farmer agent

Chapter 098 Sneak Attack

"Boom..."

"what……"

Seeing this, Song Xiaotian put his knee on Brother Biao's lower abdomen, and he fell down with a scream.

"Boom bang bang..."

"Ah ah ah..."

Song Xiaotian dodged left and right in the crowd again, only to hear screams again and again, with every punch, a big man fell to the ground, and with every kick, a big man flew into the air.

In less than ten seconds, everyone fell to the ground, including Wu Qiang. Of course, he was knocked down by others.

On the ground, all ten people were crying and howling, some were covering their crotch, some were covering their necks, some were covering their stomachs, and they made all kinds of movements.

As soon as Song Xiaotian saw the attitude of these people towards him just now, he knew that they must have bullied others a lot, so he didn't show mercy to them. Obviously, if he was a powerless person today, he would I am sure that I am definitely ten times worse than them at this moment. Needless to say, the chrysanthemum is definitely going to be disabled!

"Wu Qiang, are you okay?" Song Xiaotian pulled Wu Qiang up from the ground.

"God, Brother Tian!" Wu Qiang said with tears in his eyes, "Thank you!"

During this period of time, he was really bullied by them and couldn't bear it anymore. Every day, he had to obediently do what they asked him to do, and whenever anyone was unhappy, he would take it out on him.

If it wasn't for his good luck, he suffered from hemorrhoids during this period, or his chrysanthemum would have been exploded by them.

"Thank you, we are brothers!" Song Xiaotian smiled, looked at the big guys on the ground who were still screaming, and continued: "You don't want to take revenge?"

"I think so, so fucking thinking!" Wu Qiang wiped away his tears, walked over and began to stomp on the person lying on the ground.

"Grass mud horse, aren't you very arrogant?"

"Papapa..." There was a burst of stomping on the head.

"Grass mud horse, don't you want to date my sister?"

"Papapa..." There was a burst of stomping on the crotch.

"Grass mud horse, don't you want me to wash the dishes for you?"

"Grass mud horse, don't you always want to explode my chrysanthemum?"

……

Wu Qiang has been venting for nearly half an hour, and he stopped when he couldn't step on it anymore.

Song Xiaotian knew that he must be aggrieved, so he didn't stop him all the time, because he knew that these people were all rough and thick, and they would never kill them, and even if they did, he would not be afraid , he has plenty of ways to escape.

An hour later, something happened that Wu Qiang couldn't even dream of.

Wu Qiang and Song Xiaotian were lying on the Datong bunk in a big shape, five big men massaged Wu Qiang, and six big men massaged Song Xiaotian. In this scene, the policemen who were on duty upstairs were stunned.

Especially that guard Wu who was always worried about Song Xiaotian, he never imagined that this skinny young man would be such a perverted master.

He looked at the surveillance screen in disbelief, thought for a long time, and saw that he turned on the computer and called up Song Xiaotian's file.

Song Xiaotian, male, 17 years old, elementary school education, ordinary farmer, was arrested on suspicion of intentional injury and intentional homicide.

The file was very simple, but he never believed it to be true. He felt that there was definitely some shocking secret in this young man.

"Brother Tian, ​​your leg just now was too powerful. Is it Fengshen's leg or Tian's disabled leg? Why did I fly when you kicked over?" Brother Biao massaged Song Xiaotian with admiration.

"It's life-threatening chasing legs, I'll teach you all when I have time..." Song Xiaotian enjoyed the gentle massage of several big men, feeling extremely comfortable.

"Pa..." Wu Qiang slapped a big man across the face.

"Grass mud horse, can't you be gentle, the punch you punched me two days ago is still not healed!"

Wu Qiang touched a bruise on his chest and roared fiercely.

"Hey... yes, yes, Brother Qiang, it's all my fault, I'll take it easy, I'll take it easy!"

……

At nine o'clock in the evening, go to bed on time.

The guards in the monitoring room are watching, and Song Xiaotian and the others are no exception. It is already the twelfth lunar month, and the Chinese New Year is about 20 days away. The prison is well ventilated, and the whistling north wind keeps pouring into the prison.

Since coming to this prison for more than a month, Wu Qiang has never had a good night's sleep, because he has no quilt to cover him, only a thin blanket, but today is very different.

He and Song Xiaotian each made three beds and covered two beds. There were only five quilts for the eleven of them.

"Boss, let's kill them while they are asleep, I really can't swallow this breath!" Brother Biao whispered to the bearded leader.

"I don't think that kid is that simple. Maybe he's pretending to be asleep. If our sneak attack fails, we'll be in trouble again!" the bearded man touched his swollen head like a pig's head, feeling lingering fear.

His ability to resist blows is already very strong, but Song Xiaotian knocked out three of his teeth with one punch, and he fainted to the ground. He was stepped on dozens of feet by Wu Qiang before he woke up. At that time, the head has become a pig's head.

"Boss, let's wait a little longer!" Brother Biao also touched his own pig's head, shivering all over his body.

"Ok!"

three hours later.

"Boss, boss, it's bad, it's almost there?" Brother Biao continued in a low voice, "I'm really cold, I can't take it anymore, Ah Chi..."

"Hush..." the watchman whispered, "Hush your voice!"

"Boss, I can't stand the cold anymore. If we don't do anything, I'll die from the cold!" Brother Biao trembled all over.

"Go to greet the other brothers, we will cover them with the quilt, and then we will rush over together, mainly the kid, Wu Qiang ignores him, just leave someone to clean him up!" The officer on duty ordered in a low voice.

"Yeah!" Brother Biao nodded, and began to send messages to the people sleeping behind him one by one.

"Shhhhh..."

At this moment, they felt a few quilts suddenly flying in the sky, covering them all at once.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Ah ah ah..."

After a shrill scream, the prison fell into a long silence.

"F*ck, I still want to make a sneak attack!" Song Xiaotian clapped his hands, turned around and fell asleep.

After a while, Wu Qiang began to tremble uncontrollably, and Song Xiaotian did the same. Immediately afterwards, the two of them began to foam at the mouth.

"Beep..."

"Discipline, help!" Song Xiaotian rang the alarm in the cell, and fell down after saying this.

"Hurry up, notify the infirmary, and hurry to Dong'cang to save people!"

If someone is killed in a fight, the prisoner will be responsible. If someone dies for other reasons, the detention center will be responsible. This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed to happen.

Not long after, seven or eight guards arrived at Dong'cang with a few medical staff, and soon carried Song Xiaotian and Wu Qiang into the ambulance, and drove towards the nearest hospital. ,