"Crunch~Crunch~"
In the dark and narrow corridor of the prison, several petty criminals worked together to push a wooden cart and distributed dinner to the prisoners under the supervision of patrol officers. One of them kept shouting at the top of his lungs.
"It's time to eat, get in line."
The cell, which was originally like a pool of stagnant water, finally came alive again at this moment when it heard this voice. The cell leader stood at the door of the cell without hesitation and looked fiercely at the person who tried to jump in line.
Then they gathered the distributed food together and distributed it according to the so-called levels. If they met anyone who didn't like it, they would just skip it or throw the food into the toilet.
In the face of oppression, ordinary prisoners dare not speak out, because this hellish place only distributes meals once a day. If you miss it, you have to wait until the next day. If you go hungry for several days in a row, you will have problems.
As we all know, the source of power is the redistribution of wealth. When freedom is deprived, food equals wealth. Prison leaders use control of food to maintain their rule over other people.
The patrol is happy to see this happen. There are so many prisoners who need someone to maintain order, and they can also show some respect. This is the biological chain in the prison, where the big fish eats the small fish and the small fish eats the shrimp.
In the women's cell.
Yi Zhi Hua held the half-open door with her left hand, and handed the wooden basin out of the iron window with her right hand. She lazily asked: "What are you going to eat tonight? I got the new one for her, so I filled it up quickly."
"Porridge, pickles."
The prisoner who served the meal was also a gangster from the Cao Gang. When he heard the other party's question, he quickly replied in a low voice. He slowly lifted the spoon against the side and fished out a portion of thick porridge from the crystal clear porridge bucket.
Then he took out a small package from his pocket and handed it to Yi Zhihua. The patrol policeman next to him pretended not to see this scene and turned his head calmly. It is better to do less than to do more.
Looking at the half-open door again, she saw that she had not had a drop of water since she was locked in in the morning. Now that she saw the porridge water that she usually disdained, her stomach drummed unsatisfactorily and she licked her lips unconsciously.
"Ha ha."
Yi Zhihua picked her chin with her fingers and said with a very proud expression: "My sister's skills are good. I'll make you full later and then give me a back rub at night. It will be your benefit then."
"Yes, eldest sister."
With the door ajar, he skillfully leaned into the other person's arms. He was eating this bowl of rice. It was the same for men and women. It was cost-effective to fill up his stomach with a small loss. It was better than starving to death here.
At this time, several patrolmen walked in from outside. When they looked at the ugly woman squatting next to the toilet, they all sneered. One of them even put his hands on his waist and said pitifully.
"MD, aren't you very arrogant outside? Why are you so weak now? I'll deal with you after the trial tomorrow. Yi Zhihua, give me a good reception at night and let her know what the rules are."
"Sir, please rest assured. I can't bear to see this ugly woman. I'm going to let her starve for three to five days. I'll do it myself tonight and keep her until she wants to live or die."
A flattering smile appeared on Yi Zhihua's plump face. Here, no one has to give face, but the other party's face must be given. It is too easy for people to find trouble with a prisoner.
·After receiving a positive answer, the patrolman left with satisfaction. The prisoners in the women's prison also tacitly stayed away from the toilet, for fear that a fight would later cause disaster to the fish in the pond, and they could not join in the excitement.
Time passed by.
The footsteps and voices outside the bars gradually disappeared, leaving only a few electric lights hanging in the corridor blowing in the wind. Occasionally, a few gray-haired policemen would circle around holding batons.
Yi Zhihua and the thug sat cross-legged on the ground, their eyes full of violence, looking eager to try. The anger and resentment of losing freedom needed a place to vent.
The ugly woman didn't seem to care about the beating she was about to receive. She still squatted there expressionlessly and said nothing, listening to the surroundings with her ears raised, quickly collecting and analyzing something.
After an unknown amount of time, she put down her hand that was holding her pulse, raised her head and glanced at the moon hanging high outside the transom window, then stood up and moved her legs and feet. After feeling the situation in the cell clearly, she could take action.
According to observations and calculations, guards work in shifts of three hours, with five people in each shift. They are only equipped with batons and patrol every half an hour. It takes 80 steps, almost 40 meters, to walk from the duty room to the women's prison.
All patrol officers must be subdued as quickly as possible, and they must not be allowed to alert the outside world. This is the chief patrol room, and even late at night, there must be many people on duty and working overtime.
To achieve this goal, the best way is to lure the guard over and deal with it personally. The ugly woman thought for a moment, turned to look at Yi Zhihua and the others, and raised her fingers contemptuously.
"You bitch, you're looking for death!"
The provoked Yizhihua became furious, pushed open the half-closed door, and shouted at the thugs: "Are you all dead? Beat this ugly woman to death. If anything goes wrong, I will be responsible."
