“Is this the power of inciting emotions?”
Liang Xiaotang's handcuffs were connected with "Yebo" and he was rushed out of the corridor by the crowd. Being in the torrent, he could feel most clearly how terrifying the power of language was.
The prisoners around them don't care whether they can escape from prison, let alone whether the Department of Corrections will give them a raise. All they want is catharsis, an outlet to vent their anger.
Is there anything in the world that can vent a man's anger better than a fight? Not even sex!
It didn't take long before all the prison guards who were on surveillance were knocked to the ground.
Thousands of prisoners rushed to the playground, running and roaring wildly. Among them, Dadu Chen was the most majestic. He took off his shirt and threw it on the ground. He raised his middle finger in front of the officer standing on the high platform and spread his head very far. He was extremely arrogant.
The warden waved his hand expressionlessly: "Explosion-proof team, I'll give you ten minutes."
"By the way, I don't want to see him again tomorrow."
When the warden spoke, he pointed his finger at Dadu Chen who was laughing.
Now that the prison riot has completely begun, even if the radio is turned off, it will be of no use. When the warden Zhou Sir thought about being caught by Zhuo Jingquan, he became extremely angry. If he didn't kill the guy who hit him on the crotch, he, the superintendent's epaulettes, could be thrown into the toilet after get off work.
A senior inspector standing behind Sir Zhou raised his hand in salute, then stood beside him and whistled, making a gesture to the guys below.
One hundred riot police, who were already ready to go, formed two square formations with shields in their hands and batons in their hands. Shouting uniform slogans and stepping on leather shoes, people came rushing from the left and right.
"Fuck you."
"Kill these policemen!"
"Brothers, don't be afraid, fuck them..."
The excited prisoners were not at all afraid of the lineup of riot police. After looking at each other with bare hands, they rushed towards the riot police in groups.
The two waves of people collided with each other. The police lineup did not move at all, but the prisoners fell directly to the side. With their little impact force, even the strong shield in Chapter 1 could not be knocked away. Besides being happy, taking the initiative to attack was simply looking for death.
After stabilizing their formation, the riot police waved their batons and knocked down the most vicious prisoners in the first wave. Finally, tear gas, rubber bullets, and smoke bombs were used, quickly suppressing the scene on the playground.
In the chaos, Liang Xiaotang opened the handcuffs with a flick of his wrist, took "Yebo"'s hand and rushed to the fire truck in the playground.
This fire truck is a new item purchased by the prison for the drill, and it is equipped with a telescopic ladder. According to the plan, as long as they rushed to the fire truck, they would be able to use the ladder to leave Stanley.
Sure enough, the ordinary prison guards in front of the fire truck have now retreated, leaving them with a golden opportunity.
"Run!"
Liang Xiaotang roared fiercely, rushed under the fire truck, climbed up using both hands and feet, and pressed the control lever of the fire truck with one hand. The frame of the folding ladder slowly unfolded and gradually moved outside the prison's power grid.
Yebo took a step slower and ran out of breath to the fire truck. He saw that the police behind him were about to chase him. Liang Xiaotang gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, grabbed Yebo, and pulled him onto the fire truck.
When a small team of riot police came to arrest someone, several criminals suddenly took out lighters from nowhere, lit their prison clothes on fire, and threw them at the riot police.
Unexpectedly, these prison uniforms were still stained with a high degree of alcohol, which splashed onto the police uniforms and could not be removed even with a pat. This team of riot policemen suddenly burst into flames and fell to the ground rolling over.
Seeing that Liang Xiaotang and the two had escaped from prison, the prisoners in the playground burst into cheers.
After Liang Xiaotang picked up Yebo, he held him down and bent down. The jingling rubber bullets kept firing at the fire truck, which made Liang Xiaotang's scalp numb. Fortunately, due to good luck and the fact that the ladder kept moving, Liang Xiaotang and Liang Xiaotang barely escaped.
However, since he was standing at a high place, he could even lower his head and see that Dadu Chen was surrounded by a team of riot police on the playground. Each stick hit the head, chest, crotch, such fatal places. In just a few strokes, his belly was covered with blood and his brain was covered with blood. He fainted on the ground and his eyes gradually lost their luster.
When Liang Xiaotang saw this scene, not only was he not happy, but he felt as if the rabbit was dead and the fox was dead.
Because he knew that this matter was so big that it would not end without killing a few people. Who made Big Belly Chen Gang so arrogant? He will definitely die this time.
But the short ten seconds seemed infinitely long in his heart... Finally, one end of the ladder reached beyond Stanley.
Warden Zhou Sir, who was standing on a high platform at another station, also silently raised the gun in his hand and pointed the crosshair at Liang Xiaotang.
Just kidding, this prison riot was bad enough. If another person succeeds in escaping from prison, Zhuo Jing will not have to give him any shoes, he will step down.
So he focused his sights and pulled the trigger without hesitation. At the moment when Liang Xiaotang pulled Yebo and jumped up, there was a bang and the two men fell to the ground unbalanced.
"Go and capture them, I don't want them alive."
Sir Zhou put away his gun and turned his head to look at Zhuo Jingquan coldly, as if he didn't exist.
Anyway, now that things have happened, there is nothing to take pictures of, and I don’t even bother to do superficial things.
At this moment, Liang Xiaotang covered his shoulders, limped up from the ground, and took two mouthfuls of mud: "I don't deserve to die!"
"Go to their superintendent, my officer will definitely be higher than you in the future."
Although the bullet just now was aimed at his chest, it only hit his left arm. Now Liang Xiaotang can not only make wisecracks, but also run forward stumblingly with Yebo.
After running a few steps, a van quickly drove out of the lane, stopped in front of them and opened the door. The person sitting inside was not Li Shaoze or Huo Tianren, but a Southeast Asian-looking woman.
After Shapchu saw Yebo, he immediately helped him to the seat opposite him and said in Thai with tears in his eyes: "Dad, are you okay?"
"Shapqiu..."
Yebo reached out his hand covered with age spots, gently touched the woman's cheek, and sighed softly: "Someone said you want to see me."
Yebo was not prepared to leave Stanley if his daughter wanted to see him. Because he doesn't have much time left, and young people have the final say on outside matters. Staying in Stanley to retire and atone for the mistakes he made before is actually a better choice.
Liang Xiaotang glanced around, not caring about the heartwarming scene of her son and daughter's reunion, and rushed into the car, pulled the door shut, turned around and shouted: "Drive, drive quickly!"
Several subordinates holding rifles in the car stared at Liang Xiaotang with fierce expressions. After Shapqiu nodded, the driver stepped on the accelerator and quickly drove away.
