Chapter 633 Shampoo

Back in the Monya Empire, he had spent more than half a year in the life of a death row prisoner. To be precise, it was a life full of humiliation and suffering. At this time, entering the palace for the second time is naturally very uncomfortable.

Churchill is different, it is completely a big girl sitting in a sedan chair.

He is very optimistic that this is a valuable life experience, a new life experience, which will help him realize his dream. Although he is still an artilleryman, when the Celtic holy sword is broken, the Krem Reduced to a sea of ​​flames, after Kirkcraft I paid the price for his cruelty, he will put down his guns and cannons, pursue his dreams, and create a new life.

Even if everyone is not optimistic about him, he thinks a gunner who wants to be an actor is funny and stupid, which is even more contrary to harmony.

But...he will not give up, as long as he is still alive, he will not stop approaching his dream.

Why did you rebel against the tyranny of Kerclough I? Not to hate, not to replace, but to create a new life, a life where everyone is free to pursue their dreams, a world where they can breathe freely.

These, he did not tell anyone.

He is an artilleryman, and he is happy to be with Howson, but this does not mean that he does not have a delicate heart.

Along the way, he always smiled, and looked at every facility in the prison with a curious and longing gaze, even the simplest silver-white walls.

Tang Fang was as calm as water, Howson was aggrieved, and Churchill looked like a curious baby, which made them look weird and alien to the prison, which was very different from ordinary death row inmates.

Maybe it's because I'm used to watching the disappointed, bewildered, and regretful expressions of the death row prisoners, and I feel uncomfortable seeing the three of them indifferent. Maybe it's because I want to teach the three of them a lesson, or maybe it's because I'm depressed. Wanting to find something to vent their emotions, the elder of the four prison guards stopped the escort process, pointed to a room in the corner and said, "Take them to wash."

Tang Fang's calm face showed emotional fluctuations, but he still followed the prison guard's instructions and walked to the corner bathroom.

Howson didn't know what to think. His cheeks twitched a few times, making him look a bit hideous.

Since he planned to experience prison life, Churchill naturally would not resist.

So the three entered the bathroom under the escort of four prison guards, and stripped off their clothes under their watchful eyes.

Tang Fang's eyes were still calm, and he didn't feel humiliated because he was naked and the other party was neatly dressed. As a man who once crawled from the dead,

These superficial insults have no way of affecting his emotions.

Not to mention that the four prison guards are all men, even if there are women present, he still dares to do this, anyway, all three of them have been disguised. Who can recognize that the naked person in front of him is the head of the famous "Morning Star Casting".

Churchill was the last to enter the room, but was the second to undress. His body was covered with scars, including knife wounds and bullet marks, which made people look sideways.

Howson is different, his whole body is clean and smooth, except for Mao Duo, he can't find a medal that can represent that he is a real man.

Churchill finally understood the reason why a boxer, who has always been proud and dry, still has to take off his clothes, and why he is not at all cheerful. Did not hold back. Hehe laughed out loud.

"I...I used to have many scars on my body, all because of Tang..."

The boxer explained with a blushing face, but in the middle of speaking, Tang Fang elbowed him in the ribs. He forcibly held back the word "Fang" in the back, and then realized that he almost talked baldly, revealing the identities of the three of them.

Ever since he encountered the evil eye on Star Nami, his body was genetically modified to gain the ability to regenerate at a high speed, and the scars on him, Tang Fang, and Aros disappeared.

For a real man like Uncle Howson. It's not romantic at all, it's not manly at all.

At this time. One of the four prison guards leaves the room and heads for the door. Responsible for venting.

The older prison guard pointed to the bathing space in front of him and said, "In the past."

Tang Fang stepped forward and remained calm until now.

If it was him before time travel, perhaps he would feel a little unbalanced and even angry, but after absorbing Tang Yan's memory, he has already seen it very indifferently.

This is the rule, just like every industry, from the national leadership to the market, must abide by those visible or invisible rules.

No matter how beautiful you are outside, how self-reliant you are, how dignified you are, when you enter such a place, you will first be insulted by your personality, cut off your pride and dignity as a human being, destroy your will and spirit, and become a dog Not as good as The Walking Dead.

