Love on campus: the protector of beauties

"That's not necessarily the case. I'll admit the witness. What's the physical evidence? Do you have any evidence that I killed the man?" The black T-shirt had its legs crossed and kept shaking. There are so many.

"Fuck! How dare you deny it? That pistol is yours, right? Check the bullet marks and everything will come out. I said you are also a master who pees standing up. If you open your eyes and tell nonsense, you won't blush!" Fatty Zhou Pointing at the nose of the black T-shirt, he cursed loudly.I have seen a shameless master, but I have never seen such a shameless one. He is so thick-skinned that he can apply for the "Gillis Record".

"Haha, so what if you identified the bullet marks? Who can say that the gun is mine? Are there any fingerprints on it? Who can say that I killed that person?" The black T-shirt decided a reason anyway, and killed him. Anyway, I don't admit it, can you bite my egg?

"Keo-damn! That little girl saw it with her own eyes, you bastard, dare to deny it. Let me tell you, our ZC has always been lenient in confession and strict in resistance. You can continue to deny it to the death. At that time, even if you don’t admit it, after the trial, you will still be sent to the execution ground to eat “peanuts.” Fatty Zhou sat aside, smoked a cigarette angrily, and started smoking hard.

The expression on the face of the black t-shirt became very strange, the eyes of the whole person rolled, and the expression on the face was also gloomy and uncertain.Finally, he looked at Fatty Zhou in front of him, smiled and said, "I'm going to call my lawyer! Is this permitted by law?"

Fatty Zhou and his colleagues around looked at each other, and the last few nodded.He turned his head and greeted a note beside him, "You, take him over to make a call. Watch him carefully, don't let this guy play any tricks."

"Yes, Team Zhou." The guy agreed, uncuffed the black T-shirt, and led him to the communication room.

There is a time limit for calling in the office.However, the black t-shirt was very capable. When he walked to the communication room, he pointed at his own note, winked, and said flatteringly: "Hey, buddy! Can you help me loosen the handcuffs? I'll wait." It’s not easy to make a phone call!”

"Don't mind, this is not in compliance with the rules. What should I do if you let go of your handcuffs and "click" me too? Tell me the phone number and call me." The note was still a little scared.What if the handcuffs are released, this guy breaks out of prison and does himself too?

"Hey, this is your territory, how dare I mess around? Besides, your skills are not good, how can I play well?" The black T-shirt looked around, and then listened to it. He whispered in his ear: "I'll just make a private call, it may take a little longer. Dude, it's just a phone call, it doesn't matter much; by the way, I have something in this bag to honor your old man."

The guy looked around, and finally reached out and touched the guy's pants bag.He took it out and saw a stack of old people's heads in red. Finally, he nodded, and unknowingly and unknowingly resorted to the "big shift of the universe" and put the money in his pocket.With a short mouth and soft hands, the man uncuffed the black T-shirt, then looked at the time and said, "Up to 10 minutes! You can fight yourself."