Fury Ocean

The lights are dim, and there are many shaking shadows on the walls. The whole world seems to be swaying, blurred vision, and silent and indifferent faces around. Eight Eight One Chinese WYWWW. 81ＺW. The damp ground of COM releases the smell of mildew, and the persistent faint **** smell. Compared with the stench on the body, these unpleasant tastes are nothing, and even deserve to be "fabulous".

There was severe pain in his hands, and his pulse was beating like pulses. The pain made him frown, the brow bone broken by the stone cracked again, and the dark red blood mixed with the booties stuck to the skin. Became equally dirty.

Adding all of this together, Wang Xiaoliu realized that he was still staying in the old place with those prisoners of war who hated himself, instead of returning to his hometown as he dreamed, and spreading wild flowers across the mountains and azaleas.

"......I'm hungry!"

I do n’t know if there are animal factors in the bones or the effect of the dream scene. The torture of the complicated and pungent breath did not destroy Wang Xiaoliu ’s nerves, but made him feel hungry, so he could n’t help crying out . But after speaking, his groggy spirit was clear, and he couldn't help ridiculing that he was a refugee in his last life. In this case, he still kept eating.

There was a special smell that penetrated through the nostrils, and a hard object was sent to the lips. A doubtful expression appeared on Wang Xiaoliu's face. The giant mole moved several times and opened his mouth unknowingly.

Is it actually food?

It's really food.

The chapped lips squirmed gently, the loose teeth rubbed back and forth, the rough dough was ground, and the starch gradually turned into sugar under the mixing of saliva. Wang Xiaoliu swallowed it into the stomach and moaned comfortably.

"good to eat......"

After being imprisoned, "supplied with superiority", Wang Xiaoliu didn't need to rely on this lowest quality food to satisfy his hunger, and today he felt extra sweet. After taking a few mouthfuls in a row, his physical strength recovered a little, and his mind became clearer and clearer, so more doubts surfaced in his mind and twisted his body.

"......how come......"

"do not move."

An indifferent voice, holding a cold and wet face, Wang Xiaoliu instinctively opened his mouth again, drank the water from the mouth, and at the end he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips lingeringly.

"Nonsence!"

The stolen goods are still there, and there is a breath of pee and urine at the entrance, and the sudden feeling of nausea makes the stomach fall to the sea. All the injuries and illnesses suffered throughout the body seem to burst at the same time, flooding the nerves like a tide. The huge stimulation caused Wang Xiaoliu's intellect to recover instantly, and his body collapsed like a spring.

"Oh ... vomit ..."

"Huch!"

No matter it is a star thief or a gangster, it often mixes with it and gives people a fierce and powerful impression. Wang Xiao's life in the underworld has been such a label, naturally. At this moment, his quilted eyes flashed with devious and fierce light, and the mole on his face was like wildfire, and he didn't look like a wounded person. At this time, he was like a lone wolf, caught by someone. In the cage, pretending to be docile and inadvertently exposing the wildness, the fierce power is still there.

Unfortunately, this look did not last for a long time, and Wang Xiaoliu's spirit soon faded, not because he was intentionally weak, but because his weak body couldn't support that powerful gas.

"... keke ..."

With retching, coughing, and a momentary burst of spirit, Wang Xiaoliu saw more than a dozen skinny men around him and figured out his situation.

The eyes glanced around, squatting, or sitting, all of whom were familiar faces. Finally, Wang Xiaoliu's gaze fell on his beard.

"... Eat and ate and drank ... It's time to hit the road."

In front of the face to be completely covered by the beard, Wang Xiaoliu arbitrarily spread his palm.

"Beard, you asked me to do it last time, but I'll do it seriously ... give me a pleasure."

"Give it a pleasure?" Beard's body was worse than Wang Xiaoliu's, but his eyes looked exceptionally bright.

"This doesn't work?" The mole on Wang Xiaoliu's face jumped twice.

"Just be happy," Beard said suddenly, "Is there anything to confess?"

Wang Xiaoliu was somewhat surprised, and his expression became a little lost. "It's a bit of a concern today, well, it's fine. Which brother sent me ..."

More than a dozen prisoners of war stood up in a row and stood in front of Wang Xiaoliu. The inconvenient beard was also carried to the forefront, as if leading a team to form an army formation.

Ok?

Wang Xiaoliu couldn't figure out the situation and blinked confusedly.

Soldiers are soldiers. No matter how much torture and physical weakness, together with the formation, the spirit of killing came out. The pressure from the face made Wang Xiaoliu mistakenly believe that his previous promise was empty words, and he could not help laughing.

"Forget it, I owe everyone's debts. Should I pay back ... who comes first ... ah?"

With a brush, dozens of prisoners of war saluted collectively, with a solemn look and a beard placed their palms on their foreheads. They could only sit upright with their bodies straight.

For a while, Wang Xiaoliu could only open his mouth wide and looked like a statue.

"Thank you. Brother Liu." Beard solemnly said, "Thank you for everything you do."

"Thank you, Brother Six!" A dozen prisoners of war echoed collectively.

"This, this ... why is this?"

Wang Xiaoliu finally realized what was happening. With a loose nose and a sore nose, he felt more unexplainable emotions in his heart.

