Zeng Yong said quickly: "Of course, I can do this without Brother Gang's instructions."
Just when Zhang Jun was being escorted to prison, the truck bound for Donghai also ran into trouble. A BMW suddenly blocked the front and pulled out a gun to force the truck to stop.
Just when they were about to kill the driver and seize the rough stones from the car, several cars came quickly from behind. Before the car stopped, five black holes in the car were pointed at the muzzle, and someone shouted: "Don't move!"
The two people who blocked the truck were shocked. When they saw a dozen agile people getting out of five trucks, they all put their guns away and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.
After taking down these two people, Li Yunfei cursed: "Things with no eyesight dare to rob my brother's car!" After saying that, he picked up the phone to contact Zhang Jun, but he couldn't get through. Suddenly, a feeling came into his heart.
I had a bad premonition and immediately took people back.
At this moment, Zhang Jun was being escorted to the prison. The people escorting him were no longer the police officers, but four heavily armed men. His hands were handcuffed to the roof of the car and his feet were also shackled.
There is no possibility of escape.
The road was very long. Halfway through, one of the men with narrow eyes said: "This kid is going to be sent to Prison No. 4 just after he was arrested. It is not in accordance with the procedures at all. It is very likely that he has offended someone."
Another long-faced man immediately glared at him and said: "Shut up!"
The latter immediately fell silent. The person who shouted the words was obviously the leader of several people and had more authority.
Zhang Jun sighed and said: "Brothers, I have indeed offended someone. I'm afraid I won't be able to get out once I go in."
The long-faced man glanced at him coldly and said nothing.
Zhang Jun added: "Before I go to prison, I want to make a phone call with my family. Can some of the elder brothers lend me their mobile phones?"
The long-faced man immediately refused: "You have been deprived of your personal freedom and cannot make phone calls. This is a rule."
"Is it a rule?" Zhang Jun sneered, "According to the rules, I should not be taken directly to prison, but should wait for the court's decision. What's more, my so-called crimes were all fabricated. Is this considered a rule?"
The long-faced man stopped talking. He obviously didn't want to talk to Zhang Jun.
Zhang Jun continued: "If you are willing to help me, I am willing to pay in return and give each of you one million yuan."
The muscles in the corner of the long-faced man's eyes jumped twice. He turned his attention to the other three people and exchanged glances with each other. After a long time, the long-faced man said: "Boy, you are quite rich. You can open your mouth to four million. But I want to
Do you know how to get the four million?"
Zhang Jun smiled, as long as the other party likes money, things will be easy to handle.
"Lend me your phone and the person on the phone will transfer the money directly into your account. I have come this far and there is no way I can lie to you. This is very detrimental to me." Zhang Jun said.
The long-faced man is a decisive person. He immediately took out his mobile phone and said to Zhang Jun: "You tell me the number and I will dial it for you. Don't play tricks, kid, or I'll look good on you!"
Zhang Jun said: "I can't run away, I don't dare to play tricks." Then he said a number, which belonged to Zhang Wu.
After the call was connected, the long-faced man put the phone to Zhang Jun's ear and said, "Fifth brother, this is Zhang Jun."
Zhang Wu's voice came from the receiver: "Brother, do you have anything to do with me?"
Zhang Jun smiled "haha" and said: "Fifth brother, I'm in some trouble. I'm being taken to Prison No. 4. I don't know where it is."
Zhang Wu was taken aback and said: "You have offended me and made trouble."
?I have heard of the name of Prison No. 4. It is specially used to imprison extremely dangerous criminals. Several domestic tycoons are serving their sentences there. I have never thought of it in this life. It seems that someone wants to put you to death.
Send you to that place."
Zhang Jundao: "There are two people who attacked me. One is Zeng Yong, who used to work in the Police Supervision Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security. I don't know the other one. I taught Zeng Yong a lesson and punished one of his side, Yang Hao.
I didn't expect his revenge to be so violent."
"Okay, you don't have to worry. With the boss here, no one can hurt you." Zhang Wu sounded very confident.
Zhang Jun: "One more thing. Immediately put one million into each of the four accounts. I will pay you back when you get back."
Zhang Wu didn't ask any more questions and agreed directly.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jun asked the four long-faced men to send their accounts to Zhang Wu in the form of text messages. Just five minutes later, all four of them received a message from the bank, reminding them that their bank account had an extra 100 yuan.
Ten thousand.
Suddenly having one million, the four of them felt like they were in a dream, and their impression of Zhang Jun suddenly improved a lot. The long-faced man was no longer so cold, and asked: "Brother, thanks, I have this hundred."
Wan, our life will be much easier."
The faces of the other people were also full of joy. One million would save them ten years of hard work. The more they looked at it, the more they found Zhang Jun pleasing to their eyes.
Zhang Jun said calmly: "No need to thank you, just take what you need." Then he asked casually, "How much do you know about Prison No. 4?"
Speaking of Prison No. 4, a trace of fear flashed across the faces of several people, and they said with long faces: "Brother, Prison No. 4 is actually nothing. It is not large, covering an area of only one hundred acres. There are not many prisoners in it, no more than two
Hundreds of people. However, the prisoners in this place are all extremely vicious, cruel and dangerous criminals."
Zhang Jun raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? Is it that scary?"
