Chapter 634 You Are A Genius

The prison guard wanted to get up, but at this moment, a huge object fell from top to bottom, like a five-finger mountain pressing down on a monkey, firmly imprisoning him in place.

Then, he heard a somewhat nasty and vicious voice behind him: "Hey, there is blood on it, it seems... this stick has beaten many people, it can definitely be called a murder weapon."

The person sitting on his back said: "There is something wrong with your eyes, like a wolf."

Accompanied by the sound of rushing water, there was the sound of low footsteps from behind. The prison guard couldn't see what was going on behind him, so he could only listen with a pair of ears.

The shampoo was replaced by the body wash at the back, which made the police uniform wet.

He could only raise his head vigorously, his eyes happened to see the young boy's white butt, and then he felt that this was a rape, that mean, shameless, arrogant and vicious boy raped him.

Although the other party didn't do anything, just taking a shower.

"No, no, you can't do that, it's immoral." The person sitting on his back said righteously.

"Fuck your ass!"

"Of course I don't do my shit, do his shit."

"Get out, talk too much and stab you together."

Then, that voice of justice disappeared.

Then, he felt something hard enter his body. No... Maybe it's more vivid to use "invaded his body".

Because that thing is very rude, domineering, and extremely grainy, but these are not the key point, the key point is... it really hurts!

He thought, the pants must be torn.

Howson was very strange, showing a puzzled look, and said, "It shouldn't be."

Churchill squinted at him with a disgusted expression on his face: "Shouldn't what?"

"Why didn't he yell? Why didn't he yell? He should use a deep and powerful voice. It's right to yell with a deep sense of satisfaction and pain."

"Lancelot's cry is very nice... What kind of eyes do you have... I really didn't lie to you...Of course, there is still a gap compared to Alma."

Churchill said: "Have you two played this far?"

Howson said: "She won't let in,

Say it hurts..."

Churchill was stunned. Captain Tang on the bathing seat shivered, and went around the back to scratch his ass, thinking that it was a big mistake to take him off the ship. This fellow has never been able to talk more than his brain. Fortunately, Alma wasn't there, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't sleep with him from now on.

Of course, the possibility that Alma likes this kind of tough guy cannot be ruled out, after all, personal tastes are different.

"He...couldn't be dead?"

Howson asked worriedly, although the baton was of moderate thickness. It feels like a woman's friend, but it's not a good thing to use it to explode an ass, and most people can't afford it. The prison guard in his 40s only let out a muffled groan the moment he entered, and there was no movement after that. It made him very strange and worried, for fear that he would just play him to death.

Churchill turned his head and looked behind him, his expression became very strange, and he asked, "What was Lancelot's expression at that time? Did you enjoy it?"

He said seriously: "Please believe me, it hurts!"

Boxer couldn't figure out why he asked this question. If he had been replaced by Park Min Ho at that time, he might have felt irritated after adapting to the sense of shame. But as the attacking Lord Lancelot, it was undoubtedly a kind of torture.

Churchill got off the prison guard, and the expression on his face escalated again. It's as ugly as being raped.

"This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever done in my life... I'm sitting on his ass."

Howson was finally able to see the prison guard's face. It was not a face cursing the society, nor a face with pear blossoms and rain.

"Wow, so this guy is gay!"

His expression was exaggerated. Like a poor boy who knows that he has won a 50 million jackpot, there is a kind of divine light that seems to be the child of destiny gathers on his face.

The artilleryman stroked the half-shaven stubble of his chin. Said in an extremely serious, extremely envious and jealous tone: "Yes. You are so lucky to always meet such a wonderful thing."

"You're discriminating against homosexuals," Howson said.

Of course Churchill didn't admit it, and said loudly: "I didn't."

Tang Fang finally took a shower, looked back at the two of them, and found this scene very interesting.

Two naked men discussing the topic of homosexuality so seriously and elegantly, not only has a visual impact, but also a kind of damage to the hearing.

"Someone is coming outside." He reminded.

In the field of view of the detector, the young prison guard who went out to let the wind go out earlier is rushing to the bathroom with a group of prison guards.

