He grabbed the gun and looked at his companion who grabbed his wrist. The guy had a ferocious look on his face and yelled: "What are you doing?"
"If you kill him, who will take the blame?"
Hearing the sound, it was like a bucket of cold water being poured down on his head. The guy shuddered and glanced at He Zhenzhong sitting there smoking, his teeth were almost broken.
"Put down the gun. There are so many instruments of torture. Can't they still allow you to vent your anger?"
call.
The guy took a deep breath, nodded, put away the gun, and then walked up to He Zhenzhong, "Let me see how long you can be arrogant? I hope your bones can be harder, so that I can use the torture tools here
Use them all once.”
Pooh.
After spitting out the cigarette butt in his mouth, He Zhenzhong moved his wrist a few times, but it was still slightly numb. Not good. After the body has undergone intermediate strengthening, its resistance to poison has indeed improved a lot.
Seeing that He Zhenzhong ignored him completely, the guy's lungs almost exploded with anger. He had tortured several Chinese agents to death for so many years of torture, but this was definitely the first time he had seen such an arrogant prisoner.
"Tie me up."
Deng Deng.
Next to him, two prison guards put away their guns, grabbed a hemp rope and walked over.
Seeing He Zhenzhong standing up, the guys were not worried at all. Although the handcuffs were broken, there were so many guns pointing at them around him.
Smiling at the guy, He Zhenzhong opened his mouth, stretched out his right hand and said, "Here comes the gun."
A gun? That guy almost died laughing. Was he scared? He was searched several times when he entered the prison. Where did he get the gun? However, in an instant, the smile on his face solidified.
As if by magic, a gleaming micro-punch appeared in He Zhenzhong's hand.
Da da da.
Puff.
Blood flowers bloom one after another.
The guy's body was shaking constantly, his eyes were wide open, and his expression was as if he had seen a ghost. There really was a micro charge in this guy's hand, and was it real?
Boom.
The body fell down, and the guy's eyes were still wide open, refusing to rest in silence.
The prison guards around him were no longer dumbfounded. They never expected that a gun would appear out of thin air in He Zhenzhong's hand.
call.
He Zhenzhong flicked his hand and turned the gun.
Da da da.
The dense bullets shot out like flowing water.
Puff.
Caught off guard and unexpectedly, the prison guards were shot to death one by one. Each one of them stared at He Zhenzhong with their eyes wide open, unable to figure out where the gun in his hand came from until their death.
.
After taking a look, He Zhenzhong walked over and found that he was dead. He squatted down and took out a key from a leading prison guard.
Deng Deng Deng.
There were rapid footsteps outside the door. It was the prison guard guarding outside who heard the gunfire and rushed over to check the situation.
Ga.
The interrogation room door opens.
Seeing He Zhenzhong appearing there, the prison guards were obviously stunned. How could it be this guy?
He Zhenzhong grinned and raised his left hand.
Whoosh.
Two grenades flew past.
The faces of the prison guards all changed, they screamed, turned around, and jumped forward.
Boom boom.
Fire and smoke rose.
Blood and broken flesh splattered.
Screams and calls for help continued to sound.
He Zhenzhong hugged Wei Chong and strode out of the smoke.
Da da da.
Poof, poof.
Blood flowers bloom one after another.
The bodies of the prison guards lying on the ground were shaking rapidly, and soon there was no movement. They were all dead with eyes closed. How could a prisoner get such a grenade?
Deng Deng Deng.
He Zhenzhong didn't stop at all and rushed forward.
"Grenade."
Swish.
A grenade appeared in He Zhenzhong's hand from the storage space, and then he threw it away.
boom.
Around the corner, several prison guards who rushed over were blown to the ground.
Boom.
Stomping his foot on the ground, He Zhenzhong's body suddenly accelerated and he rushed forward. Then he jumped, raised his right foot and kicked on the wall. At the same time, he twisted his waist and flew towards the corner in front.
Da da da.
Bullets were flying.
The two prison guards holding guns and guarding the cell door fell down at the sound.
Boom.
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He Zhenzhong landed, shook his hand, and with a thought, he rushed back to the storage space. Suddenly, he grabbed the bunch of keys from his pocket, looked at it, picked out one, inserted it into the keyhole, and twisted it.
Click.
Hearing a slight sound, He Zhenzhong pushed hard with both hands.
Ga.
The heavy iron door was pushed open, he squatted down, took the gun from the prison guard, and rushed in.
Da da da.
When, when.
The lock on the door of Cell No. 1 was broken. He Zhenzhong raised his foot and kicked it over. With a bang, the cell door opened.
Inside, a group of prisoners were all dumbfounded, staring straight at He Zhenzhong holding a gun, wondering what was going on.
"Get out of here quickly."
After saying that, He Zhenzhong turned around, walked quickly to Cell No. 2, and turned his gun.
Da da da.
Dang Dang.
Then number three, then number four.
Deng Deng Deng.
A prisoner who was not afraid of death rushed out. When he saw the prison guard being killed at the door, his face lit up and he grabbed the gun scattered on the ground.
"The prison guard has been killed, everyone rush."
"Kill all those *** and rush out."
"The only way out is Cuba. No matter how powerful the United States is, they can't catch us."
Excited roars continued to sound, and the extremely vicious prisoners rushed outside crazily.
The alarm sounded throughout the prison, and all the prison guards guarding the outside retreated to guard the passage.
The guy's gunfire has already started.
He Zhenzhong carried a gun and came to Cell No. 3. Sure enough, the guy was standing inside, waiting for him at leisure.
"Walk."
Luo Zhenguo raised his hand, adjusted his glasses, nodded, walked over, looked at He Zhenzhong, "Finally here, but how did you do it? From the interrogation room to here, there were twenty-three prison guards with guns.
"
He Zhenzhong was also stunned for a moment. He only killed people and didn't count them. How did this guy know?
"I have been to the interrogation room, and I can remember many things at a glance." Luo Zhenguo explained softly.
Photographic memory? He Zhenzhong curled his lips, he was indeed a genius who even the country sent people to rescue.