Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

Taylor was alone in his cell.

The sudden opening of the cell door made him sit up vigilantly, and in the dark field of vision, he saw a familiar figure quickly walk into the room.

"Mr. Lester...?" Taylor shrank towards the end of the bed, looking at Little Brown standing in front of him with a puzzled expression, "What's the matter? Why did you come here...?"

Little Brown walked to the pool without saying a word, put the plug into the hole at the bottom of the pool, turned on the faucet, and he turned on the water to the maximum.

"You have thoughts about him."

The two people in the cell knew exactly who the "he" was referring to.

Taylor's lips trembled, his watery blue pupils trembled, and he said in a low voice, "I'm just very grateful to Mr. John..."

"Then things will be easier to handle." Little Brown said, he closed his eyes lightly and walked in front of Taylor. Before the other party could react, he grabbed Taylor's neck with one hand, and with five fingers, he pulled him up from the bed. to his side, and pushed the brown head into the already full pool.

Little Brown was expressionless.

Taylor struggled desperately, but the seemingly thin little Brown suppressed his body as if it weighed a thousand catties, Taylor had to swallow a lot of water, and the feeling of suffocation made his brain confused.

"In this prison, you are the most free prisoner I have observed. There are no inmates, and the prison guards never bother you. Maybe you are really innocent, but I would rather kill one by mistake than let you die." He bears the risk of being victimized." Little Brown said lightly, pushing the head under his hands a little further, Taylor was forced to grunt in pain, and more water poured into his nasal cavity and windpipe.

"Besides, I've wanted to kill you for a long time." Holding the person firmly until the other person finally stopped the useless struggle, Little Brown did not lift Taylor's head out of the water, and kept the dead body that had stopped breathing in a drowning position Enron sank in the water.

"I hate all those who have plans for him." Little Brown finally said.

After staying in prison for a long time, even the concept of time will become blurred.

The prisoner who walked out of the cell rubbed his head and muttered that it was raining again. Although it was not big, it was annoying enough. The prisoners who followed behind reacted belatedly, and the seasons alternated between chaos and peace. Changed again.

"This place is as wet as a whore's vagina."

A voice came from a group of white people who got together. The prison guard looked over here, but didn't answer. He continued to smoke the cigarette in his hand with a smile, and leaned his back on the fence with a gloating expression.

The pasture was so wet that there was no place to stay, and several drops of rain had fallen, and it was about to rain heavily, but the prison guards would not treat the prisoners so well, they would let the wind out when they should, and they didn't care whether the prisoners would be wet or not rag.

There was a rumbling sound from the exhaust pipe. Someone turned his head and looked over. The dark car slowly drove into the prison gate and stopped outside the grass field. Then the door opened, and several prison guards with guns stepped down from above After yelling a few words into the car, men came down in an uneven line one after another. More than a dozen men were handcuffed and followed the prison guard's buttocks around the pasture with messy steps. However, it seems that they are all newcomers who have not changed into prison uniforms.

Now the prisoners in the pasture had some fun, they began to yell at the newcomers outside, the prison guard pretended to yell at them a few times, knocked on the fence a few times with their gun barrels, and then let them go.

Sun Qiao was in a position where he could have a panoramic view of the picture. He saw prisoners in prison uniform reaching out and touching the buttocks of a few newcomers. After jumping away, he immediately received a sap from the prison guard. The funny scene made the instigators laugh.

However, a few rookies looked very calm, and I don't know if they are pretending.

After the prisoners had finished their briefing, someone passed Taylor's cell on the way back to the cell. All the supplies in his room had been cleared out and cleaned up. Everything was as neat as ever, as if no one had ever lived in it.

A man with a dirty mouth in the queue sneered, and said the news he had heard from nowhere: Taylor was found with his head in the pool, his pants on the floor, and a dirty mouth in his anus. semen.

Sun Qiao looked at Little Brown. With his golden head drooping, he looked a little sleepy. He frowned and yawned.He didn't look like he heard the chatter of the prisoners, and the man continued to chatter from the sidelines.

"What's wrong with you?" Sun Qiao closed the iron door of the cell, and looked up at Little Brown who was sitting on the bed.

"I saw Andrew, in the crowd of newcomers, a little further away, but I'm pretty sure it was him."

Sun Qiao frowned, "That Andrew?"

"Yes, that executioner," Little Brown's eyes focused on a certain cell in the middle of the second floor, from which a figure could be vaguely seen sitting behind the door, his voice was a little trance, "John, we are here Do you think it was a coincidence that you met him?"

Andrew is the most trusted person of Old Brown. No one knows his real name. Old Brown admires this murderous man very much, and even chooses the name 'Andrew' for him. When he passed the inheritance rights of the Brown family and began to vigorously clean up all the businesses of the Brown family, this Russian man named Andrew secretly helped him do a lot of shameful things.

Some even called him 'Andre the Executioner'.

Sun Qiao pondered, "What are you going to do?"

Little Brown turned his head to look at Sun Qiao, "Go and greet me first," he said, with a gloomy chill in his lowered eyes, "If possible, solve it."

At night, Little Brown sat on the bed and waited for the night to fall completely, listening to the prisoner's snoring gradually sounding around him.

He stayed for a while, and after confirming that there was no one in the aisle with the protruding mirror, he opened the cell door and walked out. Through the dark aisle and one iron door after another, Little Brown came to Andrew's door.

The moment he opened the cell door with the key, Andrew on the bed opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed the intruder's right hand with both hands, and threw Little Brown to the ground—please believe Little Brown's judgment at that moment, This fall is definitely not the strength that an ordinary person should have.

The back of Brown's head rubbed against the wall, and a burning pain started from the scalp and spread to every nerve. The dense pain almost paralyzed all his senses. Little Brown gritted his teeth and stood up, only to find that Andrew had already jumped off the ground. On the bed, the muscular Russian man closed the cell door tightly, and the black man who lived with Andrew had long since disappeared.

That lumbering black man was moving so fast!

Little Brown didn't even have time to resist. During the fight, he felt that the man was pressing his shoulder with one hand, and the other hand was grabbing his right arm and began to pull it forcefully. Little Brown was almost crushed by the severe pain at the junction of his flesh and bones. The tooth was broken, and blood with a fishy smell gushed out quickly as the tissue was torn.

The black man pinched Little Brown's right hand and folded it backwards, followed by the sound of bones breaking. He was almost helpless and could only let Andrew kick him. Little Brown knelt on the ground in cold sweat, and he was so painful Gasping, the black man grabbed his almost crippled right hand from behind, and pushed him hard to signal Little Brown to look up. With his green eyes raised, Little Brown stared at Andrew who walked up to him in a few steps.

"Master Brown, it's so late, what do you want to do?"

Andrew's voice was very low, he slowly squatted down in front of Little Brown, and reached out to pat the boy's pale cheek.

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