escape from prison

The women's prison in City A is a big place, located in a big mountain.The air is clean and the view is nice, and of course it would be even better if I wouldn't be locked in.

Towering high walls, tightly closed prison doors, dangerous and terrifying power grids, and strict guards.Very depressing, giving people a sense of hopelessness.I used to see the four corners of the sky in the prison described by others in novels. In fact, after entering, I found that the sky is not narrow, but the sky is very vast, and white clouds can still be seen coming and going gracefully.It's just that I'm no longer free, although I don't seem to have ever been free.

"Name?"

"Chu Ci."

"louder!"

"...Chu Ci."

"What a strange name..."

I clearly heard the two police officers who took the notes whispering.

"age?"

"25."

"What's wrong with it?"

"Manslaughter."

A few guards immediately looked at me with that kind of slightly surprised eyes.

"How many years was the sentence?"

"Five years."

Regardless of whether people admit it or not, high-level black-market boxers do possess the world's strongest unarmed killing techniques.Orthodox fighters despise them, but deep down they fear them.It is difficult for people to accept emotionally: the strongest fighting techniques in the world do not come from heroes that people worship, but from these ruthless killing machines. Perhaps this is the cruelest part of fighting.Black market boxers are not heroes, they are more like monsters in people's hearts.They live on the fringes of society.People try to convince themselves that such a group of people and such terrible hand-to-hand combat techniques do not exist in the world.But they still exist.

Black market boxers are banned in most countries, but they are banned repeatedly.Huge economic interests and the instinct of human cruelty may be the source of the black boxing market.In the dark boxing ring, there will always be fighters fighting bloody battles. Today's winner may become a corpse tomorrow.Teenagers have even been spotted at Siberian black market boxing camps, little street fighters who think street boxing is the best way to make their fortunes.There are often children who clenched their fists, with a cold gleam in their eyes, "When I earn enough money here, I will buy a villa in Moscow. Even if I can't become a boxing champion, no one will dare to mess with me in the future. "

I am an orphan, my father picked me up, and I have learned boxing from him since I was a child.Dad is a very powerful person, but except for me, no one knows that Dad was the overlord of a certain underworld in a foreign country 20 years ago, and he was also the underground boxing king there.It is said that later, the father killed a person, and the father said that that person was very important to him.But he was beaten to death by his own hands, and the old man has never recovered since then.He gave up everything he originally owned, and ran back to China to hide his identity. By chance, he picked me up.

Daddy's surname is not Chu, but no one knows his name, and neither do I. He just asked me to call him Daddy.My name comes from the title of a book "The Songs of Chu", but no one has ever called me that except my father. I was sent to the black market by my father to fight in the black market since I was a child. Since then, everyone has only called me One name: "Mad Dog."

I am a complete boxing idiot, as long as I am still in the fighting arena, I will definitely beat my opponent to death with all my might.Of course, there are also situations where a group of people stop them and let the opponent save a life.Since I really stepped into the boxing ring, I have never lost a match. Even if I was beaten beyond recognition with blood all over my face, I would get up again, clenched my fists again, and pounce on my opponent like a mad dog .The sentence that my father told me the most since I was a child is: "You always remember that the first punch must be divided into life and death."

It is normal to kill people in the underground boxing ring. The people who open the boxing ring are gangsters, and they will handle the boxers who are beaten to death very well. Over the years, I have lost count of how many people I have beaten to death. , I can’t remember exactly how much money I earned for my father, and even, I can’t remember whether I’m still a human being.Or, I really have become a 'mad dog'.

This time something happened, I killed a very flamboyant-looking boxer, a man under 30 years old, his body was not muscular, but he looked confident.Before the fight, I saw someone carrying a box to find Dad. That kind of box is very familiar. People often carry this kind of box in the underground boxing ring. Without exception, it is full of banknotes.Maybe someone wants to bribe Dad and ask me to release the water, I thought so at the time, but until the end, many people rushed into the field to stop me, until I went to beat that person to death desperately, Dad didn’t either He told me to put water on it.Papa was never short of money, and I knew it.

Later, it became what it is now.It was only after I got out of the boxing ring that I found out that the man I beat to death was the younger brother of a well-known gang boss in the underworld.So, as soon as I stepped out of the boxing ring, I was surrounded by hundreds of people with machetes. I didn't even suspect that they had guns in their arms.Later, it was the boss of the boxing ring who came forward to communicate, and I was spared from being chopped into meat sauce by those people at that time.

But that younger brother was beaten to death by me as the boss of the gang, and he didn't let it go.I don’t know who called the police, I was arrested, and the court ruled that I was manslaughter. At the last moment when I was arrested, my father looked at me indifferently, and only left a sentence: "I am alive inside, and I will solve the problem. I'll come to pick you up."

I never doubt what my father said. In my impression, my father is a very magical person, he can solve any problem.Perhaps, this time I went to prison is also what he meant, an alternative means of protection, maybe.

"Take them clean!" shouted an older police officer.

The two guards standing aside immediately rushed over and escorted our group to wash.

In the washing room, the guard asked us to stand against the wall without taking off our clothes. The guard immediately opened the water valve and shot us with a high-pressure water gun.

"Oh!"

As soon as the water jet was turned on, the person who was sprayed first was directly sent flying to the wall, making a loud impact sound.

"what!"

"Fuck!"

"Do you want to kill people?!"

"stop it!"

Except for me who was still standing still, the rest of them all wailed and screamed violently.

"Shut up! If you keep yelling, I'll kill you! Either don't come in, and I'll take it well!" A short-haired guard shouted angrily, pulled out his baton from his waist, and swung it over. The person who was beaten screamed, and tears welled up in his eyes, but no one dared to continue crying loudly.

I let the water jet hit my body without making a sound. This kind of close-range high-pressure water jet hits the body of ordinary people really hurts. You may only see a large red mark on the surface, but the internal organs will definitely suffer a lot of damage .However, this level of injury has little effect on me. The place where my father taught me to punch is equipped with a high-pressure water gun. In order to exercise my muscles to resist the hardness of the punch, I have resisted this level of water column since I was a child.

"Oh, not bad, there are still people who can withstand high-pressure water guns!" The guard with the baton sneered at me disdainfully, and then spat on my instep.

Maybe outside, I must have kicked her head off by now, and then stepped on the stuff coming out of her head, slowly admiring how she went from twitching to freezing...

But I'm in jail now... Daddy's coming for me, I can't make trouble.

Seeing that I was silent, the guard thought I had coaxed her, so he snorted in satisfaction and turned off the high-pressure water gun.Then they took us to change clothes.

Prison uniforms here are different from other places.I have seen black and white striped prison uniforms on TV, but here is a uniform navy blue. I later discovered that this color is to cover up certain things that should not happen in prisons...

The author has something to say: This is an article I wrote before, originally called [Chu Ci], just like the big thief, I picked it up and finished it.This article may be a little violent. After all, the content of the story takes place in a prison. I am very sorry if it causes discomfort to the bosses.The update time is unstable. Sometimes it may be delayed for a few days without an update, and sometimes it may be updated for a dozen chapters in one breath. After all, it is a working dog.It's still an old saying, don't spray if you don't like it, I'm just a rookie.