The Cold President's Best Master

After a large row of buildings, Lu Chong and others came to a large open space, behind which the prisoners lived.

In that open space, thousands of prisoners lie prone, and many prison guards guard around the open space with live guns.

A prison head came forward and reported to the warden Du zitenghui: "Warden, the location of the incident is District 13, where foreigners are detained. Three black people from Africa and two white people from moldy country took part. In addition, several Brown people from India joined in. They also colluded with some people in District 12. Now there are more than 40 people mixed together. They have caught our six jailers! Their hands There is also a pistol in it. I don't know what channel it came in through! Fortunately, you found it in time. We rushed out and forced them to the 13th District, so the situation didn't expand. "

Hearing that six jailers had been arrested, Du Ziteng tightened his heart and hurriedly asked, "how about the six brothers?"

The prison head hurriedly replied, "four of them are all right. Two brothers were injured. One was shot in the leg and the other was injured in the arm. The criminals asked us to let them go, or they would kill the six brothers and other prisoners in the 13th district."

Hearing this, Du Ziteng burst out in a cold sweat. He never thought that although he strengthened his patrol and manpower, what happened was even more serious than the last time. Without Lu Chong's timely reminder, he would not only cut off his future, but also be more likely to change from being in charge of prison to being in prison.

He couldn't help scolding angrily: "lying in the trough and stepping on the horse, it must be some bastard who took advantage of it that would indulge the foreigners in the 13th district and let the gun in!"

When Du Ziteng arrived at this time, he was in a hurry and begged, "Mr. Lu, you must help me. If you don't help me, I'll be finished!"

Lu Chong said calmly, "don't worry. Now take me to the 13th District immediately!"

Du Ziteng hurriedly walked in front: "Mr. Lu, this way, please!"

They walked quickly to the 13th district. There were many prison guards standing around. The prison guards on the watchtower were pointing guns at the 13th district.

A Chinese faced man poked his head from the second floor of District 13 and shouted arrogantly: "Fuck NIMA, you cops, don't point a gun at me. If you point a gun at me, I'll shoot your people! Where's your head? Come out to me! I want to talk to your head! Grass mud horse, I decided to escape at night. I didn't expect that bastard would frighten me by pulling the alarm, and it would reveal all his fucking secrets It's too late. "

Just when the man shouted wildly, Lu Chong and others came to the front of District 13.

Du Ziteng whispered, "Mr. Lu, it's up to you now!"

All the jailers who followed Du Ziteng looked strange. They didn't know what Lu Chong could do. They always felt that Du Ziteng seemed crazy today. He even let two outsiders in when such a big thing happened in the prison.

The look of the jailers next to them was very complicated. They knew that if the matter was not handled properly, all of them would suffer.

However, some prison guards are not Du Ziteng's people, but Du Ziteng's political enemies here. They all look at Du Ziteng with gloating eyes, because Du Ziteng, as the warden, is sure to be dismissed, and their backstage may replace Du Ziteng.

Su Yuanyuan had no fear in the face of such a situation. Instead, she opened her big black eyes and looked at Lu Chong with expectation. She wanted to know what method Lu Chong would use to solve the current dilemma.

At this point, Lu Chong widened his eyes and activated another of his abilities, clairvoyant eye.

This thirteen district is different from other prison districts. The prison house here is relatively small. It is not a room for more than a dozen other people, but a room for two people. This bad habit of foreign adults being superior to others has probably been inherited from the Qing Dynasty. It is still so until now. Even criminal foreigners live much more comfortable.

All the monitoring equipment here has been damaged, so the prison guards outside can't see what's inside.

However, Lu Chong's perspective eyes peered through the wall and saw that on the second floor, there were more than 40 people scattered in several prison buildings. In one of the large prison buildings, six prison guards were surrounded. Four were being beaten by prisoners with broken heads and blood. Two were lying on the ground. One of the prison guards' pants was stained with blood and the other's arms were fresh The blood was red, and the two lost a little more blood. They all lay there dying and couldn't move.

In the other cell, eight men stood there whispering about something.

Far away, no one could hear what they were talking about, but Lu Chong could hear very well. He vaguely heard what they were talking about.

A Chinese man with a national character face, in his forties, with a gun in his hand and a gloomy look, was whispering to others: "this prison break failed and was surrounded by cops. Who of you has a way?"

Someone said helplessly, "boss, I can't think of a way."

A man with sharp noses rolled his eyes and said: "Boss, otherwise, we all deny that we are a prison break. We say that our purpose this time is just to protest against the poor food in the prison, the rough management of prison guards, and the increasingly influential human rights in the West. Some public opinion says that we want to abolish the reform through labor system, so we will make things big and disturb the media, and then we can wash the charges of prison break."

The national character asked, "what about the jailers? They were hurt. What about the gun?"

The thin monkey like man said, "plant it to those foreigners, especially those blacks. Some giant rats and moths are fucking terrible. They treat foreign prisoners much better than us, and the sentence is much lighter. Those blacks also know that they are absolutely willing to take the blame as long as we promise them benefits!"

The national character's face thought for a moment and said, "that's it. Call back the evil pen that is shouting and change it into a more calm one!"

The arrogant lengtouqing who just shouted to the jailer outside the window was handed back, and the contact between the jailer outside and the prisoner inside was temporarily interrupted.

Lu Chong looked at the situation on the third floor again. There were two prisoners with Chinese faces, holding the jailer's electric baton in their hands, guarding outside a cell. The doors of those cells were locked, and almost all of them were foreign prisoners.

The thirteen districts are now in a dead silence.

Hundreds of prison guards were scattered in all directions and surrounded the 13th district. Some people stood beside Lu Chong and Du Ziteng, waiting for their orders.

Du Ziteng was more and more anxious now. Seeing Lu Chong standing there looking hard, he hurriedly asked, "Mr. Lu, can you see the situation inside and what it looks like inside? Can you solve it?"