After being dismantled cp

"Huh?" Charles raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you hear clearly?" The burly man bared his teeth and smiled ferociously, "I said, you little bitch."

"Oh, I understand." Charles stood up, "You said—" He suddenly grabbed the strong man's collar, and made a fist with the other hand, bang!It hit the strong man's abdomen hard.

"Puff, cough, cough!" The strong man spat out a mouthful of fishy-sweet saliva. The severe pain distorted his face, making him even uglier.

Charles grabbed his collar, punched him hard again, and then let go of his hand and stepped back to stand still.

"I get it. You say—you little bitch," he repeated slowly, his aristocratic accent sounding ironic and contemptuous.He looked down at the strong man curled up like a shrimp in pain on the bed, like looking down at a bedbug.

"West End scum," Charles murmured.

"You!" The strong man burst into a rage, swinging his sandbag-sized fist at Charles, with the sound of howling wind.If it is hit, it will inevitably break the bones.

Charles picked up the barbell on the ground, and he showed a bloody smile.

Click!The entire forearm of the strong man collided with the barbell before it could retract in time, and it broke directly, with white bones protruding from the fracture.

"Ahhh!" He wailed and fell back on the bed, clutching his arms in cold sweat, "I'm going to kill you! You bastard... When I uncuff you, I'm going to find a hundred people to beat you!"

Charles groped on the bookshelf by his bed and found a cigarette and a lighter.He sniffed the cigarette, "It smells like hell."

Click, the lighter was ignited, and orange flames shot out.Lighting up Charles' face, the deep silhouette casts deep shadows.He lit the cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Outside, I can crush you with one finger. Garbage." Charles walked up to the strong man and pressed the heavy barbell on his legs to prevent him from violently hurting others.Then, he held the cigarette with two fingers, and dusted the ash on that painfully contorted face.

"I hope the scent can keep you quiet until dawn." Charles randomly tore a few pieces of paper and mixed them with a cloth ball, stuffing them into the mouth of his "roommate", preventing him from calling for help.

Luxuriously furnished living room.The gorgeous chandelier illuminates the luminous marble walls, and illuminates the shackles and leather whips hanging on the four walls - there are also some weird "instruments of torture" that make one's scalp numb just by looking at them.

The tall and thin man was wearing a bathrobe, with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he was gentle and handsome.He took a sip from his teacup, and the computer screen in front of him was the picture of Room 4 in Area B.

In the picture, after dealing with the "roommate", Charles finished smoking, lay back on the bed and fell asleep.It's not like it's the first time to come to prison calmly.

That's right, he is the prince of the Edwards family after all.How could it be an ordinary person.Xi Bai knocked on the table, "What a grumpy kitten." The corners of his mouth curled up, showing that he was in a happy mood.

Demons are back with new pets!At the corner of the table, the person kneeling on the ground trembled.

Crash.Hot tea was poured over his head.He raised his head tremblingly, and Xi Bai was looking at him sideways.The long and narrow phoenix eyes under the lens are gentle, but like the white sun in winter, it makes people feel the bone-chilling cold.

"Toby, wild dog. How many people have you killed this month?" Xi Bai stood up and took off the whip hanging beside him, "Don't pee on my place." Crack!He raised his hand, and the whip made a piercing sound, and it slammed on Toby's back.The wound immediately became red and swollen.

Xi Bai slapped him expressionlessly, but Toby's dog-like reaction soon bored him.He put on his gloves, strangled Toby's neck and brought him up in front of him, "Next time, if someone dies next time, your father won't be able to keep you." He smiled and watched Toby's face gradually turning purple.

"Ho-ho-" Toby breathed out of his throat with difficulty, and the hand that was strangling him finally let go.He breathed desperately like he was coming back to life, wishing to suck all the air into his lungs.

"Got it..." he said hoarsely, the sharp pain in his throat almost made him lose his voice.

Xi Bai took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can, and sat back on the wide swivel chair, "This is the last time." He picked up a few pieces of archive paper from the desk, tore them in half, and threw the pieces on Toby's face.

This is the file of the other prisoners killed by Toby.Xi Bai tearing it up in front of him means that these few will be reported as sick and dead, and they will be written off.

"As a price, your father gave me a large amount of goods." Xi Bai lit a cigar, but didn't smoke it, just held it in his hand and let it burn.He looked down at Toby who was kneeling on the ground, and threw down a M gold lightly.

"This is your share. Take it and go back, confinement for three days."

Tobi picked up the money with amnesty, crawled back on his knees, and closed the door.

Xi Bai was the only one left in the room.

Xi Bai looked at the cigar, he didn't like tobacco, but when he saw Charles smoking a cigarette just now, his heart moved subtly.The way that man sucks in and out of a cigarette, so damn sexy!

He called up Room 4 in Area B to replay.The picture freezes on the picture of Charles smoking a cigarette. The red-haired man's deep eyebrows and eyes are shrouded in smoke, melancholy and arrogant.

Make people—want to destroy him, humiliate him, trample him.

"I'll put a collar on you and turn you into my puppy. I'll ride you and make you bark." Xi Bai held a cigar between his fingertips, and the mirror reflected sparks that ignited little by little.

