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Text Chapter 1747 We are the bad guys

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    This seems to be a corner that has been forgotten and despised by the world. The high gray wall is covered with barbed wire, dividing the inside and the outside into two worlds.  It's bright and warm outside the wall, but dark and colorless inside.  The long prison building has rooms situated back to back. The cold iron door and the lock the size of a baby's fist glow with a cold metallic luster under the dim light.  At this point, occasionally there was a slight sound of wind blowing in front of the window, rubbing out the miserable harmony of "Woo Wu", penetrating into the psychology of every prisoner, causing inexplicable fear.  In this silent night, a sudden jingle or a prisoner's unwilling roar is like awakening the ghost of a person who has been sleeping for many years and stings your eardrums.  There is also a cell on the ground floor of the prison building, where felons are detained. The sour and rotten smell of the cell can be smelled in the dark corridor.

    At this time, in an eight-person room, Tang Zhaomin and two companions were huddled on the bed closest to the toilet in the room. The thick smell of urine could be smelled with every breath.

    "boom!"

    There was a sudden loud noise, and the bed beneath them shook violently, causing the three people to stand up in fear.  I saw four people standing beside the bed. A young man who was not tall, just over 1.6 meters tall, and had a birthmark on his face was looking at them with evil intentions and a sinister smile on his face.  And the loud noise just now was from this guy kicking him on the bed.

    The three of Tang Zhaomin were all injured, and their faces were bruised and bruised.  After they were sentenced, they were imprisoned here. Not only did they have to squeeze three people into one bed and sleep next to the toilet, enduring the stench and irritation, they didn't have enough to eat every day, and today they were given nothing to eat.  And it has almost become a routine to be beaten every day at this time.  They also knew in their hearts that not only the three of them, but also the compatriots in other cells were not much better than them, and it was probably time for them to be beaten at this time.  If they hadn't been thinking about their wives, children, and elderly parents at home, and looking forward to returning home after serving their sentences, their spirits would have collapsed.

    "Damn, Chinese pigs, get up, get up, hurry up, squat over there." The man with the birthmark patted Tang Zhaomin's face heavily and said with a grin.

    Tang Zhaomin and the three of them got out of bed tremblingly, limped to the corner near the toilet, then squatted down with their hands on their heads, looking at those guys in fear.

    "Hehe" said a fat guy with a lewd smile on his face, "How are you going to play today?"

    At this time, a guy in his thirties, bald head and shirtless jumped down on the bed.  This guy's height is rare in the Philippines, probably over 1.9 meters, especially with the messy tattoos on his bare head.  And his bed was so big that it obviously merged Tang Zhaomin's and his two beds into one.

    The bald head shook his head, and his tibia made a rattling sound.  Slowly walked up to Tang Zhaomin and the others, and then snapped his fingers.

    "Bring me a washbasin."

    The fat guy smiled, took out a washbasin from under Tang Zhaomin's bed, and placed it at the bald head's feet.

    The bald man sneered, unbuttoned his trouser pockets and exposed the pile of odds and ends: "They haven't eaten yet today, so we will show kindness and let them try this artificial beer to quench their thirst. Then we will pull some ingredients for them to eat.  full."

    "Ha ha¡­¡­"

    Several people laughed wildly, and they all untied their belts. There was a splashing sound, and the smell of urine floated in the air.  Soon, half the basin was filled with urine.

    The fat guy smiled obscenely: "I happen to want a large size, let's pull some for them first." After saying that, he found another basin and squatted on it.

    Tang Zhaomin and the other three were frightened to death. They were scolded and beaten, and it didn't matter that they didn't even have enough to eat every day. But making them drink urine and eat shit was something that no one person could bear.  Not to mention eating or drinking, even getting it on your body is intolerable.  Although they have no dignity at all here, but having no dignity does not mean that they will endure such humiliation.

    "Come!" the bald man said coldly, "hold them down for me!"

    "Fuck you!" A big man next to Tang Zhaomin roared, "Even if I die, I will bite off a piece of flesh from you bastards." After saying that, he stood up suddenly and rushed towards the bald head.

    Tang Zhaomin and another person also yelled and threw themselves at the other two people.  But they were already injured and had not eaten for a day, so they had no strength. More importantly, they were just ordinary fishermen before, so how could they be the opponents of these felons?

    I saw the bald head kicking the big man in the stomach. The big man screamed and flew back, hitting the wall with a plop, and then slid to the ground.  He was covering his stomach with both hands, his body was curled up, and there were big beads of sweat on his face, but he just gritted his teeth and remained silent.  ??Tang Zhaomin and another person had been caught and pinned to the ground.

    The bald man smiled ferociously and said: "Damn Chinese pigs, you still dare to resist. It seems that I will give you a massage after you are fed and drunk."

    "Fuck you, you damn monkey, I will kill you, I will kill you." Tang Zhaomin struggled desperately and cursed.

    ¡°Bang bang bang¡­¡±

    A prison guard outside the iron gate knocked on the door with his baton, "Please be quiet and don't disturb other people's rest."

