[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

The Los Angeles Prison is a standard prison. Every room has the same furnishings and a very large area, but there is only one bed, one table and one chair. It is depressingly empty.

In addition, Hancock's prison is also filled with various graffiti, from the walls to the ceiling.

Facing Daize's curious gaze, Hancock explained: "When you're bored, it's engraved."

Dai Ze smiled and said, "With fingernails?"

Superman: "Yeah."

"On the way here, I saw a chess and card room, billiards and Internet access, and a big basketball court behind it."

As Dai Ze said, he looked at the wall engraved with various graffiti, and his eyes were attracted by the one sunken in the middle.

As if it was deliberately scraped off.

When I touched it with my fingertips, I could only feel a faint trace, something that started with "D".

One side of his mouth said: "I shouldn't feel bored. This is the most humane prison I have ever seen."

Hancock: "You can't play that alone."

He picked up the only mug in the room on the table, filled a glass of water, and handed it to Daize, his thoughts were interrupted by this sentence, Daize could only give up exploring what the dug up word was.

After licking the corners of his mouth that had been blown dry by the wind, he took the water glass and thanked him, and sat down at the end of Hancock's bed, and Hancock also sat down on the spot.

This Superman seems to have a quirk that likes to sit on the ground, at least this time, Dazzle would ask him why he didn't sit on a chair or other places at first, and Superman just replied "yes" indifferently.

Dazzle could only attribute this to nature.

He took a sip of cold water and changed the subject: "As soon as I woke up, I heard that you were imprisoned, and I was shocked."

"Those people can't catch me."

Dai Ze smiled: "I thought you must have been injured in the accident last time, and it must have been more serious than me. Is there any problem with this body? Is it possible that you will lose your superpower because of this? Those people took advantage of others Dangerous, and you were arrested in prison, most of the criminals in Los Angeles prisons were caught by you, I thought—"

"If you lose your powers, what will happen to you, because I heard that weak people in there will be-"

There was a pause at this point, Hancock raised his eyes, and the person in front of him was holding a mug on his lap, lowered his eyes and sat quietly at the end of the bed, watching his fingertips unconsciously rubbing on the mug, watching him dip His lips became moist and red after soaking in the water, thinking of the rumor about the Los Angeles prison, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"Will be abused."

abuse?

Hancock was silent, which was not quite the same as the rumors he had heard.

However, there is nothing wrong with abuse in general terms.

"I'm afraid you will be bullied."

Daze looked at Hancock: "It's a good thing you didn't have that."

Hancock stared at him for a while, "No one has ever bullied me but you" lingered in his mouth, and finally swallowed it back.

"What about the monitoring screen, why is there only sound but no picture?!"

In the prison monitoring room, the warden stood in front of a snowflake and said angrily, "I want a picture, a picture!"

"There's something wrong with the equipment. It'll be fixed soon, sir."

The technician next to him was sweating profusely, and finally completed the regulation after 10 minutes. The surveillance video flashed, and the vacuum monitor honestly monitored what the two superpowers were doing inside the closed prison gate.

"Keep an eye on it, if there is any sign of escape, report to me immediately!"

"Yes, sir!"

The two jailers immediately stepped forward and stared at the surveillance screen with their eyes fixed.

The scene at the beginning was normal. Hancock and the prison visitor were sitting face to face, one sitting on the bed and the other sitting on the ground. Hancock raised his head and talked to the person. The two sat and chatted in this position for more than an hour. Then the man casually drew a circle in mid-air, and began to dig things out.

Pajamas and pajamas, home toiletries, some instant food and cookies, the two guards began to bite their ears. Usually, relatives who visit the prison will bring some food and supplies. As long as they don’t meet the regulations, there is nothing wrong with them. Mutants have mutants. There is nothing wrong with human pride in a special way.

Then, the two jailers watched as Dai Ze finished taking the daily necessities, and then moved out a fan, a mat, and a refrigerator from the transmission array. Can't stop.

