Chapter 634: You are a genius

The prison guard wanted to get up, so at this moment, a huge beast fell from above to his back, like a five-finger mountain holding down a monkey, firmly confining him in place.
Then, he heard a somewhat yd, some vicious voice sounded behind him: "Hey, there is blood on it, it seems...this stick has drawn many people. It is definitely a murder weapon."
The person sitting on his back said: "Your eyes are a little bit wrong, like a wolf."
Accompanied by the sound of rushing water, there was a low sound of footsteps behind, the prison guard could not see the scene behind him, and could only listen with a pair of ears erect.
The shampoo was replaced by the shower gel behind, dampening the police uniform.
He could only raise his head strenuously, his eyes just saw the young boy's white ass, and then he felt that this was a strong, that despicable, arrogant and vicious boy was strong against him.
Although the other party did nothing, just taking a shower.
"No, no, you can't do this, it's immoral." The man sitting on his back said righteously.
"Fuck you!"
"Of course not to do my shit, do his shit."
"Fuck off, poke you with more mouth."
Then, the voice of justice disappeared.
Then, he felt a very hard thing enter the body. No... Maybe it’s more vivid with "invaded his body".
Because that thing is very rude, domineering, and extremely grainy, but this is not the point, the point is...it hurts!
He thought, the pants must be torn.
Howson was strange, showing a puzzled look, and said, "It shouldn't be."
Churchill looked at him with a disgusting expression and slanted his eyes: "What shouldn't it?"
"Why didn't he scream? Why didn't he scream? He should use a deep and powerful voice. It's right to yell in a voice that is full of satisfaction and pain."
"Lancelot's cry is very nice... what is your look... I really didn't lie to you... Of course, it's still a little bit different from Irma."
Churchill said: "Have you two played to this point?"
Howson said: "She refused to let in, saying it hurts..."
Churchill grumbled. Captain Tang, who was in the bathing position, shivered, his hand went around and grabbed his egg, thinking it was a big mistake to take him off the ship. This guy has never been able to speak his brain. Fortunately, Irma is not present, otherwise, I'm afraid I won't give him sleep again.
Of course, it is not ruled out that Irma likes this kind of hunk, because personal tastes are different.
"He... wouldn't he be dead?"
Howson asked worriedly, although the baton was of moderate thickness. It feels like a friend of women, but it's not a good thing to explode chrysanthemums, and most people can't afford it. The 40-year-old prison guard only heard a muffled hum the moment he entered, and then there was no movement. It made him very strange and worried, for fear that I would just play him to death.
Churchill turned his head and looked behind him, his expression turned very strange, and asked: "What was Lancelot's expression at that time? Did you enjoy it?"
He said seriously: "Please believe me, it hurts!"
The boxer couldn't figure out why he had this question. If he changed to Park Min Ho, he might feel excited after adapting to the shame. But as the offensive Lord Lancelot, it was undoubtedly a torture.
Churchill stepped off the guard, the expression on his face escalated. As ugly as being strong.
"This is the most absurd thing I have ever done...I actually sat on his ass."
At last, Howson was able to see the prison guard's face. It was not a face that cursed society, nor was it a face with pear blossoms and rain. It was a face swimming in the sea of ​​clouds in nine days, a face that was dying.
"Wow, this guy is gay!"
His expression is exaggerated. Like a poor boy who learned that he had won 50 million prizes, there was a sacred light that seemed to be the son of destiny gathered on his face.
The gunner felt the stubble whose chin was not very clean. In a very serious, very envious and jealous tone, he said: "Yes. Your luck is so good, you can always meet such a strange flower."
Howson said: "You are discriminating against homosexuality."
Churchill certainly refused to admit it and said loudly, "I don't."
Tang Fang finally finished the bath and looked back at the two of them, and found this scene very interesting.
The two bare-bottomed men discussed the topic of homosexuality so seriously and elegantly, which not only has a visual impact, but is also a kind of destruction to the hearing.
"Someone is coming outside." He reminded.
In the field of vision of the detector, the young prison guard who went out earlier was rushing to the bathroom with a ticket.