In fact, why not in the army? In Tang Yan's memory, there are countless ways for veterans to torture recruits, and for superiors to oppress subordinates.

This is a social phenomenon that cannot be changed by individual will. As long as there is soil for the growth of the evil side of human nature, it will never be completely eliminated.

When he thought of the method of "delivering goods to the door", he thought that such a thing would happen, and he was not surprised, so he was very calm.

It was this kind of calm that made the elderly prison guard uneasy.

His intuition told him that the thinnest Asian kid among the three was their leader.

He saw the young boy's calmness as a contempt for power, a mockery of the prison guards. Because he felt from the bottom of his heart that the prison guards themselves were vicious dogs raised by the state machinery, and he was unwilling to admit this, but he had to admit it.

When Tang Fang stood in the bathing position, he took the high-pressure water gun from his subordinates, adjusted the pressure, and opened the valve.

This is a very common punishment for torturing prisoners. While insulting people, it will bring unparalleled pleasure to the perpetrator, and it saves worry and effort. Watching the white body collide with the water splash is somewhat pleasing to the eye.

He laughed and laughed.

Compared with Tang Fang's calmness, it formed a sharp contrast.

It's a pity that he didn't see the high-pressure water flow on the back of the young Asian, breaking into countless splashes, and he didn't hear the exclamation, and he didn't see the naked man who fell to the ground.

Because there was a person standing in front of him, forcibly blocking the high-pressure water flow with his crossed arms, the lasing waves spread out on his flat and short hairstyle, and the flowing water snaked down his arms and fell to the ground to form puddles .

"Wow..."

The sound of water sounded. The heat surged up, mistying the glass window above the bath, where the darkening sky could be seen outside. The sensor lights arranged on the ceiling suddenly turned on, emitting soft white light, like naughty elves. Jumping on the surface of splashing water droplets and rising steam.

He stood under the nozzle, gently kneaded his scalp, let the warm water flow all over his body, and let out a soft sigh.

Somehow, in this situation of waiting for the opportunity to come, he can temporarily forget about those crises. Those pressures, let go of your mind, take a good hot bath, even if this is a prison, not the familiar captain's room.

Yet such a scene is like a needle prick into the body. The elderly prison guards were furious.

He yelled angrily: "What are you doing? Get out of the way!"

Howson didn't move, his fleshy face was hidden behind the spray, showing a cold sneer that made people feel cold.

The two elderly prison guards pulled out batons attached to their belts and stared coldly at the prisoner who had not moved a single inch under the impact of the high-pressure water, waiting for an order from the superior to let him taste the stick.

In such a place, rebellion means asking for trouble. But... from time to time there are still people who want to challenge their majesty, but in the end they can only be covered in bruises. Be a role model for killing chickens and monkeys.

They never reflect on whether they have deceived others too much. No one will sympathize with a death row prisoner, and people will only remember the crimes he committed during his lifetime. Even... Sometimes those so-called "sins" are forced out.

In one-third of an acre of land in the prison, the prison guards are princes, and the warden is an omnipotent God who holds divine power.

"Hit me..." The elder prison guard pointed at Howson's hated face, and said in an almost crazy tone, "Hit me to death." Finished. He turned off the water valve, and then drew a baton from his waist. The top is somewhat mottled, and it can be seen that it is blood that has dried up.

2 young prison guards had rushed up before this. The baton directly hit Howson's head, and the shot was very ruthless, without any affection.

None of them noticed that Churchill, who had been silent all this time, moved, and his taut body was released suddenly like a fully drawn longbow. The prison guard on the right under his ribs.

The hard muscles bulged high, and the protruding blue veins were like tough hemp ropes. The force was transmitted to the prison guard's ribs. There was only a muffled creak, followed by a sharp and piercing scream.

The prison guard turned into a huge football, bowed and flew backwards, finally stuck to the west wall with a slap, and slowly slid down like a ball of boneless slugs, split his legs, and sat on the ground, unexpectedly Passed out by Churchill's simple impact.

