[Comprehensive] Ambition Execution

Lifa is probably the affiliation between the bodyguard and the young master." Judgment.

An island prison affiliated with the CFC.

It will take about a day and a night with a small yacht, but in order to avoid prison escape, the supplies are dropped by helicopters.

Inside the prison, there is a back-shaped multi-storey structure. Looking down from a height, you can only see the dense iron gates glowing with steel blue light.Like countless stacked dog cages.A densely packed dog cage.A back-shaped prison with dog cages and dog cages stacked together.

Locked up here, ferocious wolves, cunning foxes, cold-blooded snakes, wretched hyenas...

Each cage held two prisoners who were either violent or coercive partners.Even before the release time, the prisoners were all asked to stay in their cells, and the prison was still noisy.The sound of bored prisoners knocking on the iron door, exaggerated laughter because of pornographic jokes, the screams, booing, and insulting sounds of the abused... It was a lot of noise.

"FUCK! (panting) FUCK!..."

Mungo and Kiriwar lived on the third floor - the highest cell.

The room with only bunk beds, chairs and flush toilets smelled of cold cement.Because the two men who lived there were too tall, it made the already cramped room even more congested.Meng Ge was lying on the lower bunk, and the jerry-built bed was less than two meters long. He had to prop up his upper body to let his legs lie flat.A red hooded coat hung on the railing at the head of the bed, and her blond hair spread across her shoulders.The stretched back is like a big roc spreading its wings, showing precise tattoos without omission.The tattoo is still intact, but the color is no longer bright.

One hand was pressed on Meng Ge's back, and against the brilliant blond hair and light golden skin, the wheat-colored skin of that hand looked more hearty.

Kiriwar helped Gunji draw the tattoo.

The tip of the tattoo pen made indentations on the skin, and the fresh black flowed out.

Kiriwar pressed against Gunji's skin. Gunji's skin is so delicate that even Kiriwar's 5.3 eyesight can't see the pores on it clearly.

The man lying gracefully on his stomach frankly showed his back to the man who won the title of "terrible newcomer" when he first entered the prison.

"Hey, young master."

That's what they called him.

The man who walked into the prison with the footsteps of a king's inspector had a demeanor that made people jealous.Even the dust in the prison fled away from him.

The tattoo pen slid down to the waist, Kiriwar patted Meng Ge's ass: "Hey, princess~"

— Time to paint the tattoo on the butt.

Meng Ge lifted his chin from the pillow, puffed up his crotch, and loosened his belt——

"FUCK! Oh! FUCK!"

That fat guy with a lot of lung capacity across the way—the cock-rapist who loves cock-rape, the idiot who yells “FUCK” every time he fucks—has been barking for 30 minutes?Still an hour?

Similar plays are staged almost every day.

Should be numb?

No, still very grumpy.

Although I know that this kind of thing will happen/happen in the past, now, and in the future, maybe every wall and every corner in the prison has been thickened with semen...but I am still very irritable.

"I bet a cigarette 'Walrus' can smoke for 2 hours this time!"

"Two cigarettes in 2 hours and 20 minutes!"

"Three cigarettes! Bet that the weak chicken will get prolapsed!"

Whistles, laughter, and increasingly excited "FUCK" and wailing of continuous exhaustion.

Meng Ge got up from the bed, the loose waistband of his trousers slipped slightly, hanging on the narrow hip bone.

"boom--!"

The iron door flew out, impacted on the railing of the corridor, and then fell from the third floor, before it could distinguish the turning from the ground floor.The iron-black chair, which was supposed to be welded to the indoor floor, flew over the "mouth"-shaped area between the back-shaped cells with a strong arm force, and hit the iron door of the opposite door almost straight in a weak parabolic arc. .

"frame--"

The huge force shook the eardrums of the prisoners, not to mention the residents who were directly facing the bombardment-the sharp sound of the steel colliding made the walrus tremble suddenly, and premature ejaculation.There was a moment of silence in the prison, with the echo of steel remaining.

And the distraught voice of the blond man standing in the twisted doorjamb: "Shut up—fat trash."

