Huadu Agent

Chapter 609 Won Dignity

At night, Huo Pao had just fallen asleep in a daze. At this time, he felt people around him. When he opened his eyes, he saw a man with a bare butt facing him. Huo Pao was about to get up. Who took a quilt and covered his head all at once, and the cannon head was tightly covered, but he was still able to breathe weakly, so that he would not suffocate to death.

In the dark, Huo Pao felt that his hands and feet were being pressed tightly by someone, and he wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move at all. His arms and thighs were all firmly held down, and Huo Pao passed by, it must not be one or two people, But a bunch of people.

While sleeping, the group of people who beat the cannon came again. This time they played harder. While the cannon was sleeping, they caught the kid at once, and then covered the cannon's head tightly with the quilt, followed closely, A guy found an iron rod who didn't know where, and swung it towards the cannon.

Huo Pao roared in pain, but since his head was tightly covered by the quilt, no matter how much he yelled, no outsiders would hear him. Huo Pao felt a burning pain on his head and back , even enough to feel bruises on the body.

A few people beat the cannons to death, and the beating was almost done, so they stopped.

The quilt was removed, and several people swaggered to sleep. Cannon lay on the ground, curled up, feeling pain all over his body. The pain was unbearable, and he couldn't even move.

All night, he curled up on the cold ground without even moving. During the day, the prisoners in the prison were woken up and were going to work. Several people looked at the artillery and said with a smile: "Grass, just arrived It’s unbearable at this level, and in the future, you, the kid, will suffer, too.”

Although Huo Pao's body was injured, he still had to participate in the labor. A group of prisoners and prison cars were pulled closer to the construction site. It was a large stone factory. The stone was crushed, and then, the stone was carried in baskets and transported to the designated location.

The surrounding area of ​​the quarry was full of prison guards, all of whom were armed with live ammunition. Moreover, there were watchtowers all around. On the watchtowers, there were also prison guards, holding binoculars, observing every move in the construction site.

Of course, the main purpose of their observation was to prevent these prisoners from escaping. If there were small conflicts between prisoners in a group of factories, no one would take care of them.

Cannon was digging a big rock with a hammer. He felt his butt hurt when he tried so hard. When he lowered his head, his crotch started to bleed again.

It’s the third day of working on the construction site. On this day, the weather is clear, the artillery is still digging big rocks, and the buttocks still hurt, but they won’t be bleeding anymore. I think the wounds below are almost healed. I haven’t had a bowel movement in three days. Cannon couldn't hold it anymore and went to the toilet.

I asked for leave from the prison guards, and ran into the crude latrine in the quarry by myself. It was smelly inside, and there were white maggots wriggling in the latrine.

He squatted down, and the stench was suffocating. On the concrete floor, there were traces of urine everywhere, and there was even dried stool, on which maggots were gnawing.

Cannon exerted a little force, and it still hurt a little, but it was much better than the previous few days. Just as Cannon was squatting in the latrine, preparing to defecate, at this time, a group of prisoners ran in again, and one prisoner was holding a stick in his hand. , A stick was swung on the body of the cannon, the cannon was not squatting firmly, and even almost fell into the urinal next to it when it crooked.

A few prisoners rushed up and kicked the cannon. One of the cannon's legs had already hugged the latrine.

Cannon tightly hugged one of the men's thighs, thinking that if he went in, he would have to drag someone in, but the harder he hugged, the more viciously the other group of prisoners would beat him.

Huo Pao has a stubborn temper, and he hugged that person's thigh tightly. Even though his feet had sunk into the latrine, he still didn't let go of his hands when he opened the door. Huo Pao himself knew that if he let go now, his whole body would be injured. I have to fall into the shit hole, holding this person, I won't be stuffed by these people all over my body.

In fact, compared with falling into a shit pit, being beaten is more painful. Falling into a shit pit is nothing more than being covered with filth. Now being kicked to death by these people, he will never let go and compromise.

Surrounded by a group of people, he was beaten for a long time until the prison guards on the high tower saw the scene in the toilet (the latrine has no roof, so the prison guards on the high tower had already seen the fighting inside).

The prison guards used the walkie-talkie to notify the prison guards below and asked them to go to the toilet to stop them. When several prison guards ran into the toilet, the artillery's knees had already sunk into the latrine.

"Stop beating, stop beating, stop, go out, do what you should do," the prison guard came in and yelled.

When a group of prisoners saw the prison guards coming, they stopped beating and left angrily. Only the person whose thigh was hugged by the cannon was still standing there, unable to walk around. The cannon hugged him so tightly that no matter how he Kicked at Cannon's face, the Cannon's face was bruised and bloody, but Cannon still didn't let go. Until now, the other prisoners have been driven away, Cannon still hugged the man's thigh tightly, At this time, the cannon was already a bit unclear, and no one could stand being kicked in the face by a group of people for more than ten minutes.

"Fuck, let go," the person hugged by the thigh shouted while continuing to kick the cannon's head.

The prison guards walked in and looked at Huo Pao like this, and felt that this kid was treated quite badly. The prison guards were kind enough to drag Cano out from the latrine together. Huo Pao lay on the ground, panting heavily. He couldn't speak, his whole face was swollen like a pig's head, his lips were like two ham sausages hanging on his face.

Although Huo Pao looked very embarrassed at the time, it made several prison guards unable to laugh. It was too miserable, especially when Huo Pao coughed twice and spit out a back molar, the prison guards couldn't stand it anymore Well, one of the prison guards grabbed the boy who was hugged by the artillery, swung his baton at the face of the unlucky guy, swung it three times, blindfolded the boy, and fell beside the artillery, spitting blood , Huo Pao looked at this person with half-opened eyes, and smiled. Although he couldn't express it on his face, he smiled in his heart.

This is a triumphant smile. Although he was beaten badly for 10 minutes, he won his dignity.