He was very smart. He saw that two of his companions were knocked down in an instant, and the company captain also fell into the enemy's hands.
"Oh." Howson agreed with a voice, slowly letting go of the hand holding the baton, and then at the last moment of the action, he shook it back.
He didn't poke in, or draw out, let alone draw a circle.
He just flipped the safety lock very gracefully, and gently pressed the switch while Tang Fang and Churchill watched "Wow".
Heaven and are often only one step apart.
The police officer was still soaring in the ocean of joy one second before, and was thrown into the furnace of flames the next second.
At the first moment, it was the expression of sexual enjoyment, and the next moment it became a painful and distorted profile.
Churchill couldn't bear to look straight, and look away.
Tang Fang walked outside and dressed silently. He no longer knew what words to use to describe Howson. Just like the gunner said, it’s not that strange flowers don’t meet together. He always meets strange flowers that make people laugh and cry, and then do the same. Strange things.
Like Lord Lancelot, like poor police officer.
"You will kill him!"
The artillery couldn't bear it, Mr. police officer was wicked and wicked, but he did not die.
What the prison guards did was not an excuse for Howson to be a hooligan.
"You know what a fart, I'm helping him develop new gameplay."
He released the hand that pressed the switch, and the prison guard let out a sigh, his whole body limp, blushing like a tomato. There are few factors that stem from shame, and many factors that are unsuitable for children.
Churchill wiped the water droplets off his body indiscriminately, walked towards the wardrobe, and dropped a sentence when he passed him: "You are a genius!"
Howson said: "I also think I am a genius." Then he laughed like a crazy, his voice echoed in the empty bathroom. Like a wolf who can't find a mate on the night of the fifteen full moon.
His laughter did not last long, and was interrupted by the truncheon raining on him.
The 7 or 8 prison guards rushed into the room, and according to him, it was a violent beating, because the half of the baton poked high was very conspicuous, and the man next to him was even more conspicuous.
Howson shrank his head in his arms and did not resist. Don't yell, let the prison guards beat them.
He was not stupid, he knew that Tang Fang's plan could not be undermined, and he also knew that a good man didn't suffer from immediate losses. For a guy like him, Quan Dang had a full body massage. He used his mental power and imagined the stick strike as Irma's slender hands.
Seeing that he was no longer resisting, the two prison guards walked towards Tang Fang and Churchill who were already dressed.
One of them took off the remote control device from his belt, pressed the shock switch, and an electric current was released from the ankle ring instantly.
Churchill convulsed and fell to the ground, grinning in pain. Tang Fang also pretended to be in pain. Crouched in the corner of the wardrobe.
From the gap in the thigh of the prison guard who besieged him, Howson saw a scene not far away, the expression on his face became extremely weird, and Captain Tang's acting skills were really good.
If you let those idiot guards know that the guy in the closet is a personal shaped capacitor. I don't know how I feel about it.
Churchill exaggeratedly hugged the legs of the two prison guards, crying bitterly, "I was wronged, I didn't kill, I was framed..."
In the next second, the batons of two prison guards hit him the back.
He screamed hard and hugged their thighs hard. Shouted "unjustly" vigorously.
The sound passed through the glass window and floated towards the night sky full of stars; through the door. Resounded through the empty and silent corridor.
Howson feels that Churchill's acting is also suitable for the best, and there is only one movie that suits him as the leading role.
For the first time Tang Fang felt that it was good to get the two off the boat. The first can enliven the atmosphere, and the second can act as a meat shield to help withstand stick attacks.
The veterans must not be able to do this kind of "comparative" activities; Tang Lin may discount these people's legs; Roy will righteously teach them to do so inhumanely; Bai Hao is most likely to point to Hausen and say: "It's all He did it"; Baiyue would tell them in a peaceful voice: "Violence can conquer my , but it can never destroy my soul...en,,tassadar!"
The prison guards beat them for a while and saw that Howson and Churchill were honest, the guard with the highest police rank ordered the three to send the elderly guard who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead and two other young guards to the infirmary.