He was very clever. Seeing that his two companions were knocked down in an instant, and even the captain fell into the enemy's hands, he didn't choose to enter the house to die, but called more prison guards to come to support him.

"Oh." Howson agreed in a low voice, and slowly let go of the hand holding the baton, and then at the last moment of the movement, he held it back again.

He didn't poke it in, he didn't pull it out, and he didn't draw a circle.

He just flicked off the safety lock very gracefully, and under the "wow" gazes of Tang Fang and Churchill, he lightly pressed the switch.

There is often only one step between heaven and hell.

Mr. Police Officer was still flying in the ocean of happiness one second, and was thrown into the fiery furnace the next second.

One moment it was an expression of sexual enjoyment, the next moment it became a painful and distorted profile.

Churchill couldn't bear to look directly, and turned his face away.

Tang Fang went to the outside room and dressed silently. He no longer knew what words to use to describe Howson. Just like the artilleryman said, it's not that strange things don't get together, he always meets strange things that make people laugh and cry, and then does the same thing Strange thing.

Like Lord Lancelot, like poor Inspector Mr.

"You're going to kill him!"

The gunner can't bear it, Mr. police officer is hateful, but the crime does not deserve death.

Prison guards' crimes are not an excuse for Howson to play hooliganism.

"You know what, I'm helping him develop new gameplay."

He let go of the hand that pressed the switch, and the prison guard let out a long breath, his whole body limp on the ground, his face as red as a tomato. There are few factors that stem from shame, and many factors that stem from inappropriateness for children.

Churchill wiped off the water droplets on his body indiscriminately, walked towards the wardrobe, and dropped a sentence as he passed by him: "You are such a genius!"

"I think I'm a genius, too," Howson said, before laughing like a psycho, his voice echoing in the empty bathroom. Like a wolf who cannot find a mate on a full fifteen-month night.

His laughter didn't last long, and was interrupted by the batons that rained down on him.

Seven or eight prison guards rushed into the room and beat him violently, because the half of the baton raised high was very conspicuous, and the man next to him was even more conspicuous.

Howson hugged his head and curled up into a ball without resisting. He didn't yell, and let those prison guards beat him with sticks.

He is not stupid, he knows that Tang Fang's plan cannot be destroyed, and he also knows the reason why a good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses, isn't it just a few sticks. For a guy with rough skin and thick flesh like him, Quan should give him a full body massage, and use his mental strength to fight, imagining the stick as Alma's slender and slender hands.

Seeing that he no longer resisted, the two prison guards walked towards Tang Fang and Churchill who had already put on their clothes.

One of them took off the remote control device from his belt, pressed the electric shock switch, and an electric current was released instantly from the ankle ring.

Churchill twitched and fell to the ground, grinning in pain. Tang Fang also pretended to be in pain. Crouched in the corner of the closet.

Howson saw the scene not far away from the gap between the thighs of the prison guards who were beating him, and the expression on his face became extremely strange, secretly thinking that Captain Tang's acting skills are really good.

If those idiot prison guards knew that the guy in the closet was a humanoid capacitor. I don't know what to think.

Churchill hugged the legs of the two prison guards exaggeratedly, crying bitterly and shouting: "I was wronged, I didn't kill anyone, I was framed..."

In the next second, the batons of two prison guards hit him hard on the back.

He screamed hard and hugged their thighs. Shouting "wrong" vigorously.

The sound floats through the glass windows into the starry night sky; through the door of the house. Resounding through the empty and silent corridor.

Howson felt that Churchill's acting skills were suitable for playing tricks, and there was only one movie suitable for him as the leading role.

For the first time, Tang Fang felt that it was not bad to get the two of them off the boat. First, it can invigorate the atmosphere, and second, it can be used as a meat shield to help resist stick attacks.

Veterans will definitely not be able to do this kind of "funny comparison"; Tang Lin may break these people's legs; He did it"; Bai Yue would tell them in Zhongzheng's peaceful voice: "Violence can conquer my body, but it can never destroy my soul... en,, tassadar!"

The prison guards beat for a while, and seeing Howson and Churchill calm down, the prison guard with the highest rank ordered three people to send the elder prison guard lying on the ground and the other two young prison guards to the infirmary.

