Bandit [strong]

In the darkness is the crisp sound of the wooden stick hitting the hard iron.

Tan Long wanted to control the enemy with one move, but this time he used too much force and smashed too hard, "click", the wooden stick broke violently.

In desperation, he used kung fu to attack his opponent in the dark, but was blocked by the opponent, and an iron fist as big as the mouth of a bowl swept towards his face!

Tan Long couldn't dodge in time.

The steel-like fingers clenched into fists suddenly magnified on his pupil membranes with a thrilling force of destroying the city, and the sharp pain in the nasal bone accompanied by viscous blood splashed a cloud of liquid on the wall!

It was pitch black all around, except for a ray of moonlight leaking from the skylight above the door downstairs, which diffused white light.

The entire huge factory building was empty like a floating ghost, the muffled sound of fists and fists hitting the bone joints, the sharp wind of legs and feet, and the occasional pain-inducing wailing of Young Master Tan.

The ironware and tools hanging on the surrounding walls turned into black shadows with strange shapes at this time, like Shura on a moonlit night with teeth and claws.

Tan Long panicked, and the terrifying aura that hit his face permeated his whole body and soaked into the marrow of his bones.

He realized in a trance that this time he was the one who got the point, what an idiot.

Through the extremely dim eyesight, the person in front of him turned his back to the moonlight, and his eyebrows were completely hidden in the dark, but that sonorous head, broad shoulders, iron fist roaring like an angry dragon, and vicious methods could still who?

He poured glue on three steamed buns, one head and one face, and the delicate skin of a handsome face was ruined and rough. Can this be over?

He played with birds in front of San Mantou naked, openly obscene, can anyone let this matter go?

Tan Long was beaten so hard that he retreated steadily, his bulb-like eyeballs were completely for display in Heitian.He was blindfolded, a big thick sack for goods covered him, and fierce fists and kicks hit him through the sack.

Tan Long huddled in the sack, he was still beaten, he was quite tough, he kept cursing and howling.

"Luo, you are waiting...you...you...you are waiting for grandpa to kill you..."

After an unknown amount of time, the surroundings became quiet, and Young Master Tan crawled out of the sack with blood on his face, threw himself on the iron gate, and shook it desperately.

"I'll fuck your uncle, I'll fuck your grandma! Bastard, let me out, let me out!!!!"

Tan Long was locked into the big iron gate above the stairs on the second floor of the factory building. It was the warehouse, where raw materials and groceries were placed, and was usually locked.

The person who locked him held the key, climbed over the railing of the stairs with one hand, rolled over from the second floor, jumped to the first floor, and was agile and vigorous.

The light from the skylight hit his shoulders, and the man turned his head, squinting his eyes, with a cigarette still in the corner of his mouth, and coldly gave Young Master Tan a sharp and cold look like ice slag.

Tan Longyuan opened his eyes, biting and howling angrily.

"Second Luo!!!... You, you plotted against me, you murdered me, you son of a bitch!!!!"

Luo Qiang stepped out of the factory gate, and ran all the way under the moonlight, moving his figure in the dark night, hiding the shadow cast by his body in the outline of the tree shadow.

He walked around the cafeteria, and was grabbed by an arm protruding from the darkness by the small door of the back kitchen.

"Second, over here..."

Luo Qiang staggered under his feet and was dragged into the small door of the cafeteria.The grocery room is full of pots and pans, brushed and unwashed, as well as piles of Chinese cabbage, white radish, and large potatoes, the "old three items" in the prison cafeteria.

He didn't have a firm footing, he almost stepped on a pot, and his hot body slammed into it. It was the unique smell of steamed buns, his rarest and favorite big steamed buns...

The four lips are sucking and gnawing, the lips and teeth are entangled, the saliva is overflowing, and there is an ambiguous sucking sound.

Shao Jun eagerly stroked Luo Qiang's body, reached into his prison uniform, and touched his body that he could never get tired of seeing on the monitor every day but wanted it so much. Damn it, you're still wearing the new tight underwear!

With a cigarette in the corner of Luo Qiang's mouth, he showed a mocking smile: "Look at this monkey, why can't you get enough to eat?"

Shao Jun panted heavily, touched Luo Qiang's firm buttocks, and squeezed hard: "Are you in no hurry?"

Shao Jun snatched half of the cigarette from Luo Qiang's mouth, put it in his mouth, touched his upper lip to his lower lip, and muttered indistinctly: "I can't get enough to eat, why can't you?"

Luo Qiang's eyes narrowed suddenly, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "See if I can do it..."

As Luo Qiang said, he strangled Shao Jun's neck with an elbow, and kissed him deeply.