"Terrible is not enough to describe those people, they are the devils in this world!" said the man with narrow eyes, "About twenty prisoners are sent in every year, but the number of prisoners in the prison has always been maintained at one hundred and thirty-six.
People, no more, no less.”
"So, those newcomers are all dead?" Zhang Jun was surprised and asked.
He nodded with slender eyes: "This is not the scariest thing. Three or five of the managers in Prison No. 4 disappear every year. They are neither alive nor dead."
Zhang Jun was surprised now and asked: "Even the prison guards are missing? Where can they go?"
His narrow eyes twitched and his voice trembled a little as he said, "There are rumors that the missing people were eaten by more than a hundred people."
Zhang Jun shook his head. He didn't believe this was true. They were just a group of imprisoned people. No matter how powerful they were, they couldn't compete with the country. After all, rumors were just rumors and should not be believed.
Half an hour later, the car drove into the mountainous area and quickly entered a tall and strict iron gate, then a second iron gate, and a third iron gate. Zhang Jun counted and the car passed six iron gates in succession before finally
stop.
Three heavily armed prison guards walked out of a small door to complete the formalities. The long-faced man took out a stack of documents and handed them to the other person to check. The man took a few glances and said: "This person's detention does not comply with the procedures.
We don’t accept it.”
The long-faced man said: "We are acting under orders. Please contact the people above for specific matters."
The man glanced at Zhang Jun and then dialed a number. The person on the other side of the phone said: "This man has committed a felony and is extremely dangerous. Our Ministry of Public Security believes that he should be sent to Prison No. 4 for detention. Of course, he will eventually be detained."
Those who have been tried and convicted by the court are not suitable to be held in a detention center, so they have to be temporarily placed in your No. 4 prison."
After hearing this, the prison guard said: "Prison No. 4 can detain the person on his behalf, but the time cannot exceed one month. You can come and pick him up after one month."
"Okay." The person over there said quickly, "We won't cause any trouble to Prison No. 4."
After hanging up the phone, the prison guard said coldly: "We will take the person, and you can leave."
The long-faced man glanced at Zhang Jun and said, "Brother, take care of yourself. I hope you can come out alive." What he said was so untrue that even he didn't believe it. Because no one can get out of Prison No. 4 alive, even if they are detained on behalf of others.
.
Zhang Jun smiled lightly and said nothing.
After the escorts left, three prison guards took him through the small iron gate and into a simple small room. Here, the relevant personnel asked him to sign several documents, take fingerprints, and take photos.
Video.
After doing all this, he was taken to another cell. Here, he was forced to undergo a detailed physical examination to ensure that he did not carry dangerous items. After that, he was put into prison uniform, and his fingerprints were entered into the file and his iris records were recorded.
Following this, physical health examinations, physical strength tests, psychological tests, etc. were conducted one after another. By the time everything was over, it was already early in the morning. But at this time, he still couldn't rest and was taken into a metal-like room.
In the small house.
The room was very dark, with an area of less than 20 square meters, but there were six tall prison guards standing there, each one standing there with a fierce look, staring at Zhang Jun who was pushed in with a look like a wolf.
Zhang Jun could still laugh at this time. He raised his hand to greet the people in the room and said, "Brothers, please take care of me."
A prison guard snorted, stepped forward, swung a rubber stick as thick as his arm, and slapped him hard on the face. If the blow had been real, Zhang Jun estimated that at least half of his teeth would fall out.
He turned slightly sideways, and the shackles on his feet clicked, and he moved back half a meter, still with a smile on his face, and said: "I would like to advise you, if you move my finger, someone will return it tenfold. I believe you know
, I’m not the one who should be here.”
The man hit the target empty-handedly, feeling annoyed and not listening to what he was saying. He shouted: "Boy, if I don't beat the shit out of you today, you will walk backwards from now on!" Amidst the shouting, he swung the stick and hit him again.
Zhang Jun moved his feet, reached his side in a flash, and then struck hard with his elbow, hitting the opponent's lower abdomen with a "pop" sound. The latter opened his mouth and said "ah", his face suddenly became as pale as a sheet of paper, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He slowly squatted down while holding his stomach.
The other five people gathered around him with cold expressions on their faces, their eyes flashing with a sinister light.
Zhang Jun showed no fear and put on an air. If an expert saw his air, he would find that it had shadows of the Xingyiquan three-body style, but a closer look would make it seem different. His air was actually the highest in Shaolin.
In martial arts, the mind is in the mother position and the head is raised.
The Xinyi handles share one parent position, which is the pouting handle. The twelve major positions are the bright wing handle, the reflexive split handle, the progressive split handle, the moving handle, the oblique handle, the follow-up handle, the reverse push Cang handle, and the Yin handle.
Ba, Teng Ni Ba, Wing Spread, Push Cang Ba, Tiger Pounce. The famous Xingyi Quan is formed by integrating Xinyi Ba, Yuejia Quan and Daqiang.
Heart control is a secret technique of the Shaolin sect that cannot be taught to outsiders. It is also a secret technique of protecting the law that the monks of the Shaolin Temple are eager to learn and master. Because this technique is extremely powerful, has astonishing lethality, and is difficult to obtain, it has always been kept secret. Even the Shaolin Temple
Disciples are also carefully selected when teaching. Hua Buyi once said that those who can master the mind to the sixth level are rare.