After the phone call, Staff Officer Ju hurried towards the cell, but he was constantly worried that Li Xiaohu would do something inappropriate.
The prison cell in the military camp is exactly like that kind of dungeon. It is dark and gloomy inside. When people walk in, they will feel the cool breeze all around. Accompanied by the staff, Li Xiaohu walked under the dungeon. There was only a dim light below.
Lighting. A water prison, an ordinary steel prison. The prison is divided into several small rooms, with iron sheets blocking each other. However, the main door is empty, which makes management easier.
"Master Liu, what should we do now? This happened!" The black-faced man was locked in a separate room, opposite his group of younger brothers. Now it's better. I want to vent my anger on Master Liu and help him.
I was so busy that I didn’t expect to be caught here. The black-faced man’s face turned even darker now, and he looked like Zhang Fei. He sat in the dungeon and kept complaining: “Damn it, I’ve been down for eight lifetimes.
What a shame, I actually got into a confrontation with a colonel!"
"Boss, what should we do now?" The younger brothers grabbed the door of the prison one after another, eager to squeeze their heads out. Who knew that the gap was too small, and their heads couldn't squeeze out at all, so they could only press their faces against it.
They all waved to the black-faced man.
"Fuck, what can I do? It's cold!" The black-faced man glanced at everyone depressedly. Mr. Liu and the others in the next cell didn't say a word. We, a social gangster, are useless. We still have to rely on Mr. Liu on weekdays.
They were asking for a living, and the black-faced man put his head to his head and asked quickly: "Young Master Liu, you should think of a way quickly!"
Dong dong dong...
Li Xiaohu's military boots made eerie knocking sounds on the corridor.
Suddenly, there was silence in the prison, and everyone stood up involuntarily. The black-faced man leaned against the iron door and was stunned when he saw Li Xiaohu walking down the gloomy corridor. Li Xiaohu changed his clothes
The military uniform is like a different person. If the Li Xiaohu who was wearing an off-white suit before was handsome, chic, handsome, and had the potential to be a pretty boy, then the Li Xiaohu in front of him simply has the murderous aura of a soldier.
At this moment, the black-faced man finally recognized Li Xiaohu. He pointed at Li Xiaohu and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly: "He...he...he is that...Li Xiaohu, the Li Xiaohu who fought against the Philippines and died for the country."
Li Xiaohu!"
"Shut up!" The soldier at the door knocked hard with his military stick. The black-faced man quickly took two steps back and collapsed on the ground. At this moment, he instantly understood Li Xiaohu's identity and status.
Li Xiaohu made outstanding contributions in the Scarborough Shoal War and was awarded the rank of colonel. It is said that Li Xiaohu is the son of Admiral Li.
The black-faced man suddenly felt cold all over. Unexpectedly, this kick hit the iron plate. Not to mention Li Si behind Li Xiaohu, even with Li Xiaohu's own social status, few people could afford to provoke him. The black-faced man suddenly felt cold all over.
In a daze, Mr. Liu probably couldn't protect himself, let alone himself, as the Clay Bodhisattva crossed the river.
"Li Xiaohu, what do you want to do!" Liu Xinggui asked sharply.
"Then I'll tell you directly, I'm here to torture you to extract a confession!" Li Xiaohu snorted and waved his hand: "Open the door!"