A gentle and handsome man with a cold white face, careless, abstinent and dangerous.The shadow of the light shone on the floor, but twisted like a ghost.

Two female prison guards escorted Toby towards his cell.Toby crumpled the one-M banknote into a ball with a gloomy expression. He stopped, pinched the female prison guard's face, and stuffed the paper ball into her mouth.

The female prison guard chewed and swallowed the banknotes with a smile on her face.

Toby's sullen expression eased a little. He took out a bag of drugs and stuffed it into the female prison guard's bra, patting obscenely, "Stay in my room tonight."

The female prison guard exchanged a wet kiss with him hotly.Not to be outdone, another female prison guard touched Toby's well-developed chest muscles, "Honey, don't forget me."

Surrounded by the woman's soft body, Toby was a little ready to move, and he wanted to kill again.But, even if he kills one more person, that evil spirit Xi Bai will definitely do what he says!Thinking of Xi Bai's name, he shuddered reflexively, and his murderous desire was instantly frozen, together with the rape.

"Get out." He pushed the prison guard away, "Send me to the closed room."

The confinement room is the place where prisoners are punished in Prison Z. It is a small and closed room without light.Unable to communicate with the outside world.The scariest thing is not only the darkness, but also the sound.

The psychiatrist will test all prisoners when they are in prison, and formulate a special plan for each person.

For example, Toby, the doctor prescribed water for him.There was the sound of water dripping in his confinement room, and he kept thinking about it.Think about it, the dead darkness, the continuous sound of water drops.It will make him terrified, crazy!

Someone is afraid of the chewing sound, so during his confinement time, the chewing sound will torture his nerves from a small corner 24 hours a day.

No one survived more than seven days in a solitary confinement cell.

Of course, Prison Z is full of thugs with blood on their hands, not worthy of pity.

Charles slept peacefully the first night he came to the prison. Those screams and the sound of banging on the railing did not disturb his sweet dreams at all.In fact, those humble worms didn't affect him at all.His precious energy will be reserved for the next day's tough battle.

As the first ray of sunlight crossed the high grid of Prison Z, the piercing ringing of bells rang throughout the prison.All prisoners should get up, perform physical labor, and then have breakfast.Then there is a time for free activities, and any behavior that does not cause life or serious disability is allowed.

Even in prison, Charles' good biological clock wakes him up on time.When the prison guard opened the cell door, he had already washed and dressed.He even nodded to the prison guard in a good mood.

The prison guard who opened the door was surprised that he was still intact, and Anderson, the stone crusher, didn't break the bones of this red-haired boy?

Then, he saw Anderson, whose leg was pressed down by a barbell, and one hand was still handcuffed to the bed rail, which was done by the prison guard.But the bones with white skin and flesh exposed, and the cloth stuffed in his mouth.It has nothing to do with them!

It's the masterpiece of that red-haired boy!

Prison guards had already made preparations to pick up the limbs of the newcomers, but it was Anderson who was seriously injured.Now it seems that it is as unbelievable as the little white rabbit fighting against the Tyrannosaurus rex!

He looked at Charles, raised his gun vigilantly and stepped back, as fearful and cautious as a human being when facing a tiger in a cage.He kept his gun pointed at Charles, his raised arm trembling slightly.The moment he exited the door, he locked it suddenly, put down his gun and picked up the pager with relief, "No. 4, Area B. Broken right forearm! First aid!"

From the beginning to the end, Charles looked calm.

The prison doctor carried Anderson away, and the prison guard knocked on the iron fence door, "You should come out, remember your number, this morning's labor is weaving. You can find an old hand to teach you, if the share is not up to standard, you will not have breakfast .”

"Sounds like an interesting activity." Charles stood up.

Many of the labor projects in No. Z Prison are not very large. It is worth mentioning that the tasks in different districts are often different. Area A has the lightest labor, and the amount of labor increases sequentially from A to D.And the workplaces in the four districts are separated, which avoids some disputes.

To weave is to weave rope and make some patterns.These handmade products will be taken out for sale.

The venue is large enough to accommodate thousands of people. Prisoners in prison uniforms sit at a table. The table is filled with ropes of various colors, and plastic baskets are placed on the side.After the end, the prison guards will count the finished products in the box.

Charles walked to the table corresponding to his number and sat down. He had never done handwork before, and he didn't know how to do it at all.But that didn't bother him.

He looked at the old prisoners who were knitting, carefully observing their movements, and finally finished the pattern.Then, he picked up the rope on the table, tried to weave a few threads, and then unraveled.But I quickly found the hand feeling, and a new braided rope was freshly baked.

very simple.Satisfied, Charles threw his work into the plastic basket.

"Hey." At this moment, a voice came from behind him.

It was a young man with slightly brown skin. "Hello."

Charles had an impression of him, he remembered all the faces on the prison van with him.This man is one of them.

"You can call me Harry." The young man took the initiative to say, "I'm in Area A, maybe we can cooperate."

"Cooperate for what?" This person was not injured in Area A, and he was assigned to Area A as soon as he arrived, so there must be something special about him.Either the circumstances of the crime are serious, such as serial killers, or they are targeted by people with background.

"I guess you haven't heard of the Z prison game." Harry said mysteriously.