"Well……"

Luo Qiang didn't even give Shao Jun a chance to spit out the cigarette butt, so he kissed it so rudely, his long tongue reached Shao Jun's throat, and a smoky smell spread in their mouths.Shao Jun whimpered, his neck was squeezed and forced, the burning sensation spread all over his gums, the hot breath made his whole body burn, struggling, the feeling of electric shock jumped along the thoracic spine to the groin... …

Luo Qiang enjoyed the kiss, enough kisses, and then slowly pulled out his tongue from Shao Jun's mouth, and the half cigarette was still dangling from the corner of his lips.

Bringing back the cigarette from Shao Jun's mouth, Luo Qiang fiddled with the filter nimbly with the tip of his tongue like he was being handsome, and took a puff of smoke, with a provocative smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Your uncle's..."

Shao Jun's hair was disheveled, his face was flushed, and there was still a burst of smoky, hot pleasure in his mouth, which made this bastard feel like he couldn't stop...

Luo Qiang returned the key to Shao Jun.

Shao Jun asked, "Where's that guy?"

Luo Qiang said: "It's closed inside, howling."

Shao Jun bared his teeth and laughed: "That's right! Kill him."

The strategy of killing the turtle in the urn was discussed by the two in advance, and Shao Jun was only responsible for luring Tan Long into the bait.He didn't enter the factory building at all, he dodged people halfway, hid behind the cafeteria and watched Tan Long follow him in, and then used a lighter to signal to Luo Qiang on the second floor.Young Master Tan no matter what he catches traitors today, he can't make a match.

Luo Qiang raised his eyes to look at the person, and hummed with a half-smile: "Yo, didn't you fall in love with him in the bathhouse that day? That kid is not bad-looking, he's quite fair."

Shao Jun sprayed him: "Don't be funny, grandpa, can I fall in love with him? He looks like a hairless monkey!"

Luo Qiang slowly smiled: "Then who do you like?"

Shao Jun reached into Luo Qiang's crotch, grasped the bulging crotch of the bullet underwear, and squeezed out a low gasp and a more aggressive sense of swelling: "What do you think..."

A secret room affair, a moment of joy and passion makes people crazily nostalgic...

The rough impact, the deep throbbing, the aftermath of breathing is difficult.

Shao Jun had one leg wrapped around Luo Qiang's waist, and the back of his head struggled against the wall. In a trance, Luo Qiang was almost about to be knocked into the wall, into his abdominal cavity, and the water came out, pressing him into a humanoid mold on the wall.

The moment Luo Qiang erupted, he bit the bare skin on his chest, biting him so much that he wanted to scream, and the scorching liquid spurted out immediately.

Luo Qiang grabbed a cucumber from the basket and blocked Shao Jun's mouth to prevent him from humming.

The two moaned and shook each other, ejaculated, and ejaculated into each other's belly as they wished.

Shao Jun yanked violently, trembling slowly, and bit off a rather thick cucumber...

The moonlight was beautiful that night, and I slept soundly.

Shao Jun himself was also tired after the indulgence, and fell asleep lying on the table in the monitoring room, snoring a series of little ones, and was awakened by someone knocking on the door early in the morning.

The prison area was very lively in the morning. It is said that a guard who got up early on duty happened to pass by the factory building and found Young Master Tan who had jumped off the building.

Tan Long jumped over the railing from the balcony on the second floor. Originally he wanted to jump into a small bush, but he couldn't find the right place. He rubbed against a cypress tree and hung it on the ground, almost tearing off a layer of branches. The skin, and sprained the ankle, exposing the broken bones.

The unlucky boy wanted to crawl away from the scene, but he couldn't move after a few steps, so he could only take out the whistle he had prepared...

The patrolling policeman found the man after the whistle sound, threw himself on the spot, and caught him again.

Interrogated afterwards, Tan Long claimed that Luo's second child lured him to the factory building, wanted to do something wrong, and beat him up!

The superintendent asked: "How could Luo Qiang trick you into going to the factory? He told you to go and you went?"

Tan Long: "He, he, his bastard deliberately framed me!"

Superintendent: "But Luo Qiang fell asleep obediently in the cell last night and never showed up in the factory building. What evidence do you have that he also went out?"

Tan Long: "That bastard did it! He also locked me on the second floor, and I jumped off the building when I couldn't get out!"

Superintendent: "Luo Er doesn't have a key, how could he lock you?"

Tan Long: "The guy surnamed Shao must have colluded with him and gave him the key! Those two are in the same gang!"

Superintendent: "Nonsense! Officer Shao was on the night shift last night and was in the monitoring room all the time. No. 3213, causing trouble and making trouble for no reason. Count it yourself. How many times have you done this?!"

Young master Tan finally got his wish. He fought hard with Luo Lao Er and put himself in the confinement room for the third time. He also took eight hours of high-intensity ideological reform and political education classes every day for two weeks, and the instructors forced him to reflect on his own crimes. mistake.

When Tan Long came out of the confinement room again, the small sign hanging on his left chest was replaced with the words "Level [-] Strict Control".

Just like that, this guy stopped for more than half a year, died down, and didn't make trouble again.

