where Ding Qiu held the blade.
Ding Qiu was kicked so hard that he almost lost the blade in his hand and almost fell down. The danger on this side was slightly relieved, but on the other side, the wooden stick in Cun Tou's hand had already pierced the muscle, and Wen Fei couldn't care less. He hurriedly kicked it out.
The foot turned back again and swept towards Cun Tou's face. The strong wind was fierce. Cun Tou's expression changed drastically. He was kicked like this and suffered at least a moderate concussion. He hurriedly hid back and retracted his hand.
Wen Fei relieved the crisis and touched his neck with his hand. His hand was covered with blood. Fortunately, it was only a superficial injury. He stood up on the bed. The prison cell was short. His head had already touched the top. Wen Fei could only sigh.
With his waist lowered and his head lowered, he glanced behind him, and there was blood oozing out from his lower back. He secretly said, "It's close." He broke out in a cold sweat.
He was now condescending, with frost suddenly rising on his face, and a murderous aura covering his whole body. Everyone in the prison didn't know what happened, so they stopped talking and stood there staring at the three of them blankly.
Seeing that the situation was defeated, the two people didn't say anything and just kept doing nothing. They took the weapons in their hands and stabbed Wen Fei in the leg. Wen Fei hated the viciousness of the two people and saw the two people rushing towards him.
He hooked the quilt next to him with his feet. The quilt spread out like a fishing net, covering the two of them.
Chun Tou turned his body to one side to avoid it. But the ball was in front, and when he wanted to retreat, it was too late, so he stretched out his hands to open the quilt. The quilt was so big that it spread out completely to cover his upper body.
There was darkness in front of Ding Qiu, and his hands were flailing, trying to lift the quilt. Suddenly, he felt a muffled "buzz" in his head, and was hit hard by an external force. His whole body flew out together with the quilt covering his head, until
He hit the wall behind him and fell to the ground with a "bang" sound. The quilt was still on his head, and there were bursts of dust rising from the wall and the ground.
It was Wen Fei who kicked Ding Qiu down with a flying kick. When Cun Tou saw Ding Qiu falling to the ground, motionless, Wen Fei walked towards him step by step. He was frightened, waving the wooden pick in his hand, and shouted wildly:
"Don't come over, I will kill you." His voice was trembling, and the hand holding the wooden pick was trembling.
Wen Fei said nothing, his stern face was like a knife. He jumped off the bed and kicked Chun Tou on the wrist. Chun Tou ducked, but he didn't expect that this kick was a feint. There was a person in front of him.
The fists like sandbags carried a strong wind and hit Chun Tou's face. There was a "bang" sound, and blood and several white teeth flew out from his cheek. His body was also like a strong wind.
Like the lone tree in the middle, it swayed from side to side.
Then there was another flying kick on Chun Tou's chest. His body jumped up high and fell straight onto the bed. There was only a loud "creak" sound. There was a big hole in the bed, and Chun Tou was in the shape of a "u"
The shape was embedded in the large hole, motionless.
After the battle, everyone calmed down. At this time, Wen Fei felt severe pain in two places on his body. The blood on his lower back soaked the cotton-padded clothes, and he was slightly hot. He covered the wound with his hand and sat down.
, the blood on his neck had condensed into dark black particles, and his face showed a tired look. Two people next to him hurried over and hurriedly helped Wen Fei sit on the bed.
The lean man was also alert. He walked quickly to the iron gate, shook the iron gate, and shouted in a broken gong's voice: "Come quickly! Someone wants to kill Brother Fei, the God of War."
Hearing this, people in other prisons also shook the iron doors in cooperation. After a while, Officer Hu and Officer Fan hurried to the prison with several heavily armed police officers.
Opening the door of the prison, Officer Hu saw that the scene was in a mess again. There were two people lying on the ground and "humming", while Wen Fei sat on the bed with a pale face, and his neck was simply bandaged with a rag. His waist was simply bandaged.
His prison clothes were stained red with blood.
Officer Hu was furious, with all the veins in his head protruding, and he shouted loudly: "You are causing trouble again, let's see how I deal with you today!" After saying that, he raised the rubber stick in his hand.
Wen Fei stared at Officer Hu coldly with wide eyes, his sharp gaze was like a knife, exuding murderous intent. Officer Hu couldn't help but feel a chill coming from his heart. But he had no intention of stopping, thinking that this was a detention center.
, he, Officer Hu, has the final say here, no one dares to resist him, he is the commander in chief of all the prisoners here.
A strong hand grabbed Officer Hu's wrist tightly. Officer Hu struggled to free himself from the hand. He looked up and saw that it was Officer Fan. Officer Fan's face was righteous and awe-inspiring, and his eyes were like lightning.
It's like penetrating his heart.
"What are you doing?" Officer Hu's eyebrows were knitted together, his voice was loud and his tone was full of anger.
"Why am I asking you? It was these two people who wanted to kill him, and he was the victim. What do you mean by beating him indiscriminately as soon as you came here? Do you have a grudge against him, or do you have some ulterior motive?
"The old police officer's words were very explosive, and he was also very angry, and he seemed to be furious.
"You..." Officer Hu was speechless for a moment, and the hand holding the rubber rod dropped. He put his hands on his hips, looked around, and said sternly: "What are you looking at? Why don't you follow me to carry this person away?"
Everyone inside was afraid that Officer Hu would vent his anger on themselves, so they hurriedly lifted the people on the ground.
"Lao Fan, if you don't have evidence, don't talk nonsense. If you favor the prisoners and obstruct my management of prisoners, I will definitely report it to Director Zhong." Officer Hu turned around and said angrily to Lao Fan.
"Am I partial to the prisoner or are you partial to the prisoner? People here are very sharp-eyed. You can go ahead and sue me, but I'm afraid you dare to fire me. Over the years here, what kind of person have I been? People who know me
We all know each other well. I don’t believe you dare to make the matter bigger. You think I don’t know that you arranged for these two people to come in. Now that they are murdering, everyone in the warehouse can see it.” Lao Fan Cong
He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He took a puff calmly and puffed out a puff of clear smoke.
The few police officers nearby were reluctant to interrupt, so they simply stood aside and watched the show. They had long been dissatisfied with what Officer Hu had done. Just because he had a good relationship with Director Zhong, they usually did not dare to offend him. Today I always
Fan Yizheng taught Officer Hu a lesson, and he was secretly applauding in his heart.
Officer Hu's trump card was exposed by Lao Fan, and his face turned green and red for a while. His arrogance suddenly disappeared. He could see that other colleagues were gloating about the misfortune, and they just stood aside and watched the fun, "Okay! Forget it.
You are so cruel, Lao Fan, let's wait and see! If you want to take care of the mess here, I will leave it all to you." After saying that, he walked out angrily.
When his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, people in each prison burst into warm applause, and several people even whistled. It is imagined that all the prisoners here have suffered from Officer Hu.
"Stop making trouble, just do whatever you have to do! I'm really annoyed now. Things happen one after another in the prison cell. You guys are still making noises." Lao Fan looked sad and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Tell Officer Fan, let's have a cigarette to relieve our addiction! We all have no energy at work." The lean man said with a flattering smile on his face, walked up to Old Fan and saluted.
"Take this pack of cigarettes and share them with everyone!" Lao Fan took out the cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to the lean man's hand, then kicked them away, "You can crawl along the pole, little bastard!
The lean man exaggeratedly shouted "Ouch!" and ran away happily. Everyone burst into laughter.