The Lone Wolf of Tomorrow's Ark

"What's the situation? Isn't it obvious? Prepare to fight."

Saying this casually, one of the prisoners secretly rolled up his trousers, and Kafka also saw one on his calf, fixed with a bandage, about half a meter long, a bit thin water pipe, at first glance, this water pipe is a little Like a splint for fixing a broken bone.

"Uh...you...could it be that you broke your bone in a fight..."

"Ah? No, no, this is a weapon for fighting in groups. I found it from the work area, and it's quite easy to beat people."

After finishing speaking, the prisoner pulled the water pipe out of the bandage and waved it lightly, while the prisoner beside him wrapped the chains on his hands around his hands, preparing to use them as inferior knuckles.

"Ah, this...Although group fights are common in prisons because they don't like it, don't those prison guards care about it?"

"Fuck them!"

"Come on!"

"Watch me kill you bastards!"

"Damn you!"

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As soon as Kafka finished speaking, he heard roars from the crowd on both sides, and then they all rushed forward. For a while, the sound of punching to the flesh, as well as various cursing and wailing could be heard endlessly.

The two prisoners standing on Kafka's side saw that the team battle had begun, one of them rushed forward with a roar, while the other suppressed his anger and said:

"It's okay, look what the prison guards are doing?"

"Ok?"

Hearing the prisoner's words, Kafka looked at the patrolling prison guards, but found that they had already assembled on the second floor, with the shields in their hands leaning against the fence, and everyone was watching the prisoners fighting with relish. Easy conversation:

"Tsk tsk, it's more fun to watch these prisoners fight in groups. Today we are on duty and we really make money."

"Who says it's not, haha, in this hellish place, this event is the only thing that's interesting, come on! People from Area A! I'm optimistic about you!"

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"Ah this..."

Seeing that the prison guards didn't care about it at all, but they were still quite vigorous, Kafka twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, while the prisoner said with disdain:

"Understood, they are the ones who enjoy the most. Moreover, in order to continue this event, they will also give preferential treatment to the victor's food. At least for three consecutive days, there will be steak for lunch."

"But this... isn't all the fun going to the prison guards? Can't the prisoners stop beating?"

"Don't fight? Kafka, don't be kidding me. I will go to prison just because I punched those who looked down on me."

After saying this, the prisoner tightened the water pipe in his hand, looked at the noisy crowd, and almost couldn't help the desire to hit someone:

"Kafka, you have to know that this place may be the only place on this land where the bastards who kill those non-infected people will not have any consequences! It's just a short period of confinement, and if you really want to die, you will die, and you will go to jail, who the fuck cares! You stay by the boss's side, I'm on it! Ahhhhhh!!"

After speaking, the prisoner held the water pipe high and rushed into the crowd with red eyes. When he saw the prisoner in gray clothes, he greeted him directly without holding back his hands.

Seeing this scene, Phoenix pouted, raised his legs, and then said:

"Don't you think it's a bit sad? Kafka, apart from Rhodes Island, the place on Terra that treats everyone equally is actually a prison for prisoners..."

"Well...it's quite sad, but this dilapidated place is even sadder. Besides, let me stay here? What do you mean, look down on me, Kafka?"

Speaking of which, Kafka obviously stepped on the table quite angrily, but Phoenix didn't care, looked at her height, shook his head slightly, and then said:

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Um... I always feel that you offended me just now... Forget it, of course I want to join in, fish in troubled waters, and see if I can find good enough materials to use, then I'm off."

"Come back early, don't get hurt."

"I see, I see, are you my mother?"

After making complaints about Phoenix, Kafka quickly used his small size to shuttle through the melee crowd while searching for some small things that fell on the ground.

"Let's see, what's there? Woow... vomit... who used the leftover food as a throwing object? Hey... why is there a sock here? It stinks... boys are like this Smelly feet? But brother's feet are obviously not smelly..."

Kafka babbled, looking for things to use, of course, most of them were all kinds of strange things that she didn't even want to touch, compared to socks, broken teeth, and torn pieces of clothes , and even the panties that I don’t know who was pulled off...

"evil……"

Carefully bypassing the dark purple man on the ground, Kafka briefly counted the available materials he found:

"One paper clip, one button, two small pieces of iron that fell from the restraint device... Mmmm--as expected of an official prison, everything that needs to be checked has been checked, and there are not many usable things..."

Of course, Kafka knew the paperclip lock-picking technique, but times have changed. Who still uses old-fashioned locks in prisons now? So this paper clip is useless at all except for Kafka to fix his bangs alive.

"Oh!"

"Huh? Explosion?"

Hearing the sudden noise, Kafka was taken aback. Turning his head, he saw a man who was obviously Sanwu. When he looked closely, he could feel some decadence. In a corner, and in front of her, there was a prisoner in Block B who was holding his stomach and howling.

"Just now, was that girl making the noise?"

Looking carefully, Kafka could see that the Anati girl was holding a plastic bottle with the label torn off in her left hand, and an obviously small glass in her right hand, which contained some strange liquids.

Combined with the scorched black marks on the ground and the howling prisoners, Kafka can be sure that this Anati girl must know a lot of chemical knowledge, and the chemical reagents in her hands may be chemical reagents that can drastically change and cause explosions when mixed together.