He took the remaining 5 prison guards and 2 defense robots and continued to escort 3 people towards the cell.

Originally, these 3 people were imprisoned, and the number of death row inmates reached 51. They have already met the transportation conditions. After receiving the approval of the warden tomorrow morning, they can be escorted on the road and sent to the designated receiving place.

Such violent training methods are optional, and he once told his subordinates to try not to be troublesome, and he would send them on the road tomorrow anyway. Who would have thought that some people would not listen, and what kind of "bath punishment" was carried out, which resulted in such a thing, and the warden had to blame him again after he knew about it.

The special envoy of Prince Tulamon repeatedly told them to ensure the health of the death row prisoners. They are important medical resources and can bring more people a chance to live. If they die, it will be a huge waste.

It's a good thing now, but there are people who commit crimes against the wind, rely on the old to sell the old, and take his words as a deaf ear.

He didn't blame Tang Fang and the other three, but he was dissatisfied with the elder prison guards, and thought about filing a complaint in front of the warden, so that the old man who sold chrysanthemums could go home and retire.

A few minutes later, the group came to the death row, passed through numerous security facilities, and entered the innermost corridor.

On both sides are separate cells, with 2 people as a unit, where prisoners sentenced to death by Gypsy law are held.

Seeing them coming in, some whistled, some looked indifferent, some looked curious, and some wept bitterly, because when the sun rose again, they would usher in death.

The walls of the cell facing the corridor are made of transparent materials, and the sound insulation effect is quite good. You can see the rich facial expressions of the prisoners on death row, but you can't hear what they are yelling.

A few guys with swollen faces smashed on the glass door angrily, and Howson responded to their provocation with a sullen face and disdainful eyes.

His face was a little bruised from the beating just now, but he still showed a defiant look, which really made people laugh and cry, which made the corners of Churchill's mouth twitch, cursing him secretly that he forgot the pain when his scars healed, and he was born to be a troublemaker.

The prison guards escorted the three people to the end of the corridor, opened the door of the cell, and locked Howson and Churchill together, and Tang Fang was in one room. Then, the prison guard in charge gave them a few casual instructions, and then led them away.

Churchill immediately climbed onto the bed, touched the bruise on his back with his hands, and winked in pain.

Howson is much better, because those injuries are nothing to him.

"I was killed by you!"

"As if I hadn't been beaten."

"You are not human."

Howson knew that he was wrong, so he rarely retorted. He walked to the corner of the room and looked at the camera for 5 seconds, raised his middle finger, and greeted the eight generations of ancestors of the prison guards on duty across the room with his lips. Then he went to the corner of the pool to wash his face. By the way, I looked in the mirror and made sure that I was not disfigured, so I let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that the face opposite was still very charming.

At this moment, the light in the cell flickered several times, and when it was on again, there was a box of ointment on Churchill's bedside.

The two froze for a moment, then looked up to face each other.

Tang Fang nodded at them through the glass.

The boxer picked up the iron box, unscrewed the lid, picked out some ointment with his fingers, and evenly applied it to his best friend's wound.

Churchill said, "Thank you."

Howson blushed a little, and said arrogantly: "Thank you, maybe someday you will apply the ointment on me instead."

hiss...

The ointment was cool and crisp, and slightly relieved the burning pain on the back. Churchill said in a sharp voice: "Take it easy, it hurts me."

Howson's facial expression was strange.

It's a pity that the artilleryman couldn't see it. He was so tired that he just tilted his head and fell asleep.

Perhaps, he will have a sweet dream, and the theme of the dream may be "falling in love with that hand".

Tang Fang lay on the bed, looking at the silver-white ceiling, narrowing his eyes slightly. He was quite satisfied with the result, although the two guys had been beaten up, at least it would be better to rebuild the old one.

But... "It seems to be better to rebuild the old" is not the right word to use.

While thinking wildly, he fell into a deep sleep after taking a hot bath happily.

He was the only one in Tang Fang's cell, but the other bed had many folds, and the blanket was randomly thrown in the corner. It seemed that there should be another person there, or it would be more accurate to call him a cellmate.

What was strange was that it was completely dark outside, and the man hadn't come back yet, which didn't match the routine of the prison.

………(to be continued)