When Zhang Feng woke up, it was already dinner time. The nine men in the 3-9 cell squatted on the ground in a row. At first glance, they looked like a full toilet, and Zhang Feng was taken aback.
"What are you doing?"
Hearing the cry, Zhao Qiang quickly stood up and walked over like a traitor. He stopped two meters away and said, "Boss, supper is coming. I see you sleeping sweetly. I didn't dare to wake up." You, we can't leave the boss behind. I'll take the initiative. No one is allowed to eat. When you wake up, eat first!"
"Oh!" Zhang Feng said in surprise, letting this guy act as the traitor who led the devil without makeup.
Who could have imagined that Zhao Qiang, who was vicious and vicious and looked like the boss of the world before, was the same as the dog-legged Zhao Qiang in front of him, but he was actually alone
"What do you have to eat?"
Zhang Feng asked Dama Jindao sitting on the side of the bed.
Zhao Qiang was very insightful and would please others. He quickly commanded others to bring three stainless steel basins over.
Zhang Feng had seen it, and saw a pot of steamed buns, a pot of boiled cabbage potatoes, a pot of rice soup, and nothing else, and the corners of his mouth began to cramp.
"I usually eat this?"
"Boss, the detention center, it's not a hotel. Apart from being full, there is nothing good to eat. There is an opportunity to improve the food once a week. As long as you are not detained, you can eat pork or chicken." Zhao Qiang said with a smile. The face is bitter.
It is impossible to eat a big meal in the prison, otherwise instant noodles will not become the hard currency in the prison.
Zhang Feng nodded his head to understand, and said in a deep voice: "I'll be a good person in prison and be a good person in the future. At least I want to eat something delicious, just buy it."
Zhao Qiang just wanted to cry. He didn't have to be brave and hard. He didn't study hard when he was a child. He grew up to be useless. From the very beginning, he was robbed and robbed, so that he could not eat enough. .
Later, he entered the debt collection company, then entered the detention center, and after a while, he will go to court to pronounce his sentence.
"Boss, your surname is Gao, why did you come in?"
Zhao Qiang sorted out his emotions, wanted to get close to Zhang Feng, and said that this guy tentatively sat down next to Zhang Feng.
The three stainless steel basins with food are still held by three people, everyone
They were hungry, grunting, but no one dared to say.
Zhang Feng just wants to teach these people a lesson. How many good people are in the detention center
"I... Zhang Feng, what I did..." Pretending to be deep, he sighed, looking a little bit distressed.
In fact, many people who entered the detention center had already regretted it a long time ago, and Zhang Feng looked alike.
When Zhao Qiang saw this posture, he felt that it was his own opportunity. If he could find such a ruthless man to be a big brother, he would have a backing in addition to prison in the future.
"Brother, you just talk about it, just as we are all listeners, so you can vent the depression in your heart." Zhao Qiang comforted, reaching out and patted Zhang Feng on the shoulder.
Zhang Feng turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes indifferent, "Do you really want to hear?"
Zhao Qiangqiang nodded with fear in his heart.
"All right, I said."
Zhang Feng took a deep breath, and then began to talk about what happened during the trip to the Philippines. First, it was fun on the cruise ship, then the mercenary group raid, until he picked hundreds of people, and finally the plane was destroyed and crashed.
However, the nine men in the besieged group did not hear anything on the plane. They were all dumbfounded, looking at Zhang Feng with eyes like gods. They worshiped and frightened, and there was one sitting with a thump. On the ground, his hands and feet trembled violently.
"Gudong!" Zhao Qiang swallowed his saliva and asked dryly: "Brother Zhang Feng, you... Killed more than 300 people alone?"
He almost bit his tongue as he said.
"Hey..." Zhang Feng sighed and raised his eyes to look at the roof of the canopy, "I don't want to, they forced me, and one more, I killed more than 100 people directly, and the others were driven by themselves. The oil tanker that came, burned to death, has nothing to do with me!"
"A hundred people cut!"
Zhao Qiang yelled out, and everyone else was trembling with fright.
Someone came out to testify immediately, saying that it had been spread long ago. There was a ruthless person who singled out the Philippine country and killed six bosses and thousands of warriors. That was a blood stream. .
If it were not for the ruthless person who was not interested in unifying the Philippine country, there would not be like now, looting the site, you kill me and I kill you, and it's a mess.
"Unexpectedly, that ruthless person is the boss."
The skinny guy pleases.
Zhang Feng sighed again: "Is there anything to be proud of, is it fun to kill?"
"It's not fun, it's not fun!" The guy responded quickly.
Others dare not speak out. There is something that Zhang Feng taught Zhao Qiang before, and they don’t suspect that Zhang Feng is lying. The key is that if there is a riot in the Philippine arena, who dares to claim it rashly, is not afraid of the Philippines. Revenge from the side
Zhao Qiang’s attitude is getting better, and he asked in a low voice: "Boss, speaking of it, why did you come in? It stands to reason that it is still in the Philippines. The police in our country should not take care of it. ."
Zhang Feng glanced at him and said indifferently: "Someone framed me as a pirate, robbed the cruise ship and killed 436 innocent tourists."
"..."
There was another silence in the cell, and none of the nine men dared to speak.
Zhang Feng's brutal image has been deeply impressed in their hearts, and no one dares to make a mistake.
Zhao Qiang said cautiously: "Boss, this thing about you...it's hard to handle!"
"Huh, it doesn't matter, if I can't find the evidence, I will take you out and let us go abroad to discuss life!" Zhang Feng pretended to be loyal, and patted Zhao Qiang on the shoulder.
Zhao Qiang was shot directly on the ground, unable to stand up with soft feet.
With a pale face, he grabbed Zhang Feng's trouser legs and whispered: "Boss, don't dare to do this. We are in China. If we make trouble, we will be surrounded by tens of thousands of people. We will end up being beaten by peanuts. Sieve!"
The others all knelt down, all of them were shocked.
These years, the most powerful thugs can’t be awesome in China...
"It's all right, get up, the food is cold, eat!"
Seeing that these bastards were suppressed, Zhang Feng stopped talking. The first one filled a bowl with cabbage stewed potatoes, took two steamed buns, and sat down to eat.
The food is not delicious, but it fills up his stomach. Zhang Feng doesn’t care about the quality of the food. He wanted to ambush his goal back then. He crawled in the snow for three days and relied on a little compressed biscuits to maintain his physical fitness. Snow, until the target appeared, a shot blasted the target's head from a kilometer away, and then left lightly.
After eating, he sat cross-legged and calmed down, feeling the true energy of the grandmaster...
(End of this chapter)