He contacted the jailer closest to the prison to knock on the door to remind him, and then he dispelled Daize's thoughts. He listened to the man complaining in standard English with a bit of accent in the earphone: "There is also a gas stove and range fume. machine."

Is this for imprisonment or for vacation!

Prisoners also have professional ethics, okay?

The guards who have not been able to use gas stoves in the prison until now are outraged.

Another two hours passed, and the mutant looked at his watch, finally showing signs of leaving.

"I have to go."

Hancock stood up from the ground: "I'll see you off."

Dai Ze smiled: "Mr. Prisoner."

Hancock: "Yeah."

Dai Ze: "How are you going to send me?"

As soon as Dai Ze finished speaking, he felt one arm wrapping his shoulders, the other clasping his knees, and as soon as he exerted force, he was picked up.

"Send it like this."

Superman squatted down slightly, kicked hard, and the man had smashed through the ceiling and disappeared in midair.

The main control room panicked immediately.

"Warning, alert, first-class prisoner escape, first-class prisoner escape!"

In the Avengers Building, Thor was still telling Yelena about Asgard, but Yelena was fascinated by it, and insisted on pulling Natasha to listen together.

"The war lasted for decades. The Akasha tribe fought from the border of Thrall to the Black Forest. Seeing that our troops could not hold on anymore, the wild man orangutan king held the Akasha prince he had taken hostage. From the sky—”

"Boom—!"

In the middle of the conversation, something fell from the hollow top, because the force was deliberately controlled so as not to cause the floor to collapse, but the excessive impact force still made them make an unbearable creaking sound.

Thor looked at the two people who suddenly appeared in front of him, and was taken aback for a moment.

The ladies sitting on both sides were the first to react.

Natasha looked at Hancock meaningfully: "The wild man orangutan king?"

Yelena worked hard to cooperate with her idol: "Prince Akasha!"

Prince Akasha, who didn't know what they were talking about, was put on the ground by the savage orangutan king. The savage orangutan king kicked off the ground and jumped into the sky again without a trace.

Daize asked while taking off his coat, "Where are the others?"

"Stark went to join the luxury cruise, the captain and Hawkeye were talking about things in S.H.I.E.L.D., Quicksilver Wanda and Mr. Peter Parker went to school, and now there are only a few of us." After a short pause, Yelena added, " By the way, there is also Dr. Bruce, who is waiting for you in the laboratory."

"Wait for me? Wait for me to do."

Thor stood up from the sofa: "It's about my acclimatization." After speaking, he looked at Yelena, "Is that the word?"

The second-generation widow nodded, and Thor continued: "The big man said that what content and what elements in my muscles exceeded the standard, which may affect some tissues. I just came to Earth, and I probably haven't quite adapted to it."

Suddenly shrouded in the shadow of this 190-meter-high, muscular alien species in front of him, Daize instinctively felt a bit of oppression.

"Go, Prince Akasha, Dr. Banner has been waiting for a while."

Dazzle met Natasha's gaze, and repeated in doubt: "Prince Akasha?"

"That's our demon group, it doesn't matter, let's go brother."

Thor naturally stretched out his arms to embrace Dazzle's shoulders, his blue eyes and golden beard all smiled and pushed him into the laboratory.

There were only two widows left in the hall.

Natasha shaved her nails in boredom.

On days when there were no missions, her comrades were busy with their own affairs, and she almost forgot what to do.

The sofa beside her suddenly sank. Natasha turned her head and met Yelena's bright eyes.

She really didn't want to waste the good vacation... Natasha suddenly said, "How about going to a movie?"

Yelena froze for a moment: "What?"

Natasha repeated: "Watch a movie."

As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone, tapped the screen with red nails on her long, fair fingers, and searched for the latest movies released recently.

After waiting for a while, without waiting for a response, Natasha frowned: "Not going?"

The second-generation widow immediately woke up from the state of shock, and nodded her head like a rattle every minute.

"Go, go, go, go, go, go!"

On the other side of New York, the Los Angeles prison is already in chaos.

