I killed the film and television world

Chapter 8: The Fuse, Sha Po Lang, The Raging Case
A month of rest passed in a flash.

Song Ren had been preparing for a long time and had almost filled the three cubic meters of storage space.

In terms of weapons, there is a Glock pistol with a full magazine and black and gold brass knuckles.

He also purchased an 80-pound top-of-the-line compound bow, and paired it with ten special carbon arrows with Mitsubishi blades.

In some ways, it is even more terrifying than a rifle.

Especially in terms of stability and concealment, it is stronger.

In addition, three cans of anti-wolf spray are also provided.

This stuff is quite useful. Even the most powerful person will be stunned for a moment if he is caught off guard by the spray.

It is almost a common item among riot police abroad.

In addition to these things, Song Ren also prepared several bottles of drinking water and a certain amount of compressed biscuits in case of special situations.

These items basically fill up the storage space.

[The second round of wishing missions has begun, and the three movies "Flash Point", "SPL" and "The Wrath of Time" have been successfully integrated]

【Wisher:

The late undercover agent A-Ren——

Wang Bao, the leader of Zhongyixin, beat me severely and ordered his men to shoot me to death. I will not let these bastards go even if I become a ghost! 】

[If there is a chance, I would also like to make Inspector Chen Guozhong and his men pay a price. They clearly promised to keep me safe, but they simply couldn't do it! ]

[A bunch of bastards who act impulsively and make random promises! ]

[Aren's wish: Punish those bastards who hurt me. ]

"..."

Song Ren's eyebrows sank when he saw this. Three movies merged?!

The next moment, the scene in his eyes suddenly turned black. When he raised his eyelids again, a small piece of unfamiliar identity memory had already merged into his mind.

His current identity is the undercover agent who infiltrated Wang Bao's team in the movie SPL.

But at this stage, he has not been able to successfully infiltrate the enemy camp.

According to the arrangement of his boss Chen Guozhong, he will be sentenced to six months in Stanley Prison for robbery and intentional injury.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he approached one of Wang Bao's most capable subordinates in prison——

Aji, the killer of Zhong Yixin.

Find a way to infiltrate Wang Bao's interest group.

This is how things were arranged, but the description of this period in the movie was simply condensed into the words "three years later".

So Song Ren had no idea what exactly happened.

What’s more, now that it’s a fusion of three movies, he’s a little unsure about the direction things are going.

However, considering the ambiguity of this mission, Song Ren decided to let things take their course and take things one step at a time.

……

Stanley Prison
Song Ren was wearing a brown-gray prison uniform with a small sign with his prisoner number hanging in front of him.

Under the supervision of two prison guards, we came to a large room.

The large prison cell is for eight people, with bunk beds.

When Song Ren came in, all the prisoners who were chatting in the cell looked over.

He looked him up and down with unscrupulous eyes, as if he were looking at an object.

The prison guard pushed Song Ren in and warned him, "New guys are here, you all should behave yourself and don't cause any trouble for me, or I will lock you all up in the dark room.

Did you hear me! "

The prisoners had long been accustomed to the guards' attitude, and responded with a smile:
"Yes, sir."

"I heard you, sir. We are all good people. Hahahaha."

"We will take good care of the younger generation."

The guard's face darkened, but he didn't say anything. He just muttered, "It's better this way. Damn it, they are all a bunch of social scum, damn parasites."

Inside the cell, on the innermost bed board, a crew-cut young man with cold eyes stared at the prison guard's back and gave him a deep look.

The middle-aged man sitting next to him patted his shoulder and said, "Hey, Ao, what are you looking at?"

Qiu Gangao retracted his gaze and smiled simply: "Nothing, Brother Gui."

The middle-aged man was nicknamed Ghost. He also had some brothers in Stanley Prison, but they were not assigned to the same cell.

Meng Gui takes great care of Qiu Gangao, who has excellent martial arts skills but has always been targeted by many prisoners in the prison, and wants to recruit him.

