"Don't worry, C-type adrenergic reactants are not a big deal. You can leave after two weeks in Zhongjing Detention Center. There is a single cell and a TV."
At the Order Bureau headquarters, Li Liang wore electronic shackles and followed the Order Bureau agents who arrested him into an elevator.
On the way here, the agent who called himself De Luo told Li Liang that someone wanted Li Liang to stay out of the spotlight at the Order Bureau Detention Center.
This kind of thing is not uncommon. Many civilians who have provoked gangs will enter the police station through connections to avoid it, and then go out after coordination with the outside world.
After all, no matter how big a grudge it is, the gang will never make it, let alone test the bottom line of the Order Bureau.
The elevator door closed, and Agent Dro looked very relaxed, humming a tune vaguely.
But Li Liang couldn't calm down.
He said again: "Mr. Dro, I would like to borrow your communication bracelet to call home." He had mentioned it countless times along the way, but Dro prevaricated him.
Li Liang already understood that Massey suddenly fired him, and Old Ford could easily obtain adrenaline reactants. They designed this plan because the consequences of repairing the core must be serious. He must figure out what happened. , Old Messi cannot bear any consequences for him.
However, Dro put his arm around Li Liang's shoulders affectionately and said, "Don't be so nervous. We'll finish the formalities later and we'll talk slowly."
Ding.
The elevator reaches the third underground floor.
Dro patted Li Liang on the back and said with a smile: "Let's go. After completing the formalities, I want you to try the coffee from the Order Bureau."
Li Liang was stunned for a moment, staring into the eyes of the Order Bureau agent.
It was absolutely impossible for Old Ford's face to allow a Bureau of Order agent to be so polite.
The bright light on the roof of the elevator shone on Dro's face, and he continued to smile: "What's wrong? Let's go."
Li Liang took a step back and glanced at the surveillance probe on the roof of the elevator car.
"Let's go," Dro's smile gradually disappeared and became expressionless, "You are very smart, but you are just unlucky."
The next moment, a needle as thin as a hair shot out of De Luo's watch and hit Li Liang.
Li Liang staggered and leaned against the wall of the elevator. His whole body became paralyzed quickly, and everything in front of him became increasingly blurry.
Next, he felt himself being dragged a long distance to a bright room.
He couldn't control his body. He could only see a large white light and shaking black shadow, but he could hear sounds.
Dro was talking to another man.
"What took so long?"
"This guy was smart enough to waste some time on the elevator."
"Go and delete the surveillance in a while, don't cause any trouble."
"Well, how about the death row in the south?"
"It's settled. There are no flaws in the procedure. Whose relationship does this scapegoat have?"
"There's a hallucinogen seller on Fifth Street. He's usually very sensible. If I didn't have this business, maybe I would give him some face."
"Find an opportunity to deal with him too, don't leave any tail behind."
"Little things."
Li Liang's whole body was cold, but he couldn't even move a little finger. He had heard about the southern death row, a place where serious death row prisoners were held, with no entry or exit.
A black figure appeared in Li Liang's field of vision, and Dro's voice came: "I know you can hear it, my friend, don't blame me, if you want to blame it, blame your bad luck."
Later, Li Liang fainted.
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Boom!
Li Liang woke up with a violent jolt.
He raised his head suddenly, his neck hurt so much that it was almost broken.
Only then did he realize that he seemed to be sitting in a bumpy car, with his hands and feet fixed, and a cold mask on his face, which was connected to the car body under his feet.
He was fixed in a hunched sitting position, unable to move or even raise his head. He wanted to shout, but he could only make a dull whine.
Huge despair struck his heart, and he struggled like a trapped animal, but all he heard was the sound of the chain connecting the mask making a whirling sound.
Unable to break free, he bent down to loosen the chain and turned to look.
Outside the car window is the endless desert, the sky is dim, and in the distance, sandstorms are like huge black soft monsters, wandering on the earth.
Li Liang stared blankly at everything outside the window, his heart filled with despair.
This is the way to hell.
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The anti-gravity escort vehicle escorting the condemned prisoners ran close to the ground and flew over one sand dune after another.
After an unknown amount of time, the escort car door opened, and an agent walked in and untied Li Liang's hand and leg shackles as well as the iron chains on his mask.
Li Liang fell heavily to the ground.
Staying in a fixed position for a long time was a kind of torture. He had even lost the feeling of numbness. It was as if someone had cut him off from the waist down, and he could only feel stabbing pains from time to time.
The detective roughly picked up the unconscious Li Liang, dragged him out of the car, and threw him on the anti-gravity scooter. The air was filled with dust and a strong chemical smell, which instantly made Li Liang arch his back like a shrimp and cough violently.
The agent equipped with a covered respirator tightened his windbreaker, waved to his companion who was escorting the driver's cab, and slowly towed the anti-gravity truck toward the southern death row not far away.
No one cared whether Li Liang would die in this short journey of more than ten meters.
A few minutes later, the cart slid inside.
Li Liang took a deep breath and coughed so much that he almost spit out his lungs. Then he vomited violently until he retched and couldn't vomit anything out. When he finally breathed a little easier, whistles and noisy laughter filled the air. ear.
He saw an empty circular square, surrounded by cells, and further up, there were cells one after another until more than ten floors.
The iron bars of all the cells were crowded with heads, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at Li Liang. Those crazy and bloodthirsty gazes were like wild beasts seeing new prey.
"Little beauty, look here!"
"Hey, who is that, anorectal doctor, you are here for business!"
"Hahaha, I can't save him with this beauty."
"Hey, friend, don't be afraid, come to me, I will protect you!"
"Go away, you were the one who fucking died last time. I'm the gentlest!"
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"Hahahahaha, I can't wait, start now!"
Dang Dang Dang!
The escorting detective banged an iron bar on the iron fence several times, but it failed to quiet the prisoners. Instead, the whistling and swearing became more and more intense.
"Wang Chao, you are getting more and more unruly!" The agent took off his respirator and cursed at the cell directly opposite.
"Hoo..."
There was a sound of iron chains, and a figure walked out of the darkness deep in the cell. With every step he took, the whole prison became quieter, until he appeared in front of the cell door, and the prison became silent.
The man called Wang Chao tilted his head and sneered: "They haven't had any new toys for a long time. They are rather... lonely."
"Fuck, it really stinks. Another person died?" The agent took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose with a look of disgust on his face. "Wang's Nest, take care of this garbage, and don't give me any fucking trouble."
"No problem. You are the boss. How will you arrange this new kid?"
The agent patted the dust on his windbreaker and said casually: "Entertain him well."
"Oh, I understand," Wang Chao smiled and looked at Li Liang, "Kid, you are home."
The next moment, whistles and shouts sounded like a tsunami, deafening.
Li Liang struggled to sit up, his face pale. He slowly looked around, his tightly clenched fists trembling slightly.
The detective left, and the heavy iron door slammed shut.
Subsequently.
"drop--"
A sharp and piercing sound sounded, and all the cell doors opened automatically at the same time.