    A guy hurriedly ran to the iron gate, nodded and bowed and said: "Sir, these Chinese pigs are so ignorant that we didn't give them anything to eat today for fear that they would be hungry. We prepared food and drink for them, but we didn't give them anything."  Thank you." After saying that, he took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it out through the small window on the door.

    The prison guard looked at the cigarette in his hand and said with satisfaction: "Just let them eat and drink enough. Don't kill anyone, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the superiors."

    The guy nodded: "Don't worry, we will never kill anyone."

    The prison guard glanced at Tang Zhaomin and the others through the small window, and snorted in disgust: "Chinese pigs!" After that, he turned and left.

    "Okay!" The bald man picked up the basin, "Open their mouths for me."

    "Boom!"

    ¡°Boom!!!!¡±

    Just when the two guys pinched the mouths of Tang Zhaomin and another person, and the bald head wanted to pour the urine from the basin into their mouths, a loud explosion suddenly came from outside, one after another, and the earth began to violently  Trembling, then a piercing siren sounded, followed by intensive gunfire.

    Baldhead was stunned, and he didn¡¯t care that Zhaomin and the others had peed while they were pouring soup. He put the washbasin on the ground and walked quickly to the iron gate to look outside.

    "What happened?"

    A dozen prison guards ran outside in panic, keeping their clothes on as they ran.  And the prisoners in other cells also

    Lying on the iron gate, everyone looked outside excitedly, wondering what was going on outside.

    "What's going on?" Warden Mendoza suddenly woke up and sat up on the bed.  A beautiful woman next to him also woke up and nervously grabbed Mendoza's arm, "What happened?"

    Mendoza ignored her and stretched out his hand to open the curtains, only to see the flames outside and the deafening sound of gunshots.

    "Report!" A panicked report came from outside.

    Mendoza quickly put on his clothes and opened the door. He saw a prison guard with a pale face and said in fear: "Warden, it's not good. Unknown armed forces are robbing the prison. All the walls of the prison have been blown down. Their firepower is very fierce. Immediately."  Just rushed over."

    "What?" Mendoza almost sat down on the ground, calmed down his panic, and did not forget to comfort his woman, "Stay here and don't run out." After that, he ran quickly.  When he got out, the prison guard hurriedly followed him.

    The prison office building only has three floors, and his office is on the second floor. The third floor is just his lounge, where he lives every time he has an affair with his mistress.

    Mendoza hurried to the office, grabbed the phone from his desk, and dialed the police station with trembling hands.

    "Beep!"

    "Beep!"

    "Beep!"

    "Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Pick it up!" Mendoza was so anxious as he heard the gunshots getting closer and closer.  Sweat, I rang more than a dozen times but no one answered.

    "What the hell are these bastards doing?"

    Mendoza cursed angrily. How did he know that rebels were attacking Malaca?ang Palace, and now police were sent to the streets to maintain law and order.

    Mendoza dialed the number again. This time someone answered the phone quickly, and a lazy voice came over: "Why are you calling so late!"

    Before Mendoza could speak, the other party hung up the phone, and a busy tone came from the receiver.

    Mendoza was stunned for a moment, then roared angrily and cursed: "Damn bastard!"

    There was no other way. Mendoza could only call the phone again, and it was the same lazy voice that said impatiently: "Are you done yet?"

    Mendoza¡¯s face turned red with anger: ¡°Listen, you bastard, I am the warden of Manila Prison. Unknown armed forces are robbing the prison. We can¡¯t stand it any longer. We are asking for support.¡±

    "Da da!"

    "Da da!!!!"

    The gunfire was approaching, and the guy inside seemed to have heard the gunfire, and his voice suddenly became louder: "Just two hours ago, there were rebels attacking"In Manila Nangong, all police forces are now on the streets to maintain law and order.  "

    Mendoza¡¯s head buzzed, his body shook, and he roared angrily: ¡°Asshole, report to the superiors immediately and ask for support from the troops.¡±

    ¡°Okay, okay!¡± The guy inside also panicked and hurriedly hung up the phone.

    At this moment, the office door was kicked open, Yang Luo walked in with a smile, and Madman and the others stood at the door.

    Yang Luo glanced at Mendoza, then at the prison guard, raised the M14 in his hand, and pulled the trigger.

    "boom!"

    Before the prison guard understood what was going on, his head jerked back, a deep bullet hole appeared on his forehead, and a drop of blood spilled into the air, and his body lay heavily on the ground.

    Mendoza was so frightened that he took a few steps back until he leaned against the desk. He said with a pale face, "Youwhat do you want to do?"

    Yang Luo sat on the sofa, looked at Mendoza and smiled, his voice was very soft and friendly: "Mr. Warden, of course you are here to rob the prison, are you here to give you a gift?"

    Mendoza¡¯s throat rolled. His gun was on his desk, and he could reach it as soon as he reached out, but he didn¡¯t have any courage.

    "Youwho are you?"

    "Ha!" Yang Luo laughed, "Mr. Prison Warden, what you are asking is really childish. We are here to rob the prison. Who do you think we are? Of course we are bad guys!"
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