It's funny to add the prefix "fat" to garbage.The prisoners clutching the irons looked at each other, recalling the basketball-clapping bellies of the 'Walrus' and the pair of choppy bitch tits, silently reminiscing.

Although they don't look like lovers, there is a strange ambiguity in the way the hedgehog-haired man and the blond man get along.

Just like at this very moment, during the rare wind-blowing time, the blond man is basking in the sun on all fours, while the man with the hedgehog head provides his thighs as human pillows, and the fingers of one hand are combing the blond hair on his legs, and then brushing those hairs that have covered his eyes. The bangs...weaved into twists.

Whether it is for the guy who made the twist or the guy who was twisted, this is a very... thing.

No one shot at Kiriwar and Gunji not because of fear, but because these people are watching, spying.The wolves, who are sensitive to the aura of the strong and do not easily attack, are waiting for their prey to reveal their fatal weakness.

If it wasn't for the innocent passers-by who were blown out of their brains by Kiriwar, maybe those people would still insist on the judgment that "the guy with the hedgehog head and the young blond hair are probably the affiliation of the bodyguard and the young master".

Meng Ge's sleep was a bit upside down because of the drug-drowsiness during the day and insomnia at night-of course, it may be that the last drug-addiction felon made him feel a little down.

There is no green lawn on the ground where the grid is pulled for the prisoners to bask in the sun, only rough cinders and gravel.Although there is a smell of dust in the air, the sunlight can make people drowsy. Kiriwar sat in a corner away from the crowd, while Mongol lay down beside him in a light sleep.

Geographic location often gives people psychological hints.

It's like a passerby who doesn't pay attention to the two of them stands and laughs loudly.

Kiriwar lifted his drooping eyelids tiredly, propping up one leg, one arm resting on his knee.The other long leg stretched forward, resting on a blond head.

Kiriwar opened his eyes not because of the noises around him.Instead, the head that Gunji was leaning on honestly began to move restlessly.

Kiriwar pulled his leg out and Gunji's head slid to the ground.The way he pumped his legs was not so gentle that Gunji's head was covered in soot. Kiriwar snapped a pipe on one side—

This move attracted two people who laughed wildly.

And countless bystanders—those pretending to be chatting with their companions or playing with stones—greed up this information greedily, calculating Kiriwar's combat power on the fly.Infrared beams from the guns carried by the guards on the towers swam dangerously across the field.Small red fish floated over the faces of the prisoners.

The tall man holding the iron pipe walked in front of the two men who were still making noise——

The extremely fast swing speed makes people unable to see the rise and fall of the steel pipe clearly.

All I saw was that the wine-red-haired man was thrown out, and hit the wall diagonally behind the hedgehog-haired man at an unbelievable angle.The back of the man's head, which should have been raised, sank limply.The skull was smashed.Maybe the brains were flowing into a pile of paste in that layer of squishy scalp.

The other man quickly reacted and shot.

Without dodging, Kiriwar bumped his knee into his stomach.

When the man was short, a steel pipe passed in the past, and the ulna of the arm used to block it was shattered, and the end of the steel pipe went over the arm and hit the face, and the cheekbones were also shattered.The saliva from the corners of the mouth was flowing down uncontrollably because of the distorted face.

In addition to the pain, there should be a concussion of indistinguishable degree-the second man was lying on the ground, unable to distinguish between life and death.

The man who put away the steel pipe went back to the corner and sat again.

It is still the posture of propping up one leg and stretching one leg.

Hustle is dead.It is said that there is no sound.The sun shone down unscrupulously. Kiriwar rubbed the blond head that was up to his legs.

The author has something to say:

Although I had such a terrible disease as "one code word will cause the hairline to recede and claustrophobia attack, I feel like dying", but I still worked hard to overcome the torture caused by the disease, struggling on the edge of the keyboard...

Uncle is also very cruel when he is gentle →＿→

I have time to correct typos in the future [um...

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Thank you for the landmines, my dears [Is it okay to use this kind of thing to satisfy the vanity of scumbag legs? →_→ Summer is coming. The hairy physique expresses my worry. Even the girls who are brothers and sisters like bare chest muscles , this makes me feel so embarrassed...