"Hoho, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is really in this prison, maybe that girl can..."

"Dong dong dong..."

"what happened?"

Before Kafka could finish talking to himself, he heard the sound of slightly heavy footsteps. He turned his head and saw a man in uniform with a cigar in his mouth and a baton with spikes pinned to his waist. And Li Boli, a middle-aged man with a fat belly, walked into the hall.

"Who is he?"

Just when Kafka was puzzled about the identity of this middle-aged man, the prison guard who had been watching the battle gave her the answer:

"Report to Captain Patton, the prisoners are fighting."

"Then you are still watching, and you still won't let them stop?"

"Ah, captain, is it time?"

Hearing this, Kafka, who had taken advantage of the confusion and returned to Phoenix, suddenly understood something.

First of all, this middle-aged Li Boli uncle named Patton should be the head of the prison guards, the so-called captain of the prison guards. Although Kafka expressed deep doubts about whether the combat power of Patton's body could match the captain's position, but He is indeed the captain.

Secondly, this Barton should not be a good person. From what the prison guard said, this Barton should always come out and order the prison guard to stop the prisoner after the so-called 'time is up'.

Kafka guessed that this time should be determined by the intensity of the group fight, and just after she figured it out, Barton's obviously false words were passed into Kafka's ears:

"Why is it not the time, it is our prison guard's duty to manage the prisoners!"

"Wow... this Barton is as disgusting as the green tea in the novel..."

Listening to Kafka's complaints, Phoenix glanced at Barton, who was now beside the prison guard. Although he was speaking high-soundingly, he was not nervous at all, and said:

"It doesn't matter what happened to Barton, I just know that the target Ferlin has appeared."

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Chapter 440 Three Rua Tigers

"Huh? The target film? You mean...Anthony?! Where?"

"Here, the entrance over there, I haven't come in yet."

"Oh... oh! I see it!"

Following the direction Phoenix pointed, Kafka saw at a glance the unusually devoted tall figure standing at the entrance, who had not yet entered the hall, and was holding a book and reading.

It was a Filin youth with the characteristics of the ancestors, with a tiger head, white and gray hair all over his body, at least nearly two meters tall, and muscles that looked extremely powerful under his skin, holding a book His hands are definitely bigger than Phoenix's head, and he has at least three suppression devices on his body. Although it is not as good as Phoenix's enhanced version, it is obviously a character that is not easy to mess with.

And this person is the target of Phoenix and Kafka's trip, Anthony Simon.

"Wow...it looks so fierce, that fist seems to be bigger than my body..."

After seeing Anthony, Kafka hid in Phoenix's coat in fear, quietly looked at this guy who looked like a super soldier, and read a book quietly there.

At this time, at the request of Captain Patton, a prison guard shouted:

"Okay! The captain has spoken! It's time to stop!"

"Tsk...why so fast..."

"By... my teeth..."

"Which shameless ripped off my underwear!"

"Puff haha..."

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As soon as the prison guard finished yelling, all the fighting prisoners were stunned for a moment, and then they all stopped cursing, even if they were still riding on others, and the prisoners who were about to greet each other were the same.

In the cognition of these prisoners, the prison can be regarded as a lawless place, and this group of prison guards is the only rule here. If you offend anyone, you can't offend the prison guards, because you never know that after you offend, what will happen to your next day's meal? Will you eat mouse feces, nails or earwax...

At this time, the two prisoners who rushed into the battle also came back. Both of them had a slightly bruised face, but rather than the pain, they were more depressed about not having played to their fullest.

"Tsk... Why did this fat man come so fast today? Yo, boss, we're back."

"Who knows, maybe he's about to start again."

After the two prisoners greeted each other and sat down together, Barton stood on the second floor and started talking:

"I have said it several times. This is a prison, not your battlefield. You should work hard here and express yourself well, so that your relatives and friends outside can see you as soon as possible, right? I said this also for Hello, think about it..."

"Tsk, Patton's Chicken Soup for the Soul has started again..."

Listening to Barton's eloquence on the second floor, the two prisoners sitting next to him lay down on the table in boredom, while Kafka continued to inquire about the news:

"What? Does it end like this every time?"

"You said that? Yes, Patton is the captain of the prison guard here. Every time at this time, he will pretend to come out to stop it, and then say a bunch of beautiful words of chicken soup for the soul. I think it is for the next warden to run for himself. The support rate is higher, especially now that the prison is docked in the mobile city-state, and the warden is often absent, this guy makes himself like the owner of the prison, cut... an idiot."

"Hoho, that's it, typical rights supremacy."

After Kafka finished speaking, another prisoner who was rubbing his hands continued:

"However, today is a bit strange. In the past, even if Barton came, everyone couldn't hold back their hilarity. Today, it is really rare to stop shouting like this. Moreover, when Barton can't cry, Barton should ask for his helper. Here, come in."

While several people were talking, Anthony had already finished reading the book he was holding, and then walked into the hall, and Barton, who was speaking, saw Anthony coming in, smiled and said:

"You should all learn from Mr. Anthony. Although he is a prisoner, he advocates reason and does not use violence easily. He usually likes to read, write, and listen to music. How elegant!"

"Cut... Then why don't you say that people who read novels, code characters, and listen to happy songs are elegant, stupid bird..."