Violators Club

Chapter 77 Crazy Gandhi

Chapter 76 Mad Gandhi
Gandhi crazy? !
The news spread throughout the labor camp in just half a day, and then it seemed like a virus spread. In just a few days, most people in Tsim Sha Tsui knew the news that Gandhi had gone crazy.

There were even quite a few paparazzi who wanted money and went crazy, and went to the police station specifically to interview Gandhi about going crazy.

Gandhi was arrested before, although it was a sensation,
But the paparazzi dare not report it because they are afraid of death.

They don't care about hyping celebrity gossip or anything, at most they will be beaten up, and if they are clever enough, they can even increase their popularity.

But if you provoke these big guys?
Get to know the gasoline barrels. After burning to death, pour cement and throw them into the sea. They will not be discovered for 80 or [-] years.

Not to mention the 90s, even 30 or [-] years later.

Looking around the world, this kind of thing can happen.

You must know that on the dark web, even people can buy and sell at will, which shows how crazy this world is.

However, it is worth noting that the people who are now chasing reports are the paparazzi of the third-rate tabloids. The really powerful paparazzi will not enter the stage so early. After all, Gandhi is also a top boss.

Besides, who can guarantee that Gandhi is really crazy?

And in the Jiansha Forced Labor Camp, the playground where the prisoners are released.

Seven or eight gangsters in prison uniforms got together, and in front of them was a demented Gandhi with disheveled hair.

Compared with the arrogant and domineering appearance before, Gandhi at this moment looks down and out.

He squatted on the ground, staring blankly at the front, with a trace of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Coincidentally, among those people playing around with Gandhi, it happened to be the shrewd little brother who offered to bring food and water to Gandhi a few days ago.

Looking at Gandhi who was squatting on the ground, there was a hint of mockery in the younger brother's eyes.

He kicked Gandhi to the ground, then took it out of his pocket, and shook it in front of Gandhi:

"Hey, silly dog, look what this is."

There was a flash of light in the sluggish eyes, and a smirk appeared on Gandhi's face. He raised his dirty hand:
"Hey, eat, it's delicious."

The younger brother was amused. He teased Gandhi. Whenever Gandhi wanted to get up to take it, he kicked Gandhi down. He repeated this about a dozen times. Gandhi’s clothes were covered with shoe prints. Throw it out:
"I know silly dog ​​that you like to eat, here it is."

On the other hand, Gandhi, at this moment, is really like a dog, rushing out even rolling and crawling, picked up the ground, and let out a "giggle" laugh.

This made the little brother couldn't help being amused, and the arrogant and complacent laughter was particularly obvious in the crowd.

Not far from Gandhi, looking at the crazy Gandhi, a prisoner basking in the sun couldn't help but frown, his eyes flashed with disgust and disgust:
"I rely on."

But the younger brother didn't care, and instead rolled his eyes: "Is there any connection with this horse rider?"

The prisoner shook his head, with a bit of trouble in his eyes:

"Have you eaten?"

The younger brother froze for a moment, scratched his head, and asked with a puzzled expression:

"No, what's wrong?"

The prisoner glanced at Gandhi, seemed to think of something, and quickly took two steps aside:
"I've eaten it. If you eat too much of it, you'll have diarrhea."

The younger brother's face changed, he seemed to understand the reason for the opponent's retreat, he rushed over quickly, trying to snatch it from Gandhi:

"Damn it, don't eat it, you stupid dog."

Gandhi ignored it. At this moment, he was like a wild dog protecting food, screaming with his teeth and claws:

"Aww~ I, I want to eat, I want to eat."

I don't know if it's because of my good physique, or because my strength has increased after going crazy.

The younger brother in his twenties, he just didn't grab the 50-year-old Gandhi, but was ripped off by Gandhi.

Seeing the faces of the other prisoners around watching the excitement, the younger brother couldn't help being anxious. While tearing his pants with Gandhi, he cursed angrily:
"Don't watch the show, you guys are rushing to the street, he wants to pull his pants, and we will wash him for him."