A lame prisoner of war took a step forward and lit his trailing left leg to the front: "Liuge helped me compare the bones, I remember."

Another prisoner of war followed, and patted his bandaged head: "Liu's medicine for me, I remember."

Another prisoner of war came over and raised his chest to reveal the position of the heart: "It wasn't stopped by Brother Liu, I've been jailed."

"Not a few sips of soup from Liu Brother. I'm starving."

"Liu brother healed the wound for me."

"Liuge helped me ..."

"Liu Brother for me ..."

The prisoners of war came forward one by one, telling the past in turn, all of which Wang Xiaoliu had used privileges to "run by hand". Now it seems that time is going backwards and it is played back in front of everyone.

Wang Xiaoliu listened blankly, looking from one person to the next, thinking slowly with his voice. At first, he was able to tell when and what these young people were talking about, and sometimes "er", "err", and gradually, his spirit was a little bit sloppy, his soul was out of nowhere, his tears were silent. Flowing on the face.

I don't know when Wang Xiaoliu felt some inconvenience in breathing, so he whispered in a low voice after sniffing hard.

"You, you ..."

"Not my sixth brother came to see me every day. I was dead so long, even bad."

Beard's last summary, the quiet voice said: "Brothers all watched and remembered what Brother Liu did. Everyone understood why Liu was in jail. As for why you do n’t say it, you should also I understand. "

"I understand, I certainly understand." Wang Xiaoliu nodded desperately, and then snotted his nose vigorously, his voice getting lower and lower. "Yeah, but I killed yours ... two ..."

"Yeah." The moustaches and messy beards on the cheeks, movements and expressions on the face make people think of the scene when they pulled the trigger. "If Brother Liu doesn't kill, we won't sit together today ... it's all dead."

Killing can save people, so saving people and killing people. Is it reasonable to kill people to save people? Should it be understood or forgotten by the living?

Wang Xiaoliu couldn't discern these truths. He only knew that he killed his captives more to keep his own life than to save his life to save others' lives. Out of this self-awareness, Wang Xiaoliu felt a little ashamed, so he had to listen to the words of his beard silently, and was afraid to interject.

"Of course, this account cannot be left alone."

Beard's words scared Wang Xiaoliu and Suo Xing changed direction. "Wait for ours to come in, don't even try to run any of them."

"Uh."

Since it was those people, presumably they did not include themselves, Wang Xiaoliu calmed down a little and couldn't help but sigh and said, "I don't know if we can live till then ..."

"Yes! Of course!" Beard's words were decisive, and I didn't know where the confidence came from: "I was wrong before. From the perspective of traveling the street, our people should have taken the initiative to force the lone wolf to use them. This shameless trick. So I guess, the rescue is coming soon! "

"I saw it while walking down the street ..." A prisoner of war tried to intervene.

"What you see, you don't see anything." Beard turned and stared at him, stopping what he was about to say.

Wang Xiaoliu didn't notice this scene, even if he noticed it, he didn't care. He thought that Fusheng didn't know what he was doing now, how could he expect something else.

"I'm afraid that when the rescue comes, the lone wolf dog jumps over the wall."

"That's wrong. Just because the soldiers are about to arrive, we are more valuable alive. There are six brothers, and this time you traveled the street to make you a bait ... I do n’t know why, but I'm sure there will be no hope unless there is really no one, they will not kill you. "

Looking down to see that it was impossible for him to return to normal legs, the beard tone said quietly: "Take a step back and see our people come in before the death, that feeling must be very refreshing."

"......Uh."

Wang Xiaoliu didn't want to take this sentence. According to his life principles, if he can live, he must find a way to live. Before he thought that he would die, he was a bachelor. Now that there is hope, of course, he ca n’t be willing to die for “pleasantness”.

So silent for a moment, Wang Xiaoliu remembered something and hesitated to say, "The fishing lure I just said, I wonder if it was because of the cow ..."

Boom!

The violent roar hit the eardrum, the lights flickered, and the surrounding walls were shaken. Wang Xiaoliu's voice was interrupted, and when everyone was shaking, he saw the people around him moving in color, and everyone's spirit was inspiring.

"coming!"

"It must be them!"

"What's coming?" Only Wang Xiaoliu was still confused, and asked blankly, "You mean ..."

boom!

Another huge roar, followed by the hustle and bustle behind the high wall. In an instant, everyone in the prison was alarmed, and the confusion that followed followed, such as hurricanes blowing through every corner.

It is impossible to describe how fast the situation outside is. At the beginning of the chaos, prisoners who ran to the jail to drink to stop the commotion were not allowed to make trouble. It didn't take long for them to be summoned by the outside call. A large number of guards ran back again, accompanied by many regular soldiers, including those high-ranking instructors from Ji Peng.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Bring the prisoners on the list!"

Looking at the panicked faces, not only the prisoners of war, Wang Xiaoliu finally realized what was happening.

Robbery?

storm?

Breached?

So fast!

Just now I figured out why, the door of the cell had been opened, and guards and soldiers like wolf-like tigers swarmed in, and took the beard and others out of the cell.

"I saw a ghost, how could there be so many mechas ..."

The sound of a lone wolf came from a distance, gnashing his teeth and dying, and seemed to be helpless.

"Don't forget that sixth boy, maybe he is the key."

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