Luo Qiang had a very comfortable life during those days. Enemies and opponents who heard the news were destroyed, and those who expected the wind to surrender surrendered. In the third prison district, Lao Tzu's family dominates, and no one dares to provoke him.

Lao Laizi, the leader of the third shift, was cured and discharged from the hospital, and moved back to the prison area.

The man had some disabilities in his legs, leaned on a crutch, and walked slowly past the basketball court.There is no way to play ball anymore, and there is no need to work in the factory. The prison area gives preferential treatment to the elderly, weak, sick and disabled prisoners. They are arranged to be on duty in the library or in the factory wearing red hoops, as coordinators, and to help keep track of them. Other prisoners are also paid a salary.

Luo Qiang was squatting on the stone bench beside the basketball court at the moment, quietly smoking a cigarette, watching other players play, and shouting hello occasionally.

Lai Hongbing staggered over and sat down beside Luo Qiang.

Lai Hongbing glanced at Luo Qiang and asked, "Have you cleaned up that brat?"

The corner of Luo Qiang's mouth twitched: "Cleaned up."

Luo Qiang squinted at the person and asked, "Why are you helping me this time?"

Now that Lai Hongbing has been a coordinator, his job is to sit in a corner and stare at the room full of prisoners all the time.

At that time, he reminded Luo Qiang: "Second, there is an eye behind you that has been staring at you recently. Brother, let me remind you, be careful when you walk at night by yourself, don't let that eye trip you someday gone."

Lai Hongbing subconsciously patted his weak leg, turned to look at Luo Qiang: "Luo Er Er, I owe you a favor, and I will pay you back."

Luo Qiang didn't take it seriously: "The matter of the quarry is over, you don't owe me."

Lai Hongbing: "It's not about that."

Luo Qiang raised his eyebrows puzzled.

Lai Hongbing said: "At the beginning, Lao Sheng received black money to 'do' you, and I knew about it."

The last trace of expression on the corners of Luo Qiang's mouth was restrained without a trace, and his gaze gradually turned cold, staring at the person.

Lai Hongbing looked straight at the person without being afraid of Luo Qiang, and said, "That night, the coordinator who cheated on you was not from our team, so you don't know him. I found that person."

Luo Qiang only uttered one word: "Who?"

Lai Hongbing said, "I don't need to tell you who that person is. Since I got him, you should be responsible for this."

Luo Qiang looked at people coldly, breathing out smoke, the light in his eyes was cloudy and uncertain.

"What do you mean by telling me this now?"

Lai Hongbing stretched out a hand, spread out his palm, and extended it to Luo Qiang.

"You crippled Zheng Kesheng's hand. If you want to cripple mine now, I have nothing to say."

"I have been on the road for 30 years, which is longer than your second son Luo spent in the old city. I will go out one day in the future. I can't let the younger generations look down on me. Pay back the favor I owe you You, in the future, you will not owe each other, you want my hand, you take it away."

The two looked at each other quietly, studying the meaning in each other's eyes.

Luo Qiang sneered: "Can you really give up this hand?"

Lai Hongbing raised his chin and scolded: "Grandma, you are a gangster, you think I have never seen it? Is I afraid?"

Luo Qiang took the cigarette away from his mouth and didn't speak again. After a long while, he turned his palm and suddenly thrust the burning cigarette end into the opponent's palm!

puff--

There was a muffled sound as the cigarette butt plunged into the flesh, and the sparks burned the flesh, and there was a faint smell of burning.

Luo Qiang stared at the person in front of him expressionlessly, without pity in his eyes, not even irritability and hatred, his angular cheeks were as hard and ruthless as an axe.

Lai Hongbing didn't speak, just kept silent, holding his hand, watching Luo Qiang crush the cigarette butt into his palm bit by bit, causing horrible festering scars on his flesh...

There was a trace of emotion in the corner of Luo Qiang's mouth, he sneered, and took his hand away, admiring the marks he had burned.

Luo Qiang said, "I want your hand."

Lai Hongbing was very surprised, as if he didn't expect that Luo Erer, who was rumored to be cruel and tyrannical, would let him go so easily.

But how is Luo Qiang living now?Is he still Luo Qiang back then?Squatting in the prison, unable to step out of the second door, looking at the four high walls, looking up at a square of sky.Now only this narrow sky really belongs to him.Within this high wall, the only thing he can keep in his heart is the handsome figure strolling around the playground with his butt twisted.

Luo Qiang is still thinking about messy things in his heart?Still thinking all day long about being fierce, fighting for one's identity, fighting fiercely, provoking trouble, causing trouble for San Mantou, and then implicating Mantou to follow him to be punished?

He definitely won't.

With a leisurely expression on the corner of Luo Qiang's mouth, he threw the unextinguished cigarette butt into his mouth, chewed hard a few mouthfuls, and finally spit it out with a "poof", spit out a ball of saliva mixed with tobacco residue.The bronze-colored skin on his forehead glowed a beautiful golden color under the setting sun...