Hancock's sudden prison escape caught everyone off guard, and just as the warden was anxiously organizing his useless defense force to capture the fugitive, the Superman flew back again, flying into the one he had knocked out of before. hole.

By the way, he blocked the hole with the iron railing of the prison gate.

The crisis was lifted, and the prison staff wiped off their cold sweat one after another.

Hancock's prison life of unknown duration continues.

Today is the middle of the month, the warden's only holiday every month.

From the beginning of the day, there was an inexplicable mysterious atmosphere in the prison.

At night, the lingering ambiguity is like a curtain pulled down before the opening of a stage play, revealing the real scene hidden inside.

Nowadays.

A day that everyone knows.

There are no female prisoners in the Los Angeles prison, and many bloody prisoners are gradually becoming dissatisfied with serving their sentences only for masturbation. This is the beginning of the rumors in the Los Angeles prison.

The weak will be sodomized.

Before changing the warden, someone said that he had only seen the lifestyle here in one place—the Antarctic scientific research station.

It was heaven and hell, a melting pot of drugs, alcohol, sex and work depression.People who want to work at the Antarctic scientific research station are looking for two things.

money

Or sex.

Of course, as the person at the top of the entire prison pyramid, whether he is weak or not has nothing to do with Hancock.

Superman's senses are several times that of normal people. That night, when Hancock was lying on the bed and was about to fall asleep, he heard obscene voices coming from all directions.

That's what fills up the rave nights at Los Angeles prisons.

Of course Hancock could have kicked the doors one by one to stop them, but in the end he didn't.He pinched two steel bars and stuffed them tightly into his ears, and those voices disappeared without a trace.

The surroundings fell silent in an instant.

Hancock lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Daize's appearance during the day flashed inadvertently in his mind.

The slender young man sat on his bed in what could be called an obedient posture, he said.

Weak people will be abused.

He has never judged Daize's strength positively, but he has never felt that the word weak has anything to do with Daize.But if, the word is relatively weak, at least in terms of size, he and Daize, Daize are relatively weak.

It is as cruel and cruel as the law of the jungle.

The weak will be abused.

Then the strong side is the abuser.

If what he had heard was true, if what he had said was not abuse.

that word.

Under the ceiling, the man's eyes became more and more serious.

Hancock doesn't know how he fell asleep, or even has the notion that he's asleep.

He had a dream.

There were thin moaning sounds from far and near in my ears, different from the previous noisy moans that were completely uninteresting. The thin sound was like claws scratching at the heart, and it was all over the head to toe in an instant. numb.

The surrounding fog parted, and Hancock was in a bathroom.

In front of him was a young man in a white shirt.

The lotus above his head was spraying water, the white shirt was wet and stuck to his body, his lower body was naked, his two long and straight legs were almost suspended on the ground, his waist was held high by black-skinned hands , he propped up the bathroom wall weakly with both hands, bearing the violent impact from the man behind him.

In the diffuse mist, the corners of the eyes were reddened by the man's unreserved sprint, vigorously in and out, and heavy slaps, the man attacked the opponent's highest point one by one, the black genitals and fair skin that could not be tolerated Bringing a strong visual sensory impact, he could only squeeze out a broken sound from his throat.

"Stop, Hancock, stop..."

The familiar voice was as if the hormones had been electrified, and the man responded by clasping the opponent's waist with both hands, speeding up this round of violent conquest.

It all went on for a long time.

So long that night turns into day.

Then Hancock snapped his eyes open, looking at the shot-through ceiling above his head.

He pressed his swollen temples, got up slowly, and sat in a daze for a while before he realized it.Endured it, didn't hold it back.

Swear a bad word.

On the same day, Hancock appeared in a row of people standing at the sink of the Los Angeles prison tacitly washing their underwear.

A few courageous ones cast ambiguous glances while whispering to each other.

"Who is so courageous, that's Superman..."

"I think we need to call the jailer for an emergency call."

Hancock was expressionless.

I don't know the emergency number or how to repair the ceiling.

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