Another prison guard was stunned by the scene in front of him. He only felt a black shadow flash past, and then there was the sound of mud on the wall. When he subconsciously turned his head to look, his good partner really slipped from the wall like a puddle of mud, rolled his eyes, and fell unconscious.

Just when he was in a daze, Howson caught up with a stride, bent his toes casually and hooked, Puye's big palm slammed on the base of his neck with a whimper, the poor guy opened his mouth, and before he could squeeze out his throat With a groan, he followed in the footsteps of his companions, fell to the ground and passed out.

The moment the older prison guard took out his baton, all the two young prison guards lost their ability to move. The first prison guard had two broken ribs. It is estimated that he still had some concussion. I wonder if there will be sequelae.

The latter one was in a better situation, at least he didn't have a broken bone, he just fell to the ground and broke his nose, and two lines of blood stained his mustache red.

The mole on the corner of his mouth trembled slightly, and he looked at the two big men in front of him in disbelief. Through the gap between the two of them, he saw the young man apply shampoo all over his scalp, make a lot of foam under the flow of water, and slide all the way down his smooth back.

There was also a faint humming sound, as if singing.

His lungs were about to explode. He had never seen such an arrogant guy in more than 20 years as a prison guard, and what was the origin of these two muscular men who were as strong as cows in front of him. As a prison guard guarding death row prisoners, he usually does a lot of physical exercise, so why did he kill him just by meeting him face to face?

Howson and Churchill are from the "Morning Star", and their hand-to-hand combat abilities are among the best among the crew. Veterans like them who have survived the battlefield, compared to the policemen who spend their days fighting for food and waiting to die, it is naturally a matter of strength and weakness. A very easy thing to tell.

This is because the two men have kept their sense of proportion, otherwise, the ones who fell on the ground would have already been two dead bodies.

"Is it really good for you to treat death row prisoners like this?"

Churchill said with a cold face, compared with Howson, his character is more delicate.

In his view, people who have been sentenced to death should be more merciful and their natural human rights should be protected, because sympathy for the dying is a common emotion among human beings.

Gypsy's laws are obviously too strict. If some death row prisoners are placed in other princes, they will not be able to meet such criminal laws. They are already pitiful, and they will be insulted by prison guards. blasphemy.

Churchill was angry only because Tang Fang was calm. He chose to suppress his emotions until Howson used his body to block the high-pressure water that was supposed to spray towards the captain.

The older prison guard raised his sparse eyebrows and said in a cold voice, "Do you want to die?"

Howson raised his middle finger at him and cursed, "Idiot."

Only then did the prison guards realize that the three people in front of them were prisoners who were supposed to die. They had to die if they wanted to, and they had to die if they didn’t want to. Only an idiot would really ask that sentence.

He just asked subconsciously, as if he was upset when he saw the young man's calm and calm face, and wanted to force him to show some more exciting expressions, it was a completely unintentional behavior.

That comes from the professional authority that has been cultivated for many years, and is used to enjoying the awe of the prisoners. When encountering a special case suddenly, it will naturally produce strange emotions, feeling that someone is provoking his authority.

He didn't think it was a twisted and perverted psychological disease, because the warden, the police chief, and some other officials had this problem. The name of the United Kingdom of Lankers is bound together and is sacred and inviolable.

This can be reflected from the national emblem on the uniform.

"You guys..."

Howson didn't listen to his nonsense, and strode forward.

He raised his hand, and the baton fell down. At the same time, his left hand touched the back of his waist. There was a sharp weapon pinned there. As long as he pressed the button, the monitoring device on the ankles of the three people in front would trigger a strong current, making them incapacitated.

The baton is only a means of intimidation, it is the real instrument of punishment.

I don't know if he was too nervous or Howson moved too quickly. He failed to press the electric shock button, and the baton in his hand was snatched by the big man.

He smelled a fresh fragrance, which was more impressive than the smell of blood in his mouth. It turned out that some shampoo washed down by running water flowed in front of him and wet the mole at the corner of his mouth.

The young man had already washed his hair and was applying body wash. He seemed to be very focused and happy. He didn't even notice that there was a person drinking his shampoo behind him. (to be continued)

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