She really had murderous intentions. First, she had an explanation from the patrol, and there were people who supported her after the incident. Second, she wanted to scare the monkeys. If everyone talked to her like this, her position as cell leader would be unstable.
At the command, seven or eight sturdy women moved, rolling up their sleeves and surrounding him while cursing. They had never seen such an arrogant prisoner before, so they decided to show off the other party.
The ugly woman's expression was indifferent, and she took half a step back with her right foot. She scanned her opponents closely. When she found that these people had no trace of fighting training, she rushed away and took the initiative to attack.
In a life-and-death struggle in a small space, the most important thing is not to lose momentum. Once someone is intimidated and the space for movement is restricted, even if you have three heads and six arms, you can only passively take the beating.
She chose the most ferocious-looking thug, used the sole of her left foot as the point of strength, and quickly kicked forward with her right foot to hit the man's vagina. With a muffled grunt, the man let out a scream and leaned back.
"Ah~"
The ugly woman showed no mercy when she gained the upper hand and hit her opponent in the heart with her straight right fist. The blood supply to the heart muscle that maintains the operation of the human body's vital organs was instantly interrupted. The thug's eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness and collapsed on the ground.
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The prisoners in the male cell nearby saw this scene and clamped their legs at the same time, swallowing subconsciously. If they had replaced their fists with daggers, Yi Zhihua's thug would have died long ago.
This ugly girl is really ruthless, a standard blow is fatal. In the arena, unless there is a deep hatred between the two parties, they will not easily use such a move that can easily cause casualties.
Only those who had military experience shrank their pupils and understood that this was a superb military fighting technique. In order to kill the enemy in a short time, they naturally had to use the most efficient attack method.
The people in the female cell were also dumbfounded. They thought he was a little sheep when he came in, but he suddenly turned into a big bad wolf. This was a miscalculation.
The ugly woman didn't have time to pay attention to the reaction of the outside world. She leaned away and dodged a sneak attack by a thug. She hit the attacker's right rib with a left uppercut and then hit his right lower jaw with a left uppercut.
"Click."
There was a tooth-piercing cracking sound, and another enemy fell. During the twitch, half of his tongue was spit out, and gurgling blood kept pouring out of his mouth, quickly staining the concrete floor red.
"Killed!"
"Someone killed someone!"
A female prisoner may have been misled by the drama, thinking that she could not be saved if her tongue was severed, so she lay on the bars and desperately begged for help, while the rest huddled in the corner and huddled together, their faces pale with fear.
The ugly woman over there knocked down two people. She continued to charge towards the enemy without any hesitation. She eliminated all the thugs with three punches and two kicks. She blocked a flower in the corner and rubbed her arm.
She beat the master to death with random punches. Even though she had received training, it was impossible not to be injured under the attacks of so many people. She had been kicked in the joints during the fight just now, which would have hurt terribly.
"You...what are you going to do."
Yi Zhi Hua leaned her back against the corner and said in a trembling voice: "Don't come over here. I tell you, I am with Sister Agui. If you dare to kill me, our Caobang brothers will not let you go."
Sister Agui is the ex-wife of Mr. Huang and is very influential in the underworld. Even though her former glory has faded after the divorce, she still has many disciples and is still a figure who stomps her feet and trembles in Shanghai.
The ugly woman's face did not change when she heard this, and there was only indomitable determination in her eyes. Today's action can only succeed, not fail. Suddenly, the sound of rapid running and shouting rang out from the cell side.
"No fighting allowed."
"be honest."
At the critical moment, the three guards arrived in time when they heard the call for help. Looking at the thugs lying on the ground, the three frowned. One of them took out the key and opened the cell door, and the other two took out their batons.
However, they were not too vigilant. It was normal for prisoners to fight among themselves. If they were serious every time, they would not be able to do this job at all. They would go in and beat up the participants, and the matter would be over.
As for why no early warning was issued, it was because the guards' bonuses were linked to daily performance. If the superiors sent people to suppress the cells, their wages would be deducted. Only fools would do this.
The ugly woman frowned slightly, wondering why only three people came after such a big commotion. It seemed that she had to risk going out to solve the problem. In order not to arouse suspicion, she lowered her hand on her chest.
Not far away, Yi Zhihua noticed the other party's movements, with a fierce glint in his triangle eyes. He touched the package sent by the food server with his right hand, took out a steel thorn that shone with cold light and rushed forward.
"Go to hell!"
With a ferocious look on her face, she pointed the weapon at the ugly woman's chest, determined to use a white knife in and a red knife out. No one could challenge her position in the female prison, and she would kill anyone who dared to stand in her way.
The three guards saw Yi Zhihua's movements as soon as they entered the door. They had no time to react. They could only watch a murder taking place in front of everyone, and secretly screamed in pain.
If they don't come, the responsibility may not be that big, but as long as they come, they can't escape the charge of dereliction of duty. They may have to take off their police uniforms. A flower can do a lot of harm to others.
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