The ghost suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Be careful when you take a shower at night. A little brother told me that there are a few gangsters in cell 372 who are ready to take advantage of you."

Qiu Gangao frowned. It had been three years since he went from being a rising star in the police force to being thrown into prison for accidentally killing someone.

Almost every day, the prisoners in the prison who had been arrested by him, or the prisoners' bosses or subordinates, would come to his door.

It is true that he is a good fighter, but two fists are no match for four hands, not to mention that he has to guard against too many unexpected sneak attacks.

Over the past three years, Qiu Gangao has been covered in bruises all over his body. The worst time was when he had to recuperate in the infirmary for a month before he could get out of bed and move around.

Now that he is not far from being released from prison, he does not want to cause trouble, but this trouble keeps coming to him.

Qiu Gangao's eyes were full of coldness.

Bang! ! !
Suddenly, a dull knocking sound awakened Qiu Gangao from his thoughts, and he looked up at the door of the cell.

The new prisoner was calmly looking at the fat dog that was kneeling at his feet, holding his stomach and retching.

Fat Dog is a repeat offender. Stanley Prison is like his home and he is used to it. Therefore, he is very popular in the prison. It is almost a routine for him to bully new prisoners who have no background.

But this time, it seemed like we had hit a tough nut.

The fat dog held his stomach and coughed until saliva was all over the floor. He then raised his head and hissed, "What are you all doing sitting there? Just pretending. Kill him!!!"

In the eight-person cell, except Meng Gui and Qiu Gangao, the other four prisoners rushed up at the same time.

Song Ren closed the door of the cell and kicked the kneeling fat dog out.

He turned his head to avoid the oncoming straight punch, hooked the back of the man's head, and then used his backhand to hit the fist of another man.

The narrow cell was not suitable for large movements, but it was also not suitable for group fights.

After the two prisoners fell, the people behind them rushed forward.

As a result, Song Ren twisted his waist and hips, so that his body and thighs formed a straight line, and kicked the man in the abdomen with a side kick.

He kicked the man straight down onto the bed, and his head hit the wall hard. Stars appeared in his eyes and he was very dazed.

Song Ren rushed forward, jumped over the fallen person, and threw a flying knee in the air, hitting the nose of the last person who rushed up.

Bright red blood suddenly spurted out of his nose, and he covered his face and gasped in pain.

The man behind him had already stood firm and was rushing towards him. Song Ren saw him out of the corner of his eye, stepped back half a step, and ducked to avoid the punch.

He grabbed the opponent's arm that was across his shoulders with both hands, pushed his shoulder forward, and kicked his foot to knock the opponent's lower body away.

With a sudden and clean shoulder throw, he knocked another prisoner who had just stood up to the ground again.

At the same time, Fatty finally recovered, his eyes red.

He suddenly opened his bed, pulled out a small plastic hammer that he had hidden from underneath for a long time and secretly brought back from work, and smashed it directly on Song Ren's head.

Song Ren glanced around and grabbed the other person's wrist with his backhand.

The other hand moved up from bottom to top and suddenly grabbed the fat dog's jaw.

The five fingers twisted like iron pliers, digging into the opponent's jawbone on the side of the face, digging sideways.

There was a click.

The fat dog's jaw was dislocated. He opened his mouth and couldn't utter any complete words. Instead, saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Song Ren smiled and patted Fatty's frightened face: "What? Do you want me to stick my butt up to welcome you?"

There was pain on the fat dog's face. He took two steps back in fear and sat down on the bed.

Qiu Gangao and Meng Gui, who were at the innermost part of the cell, couldn't help but stretch their necks, staring in a daze.

The ghost was stunned and muttered: "Is this guy here to make a movie?"

Qiu Gangao was also a little surprised. The skills of this new guy were so good that it was a bit exaggerated!
(End of this chapter)