Hearing what the younger brother said, the other prisoners around reacted.

Washing underwear, washing socks, this is definitely the most disgusting job in prison.

Because of labor reform, coupled with the strong secretion of men, coupled with the humid and hot Xiangjiang, the smell of underwear and socks should not be too sour.

Gandhi is now insane, and it is certainly impossible for him to do his own laundry.

But the problem is that Gandhi will definitely leave, he can't stay here, so his clothes must be washed by these prisoners around him, and think of Gandhi's prison uniform with pants pulled?
The few prisoners watching the theater couldn't help being anxious.

They rushed up one after another, trying to snatch it from Gandhi.

But it's strange to say that seven or eight of them couldn't get out of Gandhi's hands. Looking at Gandhi who was hiding in his arms, the angry prisoners couldn't help but look fierce.

Fortunately, in the next second, a majestic reprimand sounded from outside the playground:
"What are you doing! You are rushing to the street, everyone wants to rebel!"

Seeing the prison guard approaching in stride, the younger brother immediately stood at attention: "Sir, it's like this..."

But before he finished speaking, the middle-aged policeman took out his baton and hit the younger brother in the stomach: "Did I let you talk!"

The baton is very heavy. Although it is covered with a layer of rubber on the outside, it is a solid iron rod inside.

People who don't know how to use a baton can even break people's bones with this thing.

As soon as the stick fell, the little brother's face turned pale from the pain in an instant, and he squatted on the ground for a long time without being able to catch his breath.

And the little policeman who came with the middle-aged policeman couldn't help but frown when he saw Gandhi lying on the ground and smirking at him. He took out a summons from his pocket, with a somewhat tangled expression:

"Master, he seems to be crazy, what should we do with this subpoena?"

Turning his head to look at Gandhi, the middle-aged policeman couldn't help but feel a headache, he waved his hand:
"Forget it, let's talk about it later."

Then he turned his head and stared at the prisoners around him, waved the baton in his hand, and threatened with fierce eyes: "You guys, don't say I didn't warn you, Gandhi will go to court in two days, if something happens to him and he can't go, See if I can peel off your skin!"

As the elders here, the prison guards knew very well what these prisoners had done after Gandhi went mad.

Laws and prisons are different.

The meaning of the law is to restrain good people so that they dare not commit crimes and can only be good people.

But the prison is different. The meaning of the prison is to reform bad people and make them good people who dare not commit crimes.

The middle-aged policeman knew that the prisoners were humiliating Gandhi, and that he was humiliating a lunatic, but look at it another way?

This is also Gandhi he deserves it!

Not to mention anything else, how many wives and wives are separated every year because of the goods transported by Gandhi?
Now that the law has changed, it is not too much to change to a person like this in ancient times!

So on weekdays, he just turned a blind eye and closed his eyes.

But one thing, as a member of the prison guards, he must ensure that Gandhi is sent to court normally!

A prisoner next to him understood what the middle-aged policeman meant, and he nodded quickly, with a bowed appearance:

"Don't worry sir, we promise to take good care of him."

Glaring at the other party fiercely, the middle-aged policeman withdrew his baton, and he snorted coldly:
"It's good to know what's in your heart!"

However, the next moment, a sudden change occurred.

No one expected that the crazy Gandhi suddenly jumped up at this moment. He snatched the court summons from the little policeman. Catch Gandhi:

"Hey, my subpoena."

But at this moment, Gandhi was already crazy. Holding a court summons in his hand, he was running on the playground with a smirk on his face.

But unlike before, no one went after Gandhi this time.

Because from Gandhi's ass, there was a yellow-brown, foul-smelling liquid spraying out.

Smelling the stench, the little policeman felt bad all over. He covered his mouth and nose, looking like he wanted to vomit but didn't want to vomit.

The middle-aged policeman next to him was also disgusted, but looking at Gandhi who was already crazy?
The middle-aged policeman shook his head, resisting the urge to vomit, and waved to the little policeman next to him:

"Forget it, he's gone crazy, let's do this first, at worst, go back and start a new one."

(End of this chapter)