Flamingo

When Zhong Tianzheng gathered the rest of the people in the cell, ready to eat the cigarette plate in the prison, and at least take a big bite, Song Zijun began to figure out the root of his current life and life, which was different from ordinary people

“Moon Killing Law”.

Although this method is mainly based on illusion, there are also methods for tempering the body.

Different from the conventional sense, which focuses on strength-based tempering, the “Moon Killing Method” pays more attention to comprehensive and balanced strengthening.

If there is no body that is both rigid and soft, sharp and violent, the power of the “Moon Killing Method” will also be greatly reduced.

At present, he naturally can’t use the methods that require elaborate and cost a lot of auxiliary exercise materials.

Then you can only use the maximum way of exercise.

“Hard Qigong”.

As long as there is enough food and nutrition, you can practice hard exercises at any time.

And as long as he cultivates hard qigong to the point that his skin is like cowhide, the major muscle groups in his body are in a relaxed state, and he is almost one or two fingers thick, and he can almost cultivate the “Moon Killing Method” to the level of the first layer of “Moon Halo”.

The realm of this layer is to be able to confuse people’s eyes anytime and anywhere in battle, as long as there are no legendary skills such as “intuition” and “listening position”, then killing people is really the same as killing chickens.

His current muscles are still far behind, and at most, he can only barely reach the thickness of more than half a finger under the impetus of that inexplicable control over his body.

It just so happens that his body has been having a great appetite recently because of the reward, which has made it a lot easier for him.

As for whether the canteen meals are nutritious enough….

The quality is not enough, the quantity is to make up.

“In the future, when I eat in the cafeteria every day, I will be assigned a few people to serve.”

“Ah Zheng, how to arrange it will be left to you, people must find love clean.”

Song Zijun suddenly said.

“Okay, boss.”

From the time those people with a community background left, to the time when Song Zijun arrived at the cell alone and he was not transferred, Zhong Tianzheng knew that he should take sides—at least not so obviously.

And from the time Song Zijun decided to support him and let him give him cigarette money, so that he could help his son and family in prison, he did not have any hesitation.

Therefore, for Song Zijun’s request to “show his majesty”, he is naturally even more happy to see it.

However, on that day, he knew that the reason why his boss wanted to be served was not to show any prestige.

Restaurant.

On a long dining table, plates and bowls are stacked high, and behind that, there is a constant sound of gulping and biting food.

“Snap!”

One hand grasped the dinner plate, and the light and skillful empty dinner plate was placed on the pile of dinner plates.

“Shhh! It’s all the fifteenth plate! ”

“Is this guy still human?”

“The nickname is really not wrong, isn’t this eating the same as a tiger?”

As soon as possible, this scene has been seen for less than half an hour, but the group of prisoners are still stunned.

Not only the prisoners, but even the guards were a little dumbfounded.

At the edge of a long table that catches the attention of the whole restaurant.

A few prisoners carefully plucked eggs and used chopsticks to pick up uneatable ingredients such as peppercorns and ginger, and then sent the peeled eggshells and vegetables to the back of the long table.

Every time at this time, the sound behind it will be noticeably faster.

“No wonder the white tiger boss is so capable of fighting.”

Some of the prisoners whispered with a look of abruptness.

This kind of meal, they really have only heard of in those novels, and those who can eat, naturally each of them is an arrogant soldier, more powerful than others.

This meal, Song Zijun was in the limelight again, and invisibly, he also plated a layer of “fierce general” aura on his body.

Until an hour later, Song Zijun, who chewed until his face was sour, finally waved his hand and signaled that he had eaten.

In the restaurant, there was a long exhalation for a while.

If you want to eat it again, these people will wonder if Song Zijun is a monster.

“It’s time to let the wind go, everyone is out.”

Just after he had eaten, the shrill horn sounded, which made a group of prisoners excited.

Every day after lunch, prisoners have two hours to let loose.

This is the prisoner’s favorite time.

Of course, it is also when the prison is relatively tightest.

Many things often occur in this time period.

In the large playground, prison guards are on guard all around, and occasionally some patrolling prison guards patrol the playground.

As for the prisoners, some played basketball, some padded chairs, and played chess-shaped balls in the shape of chess pieces on plates with round holes in the corners of the chairs.

This kind of game according to certain rules, using the pole to hit all the balls into the round hole first, the victory is called recreation ball, which is a kind of small billiards.

And some who have no interest in these and cannot gamble on the playground are walking and chatting, some take off their shirts and lie on the ground to bask in the sun.

Soon, the group of prisoners separated on the playground.

Song Zijun, who was not interested in all this, came to the top of the shelf with three stairs for spectators to ride on the edge of the playground, which is usually used for spectators.

While breathing in a regular rhythm between his mouth and nose, he secretly looked at whether there were any “people” he knew here, so as to make sure that there were no other filmmakers to mess in, and condescendingly observe whether Zhong Tianzheng’s “selling cigarettes” plan could work.

Without waiting for him to look at it for long, a prisoner who was smiling and bending down to rub his hands towards him made him take his attention away from Zhong Tianzheng’s body slightly.

“Is something going on?”

Feeling that the other party was Song Zijun, who was coming to join him, he was secretly pleased with his charm, but a faint sense of indifference appeared on the surface.

Style, the style of a master must not be lost.

“Black earth and white clouds.”

With a flattering smile, he nodded and bowed, as if he was saying flattering words, but his mouth was saying something inexplicable.

“…… Song Dandan? Brother, own people? ”

Song Zijun was first stunned, and then looked at the person with a shocked gaze, tentatively.

If he remembers correctly, the classic sketches performed by Zhao Benshan and Song Dandan are completely impossible to have in this era, right?

So he’s not the only one who crosses?

“Song Dandan?”

The person who came was stunned, and his expression suddenly became confused.

“Brother Jun, although I have seen your photos, do you also have to say the cut?” After hesitating for a while, it was difficult.

As soon as these words came out, Song Zijun suddenly became embarrassed.

Maybe it was too much to eat, coupled with the warm sun, his brain reaction was much slower, but for a while, he didn’t think about this matter.

Of course, this may also have something to do with his failure to take this matter to heart.

“The clouds are worth ten thousand gold, and righteousness is better than the clouds.”

As soon as Song Zijun’s words came out, the person who was embarrassed to stand there immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

“Brother Jun, Brother Chen asked me to tell you, if there is a need in it, just give it to him.”

“When someone visits you, you tell Brother Chen that I am grateful to him.”

After knowing that the person who came was not a traverser, Song Zijun, who was relieved in his heart, nodded.

During the holidays outside the police academy, he did not wander around indiscriminately, and it was only a serious matter to seize the opportunity to contact Han Chen on a single line.

Otherwise, he, the “undercover agent who lies in the police”, will somehow be given to Stanley, and the devil knows what Han Chen, the old boy, will do.

If you feel that he has no use value, and you are worried that he will destroy his “big plan” and destroy his mouth, then it will be embarrassing at that time.

Therefore, Song Zijun, who did not want to tear his face with the other party, and also had the intention to use the other party’s forces to quickly promote and make meritorious achievements, told Han Chen the fact that he was selected to be “undercover”.

Except that he really wants to be a police officer.

This made Han Chen more satisfied with Song Zijun, and also valued it more.

After all, this kind of undercover agent of his own people, can do things, can operate the means are too much.

The most shallow, exploded two more enemy black materials to Song Zijun, Huang Zhicheng that guy still bite hard?

No, right now, Han Chen will “send” a little brother to sell it.

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