He took the remaining 5 prison guards and 2 defense robots to continue to 3 people to the cell.
Originally, these three people were in jail, and the number of death row inmates reached 51. They have already met the transportation conditions. They can be escorted on the road and sent to the designated receiving place after receiving the approval of the warden early tomorrow morning.
Such violent training methods are not necessary, and he also told his subordinates to try not to be too troublesome, anyway, they will be sent on the road tomorrow. I don't know if someone didn't listen, and did some "bath punishment", and the result was such a thing, the warden had to blame him when he knew it.
The special envoy of Prince Turlamong told them to ensure the health of death row prisoners. They are important medical resources that can bring more people a chance to survive. If they die, it will be a huge waste.
It's better now, but some people commit crimes against the wind, relying on the old and selling the old, taking his words as deaf ears.
He didn't blame the three Tang Fang very much, but he was dissatisfied with the elderly prison guard, thinking about filing a complaint in front of the warden, and letting the old chrysanthemum seller go home for retirement.
A few minutes later, the group of people came to the death row detention area, passed through numerous security facilities, and entered the innermost corridor.
On both sides are independent cells, with two people as a unit, holding prisoners sentenced to death by Gypsell law.
Seeing them come in, some people whistled, some were indifferent, some were curious, and some cried bitterly, because when the sun rises again, they will die.
The walls of the cell facing the corridor are made of transparent materials, and the sound insulation is quite good. You can see the rich facial expressions of the prisoners, but you can't hear them yelling.
There were a few guys with full faces slamming the glass door angrily, and Howson grimly responded to their provocation with disdainful eyes.
His face was more bruised because of the beating process just now, but he still showed a look of defiance. It was really dumbfounding, causing Churchill's mouth to twitch, and cursing him for healed his scars and forgot to hurt him.
The prison guard escorted the three people to the end of the corridor, opened the door of the cell, and locked Hausen and Churchill together, and Tang Fang, one person. Then, the prison guard led a few words at will and led them away.
Churchill climbed into bed for the first time, felt the bruise on his back with his hands, winking his eyebrows in pain.
Howson is much better, because those injuries are nothing to him.
"I was killed by you!"
"As if I wasn't beaten."
"You are not human."
Hausen knew he was wrong, and rarely sneered at him. He walked to the corner of the room and looked at the camera for 5 seconds, raised his middle finger, greeted the eighth generation of the prison guard on duty, and then went to the corner pool to wash his face. By the way, I took a look in the mirror to make sure I didn't lose my face, and then he let out a sigh of relief, thinking that the face on the other side is still very charming.
At this moment, the cell lights flickered several times, and when it came back on, there was a box of ointment on the head of Churchill's bed.
The two were stunned for a moment, and looked up at the opposite side.
Tang Fang nodded at them through the glass.
The boxer squeezed the iron box, unscrewed the lid, took out some ointment with his fingers, and evenly applied it to the injured area of ​​the good friend.
Churchill said, "Thank you."
Howson blushed and Tsundere said, "Thank you, maybe someday you will apply the ointment to me."
Huh...
The ointment was cold and crisp, and slightly relieved the burning pain in the back. Churchill said in a sharp voice: "You lighten it, it hurts me."
Howson's facial expression is very strange ~EbookFREE.me~ Unfortunately, the gunner can't see it. He is so tired that he tilted his head and fell asleep.
Perhaps, he will have a sweet dream, the theme of the dream may be "falling in love with that hand".
Tang Fang was lying on the bed, looking at the silver-white ceiling, slightly narrowed his eyes. He was still quite satisfied with the result, although the two guys got fattened and rebuilt.
But... the term "seems to rebuild the old good" is not so appropriate.
He went into a deep sleep after taking a hot bath in his wild thoughts.
Tang Fang was the only one in the cell, but there were many folds on the other bed, and the blanket was thrown in the corner. It seemed that there should be another person, or it would be more accurate to call it a cellmate.
What is strange is that the outside is completely dark and the person has not yet returned, which is not in line with the prison's routine.
…………(To be continued)