violent love affair

In addition to the warrant for immediate release issued by the FBI in Daville City, there is also a job transfer: Kailin will be demoted from a D3-level senior executive deputy director to a D1-level administrative director due to violation of the suspect's custody procedures.

Joan put her arm around Kailin's shoulder who had just received the order, and asked a little worriedly, "Kailin, are you okay?"

Kailin squeezed the transfer order letter in her hand tightly, with such force that the words on the paper were distorted into a fuzzy mess: "I'm... fine."

It's just that the words she said were obviously trembling, and Qiao An, who had been her partner for more than ten years, felt even more distressed beyond words.

After calming down, Kailin smoothed out the transfer letter carefully, and said casually: "It's nothing, after the demotion, the salary and bonus are just a little less, and you are still D3. It won't have much impact."

Joan felt even more uncomfortable when she heard the words, but she could only change the subject and said: "Don't be discouraged, Kailin. Even if Du can escape the legal trial this time, we will have the next chance, the next chance! We will definitely arrest him went to prison."

"Impossible." Kailin said calmly and somewhat desperately, "Do you still remember the day we arrested him, he told us that he was going to bid for this year's ordnance replacement cooperation project of the U.S. Marine Corps... He was doing this Insinuating us that we have a 'pass' issued to him by the government."

"I joined the FBI with the desire to put an end to all the darkness and ugliness in the world, and I haven't let up for a single day in the past ten years." Kailin continued, "But the longer I do it, the more serious I will feel. Feeling powerless. Mafia bosses and arms dealers like Du Zhuoyang can sell guns and bullets to anywhere in the world. Even the uncivilized indigenous tribes will spend all they have to buy such murderous weapons. In order to be able to kill your own people more efficiently! One of his words is right: we have an unparalleled talent in killing our fellow man. But, do you know what is more terrifying than this?"

Kailin suddenly became excited, she grabbed Joan's arm forcefully, and shouted in a tone that was so painful that she was about to collapse: "What's more terrifying than this is that the human government will promote or even take the initiative to go to the world for its own benefit. Do this dirty work!"

Qiao An hurriedly patted her on the back with her hands, and repeatedly comforted her: "Karin, calm down, things are not as complicated as you think."

"Don't you understand?" Kailin looked at him sadly, "It is our government, the government of the United States of America, that sent weapons, wars and even drugs to the world after passing all the underworld bosses including Du Zhuoyang. They want them everywhere!"

She grabbed another release order on the table and waved it angrily: "Now do you know why the Ministry of Justice ordered the release of Du Zhuoyang? It's not that we have insufficient evidence, and it's not that we violated any judicial procedure! It's...it's They need such hands to deal with those shady things for them that will get their hands dirty!"

When Fang Shuping arrived at the Weil City Police Station and saw the two FBIs who arrested Du Zhuoyang at that time, Kailin, who had finished venting her hysteria, had packed up her emotions and said coldly to Fang Shuping, "Mr. Fang."

Fang Shuping took off the pair of smoky crystal sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, smiled and nodded to her as a greeting: "I told you a long time ago that this was a misunderstanding, but the two of you just didn't believe it. You have to hit your head and bleed before you give up."

Kailin sneered, picked up the release order and slapped it on the table, without saying a word, turned and walked out of the room.

Fang Shuping, who is far less calm than he appears on the surface, has already flown to the Senakia State Prison, more than 500 kilometers away, with a heart. After seeing the release order on the table, he immediately threw it away. Playing the rhythm of B, stepped forward to grab it and ran out quickly.

This time, he forced Aki to find him a Bugatti Veyron, which can drive at a top speed of 400 kilometers per hour on the road—the uneasy premonition in his heart has not stopped since knowing that Zhuo Yang was imprisoned in the state prison However, now it became more and more serious with the delay of time, the place under the chest was bulging and churning, and the feeling of palpitation almost broke through the heart.

Hurry up... Hurry up!

Du Zhuoyang feels very bad now. Two hours after taking the unknown drug, he felt many times that he was on the verge of losing control.

However, the rationality that was about to cross the border was pulled back within the safety line with great self-control every time, although the price was the corners of the lips that were scarred by biting and the deep blood marks embedded in the palms by nails.

What he didn't know was that in the eyes of people who knew that he had taken a large dose of α-1, his behavior would be a miracle that could not be believed unless he saw it with his own eyes.

This drug, named after the Greek initials, is a biological agent that extracts toxins from a snake less than 20 centimeters deep in the humid and hot rainforest of South America, and neutralizes the toxicity.A very small amount is enough to affect the nerve fiber system of the human body, and stimulate the nerve endings to become more sensitive and sensitive.Under these conditions, any external information received by the nerve terminals will stimulate the endocrine glands to secrete a high-efficiency biologically active substance.

The most powerful effect of this substance is to trigger uncontrollable sexual impulses.

Affected by the unneutralized residual toxin in α-1, no matter what Du Zhuoyang sees, he will reflect a large illusory and dazzling light spot on his retina, and the distorted light will bring multiple eccentricities that make people want to indulge go in.The perception of being in prison made him endure not only mental and sensory torture, but also a great sense of crisis and a greater sense of being out of control.

After all...it's still too careless...

Du Zhuoyang clearly felt the large beads of sweat condensed on his back slowly rolling down along the texture of his skin...

Just such a detail that can't be noticed on weekdays is infinitely magnified in the perception, and even the damp and hot traces left by sweat and the faint touch are colored with pure desire.

His attention was chaotic and scattered. Lights, air, breathing, blood flow, heartbeat, other people's gazes, the touch of clothing on his body...all formed small whirlpools to pull his attention desperately. Under the interference, there is a kind of anxious emptiness slowly protruding from the bottom of my heart with messy touch.

Du Zhuoyang bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and after the blood in his mouth became more intense, the pain finally made him regain his sanity.

He tried his best to straighten his waist... Although the friction of the clothes brought about by this action was so heavy and sweet, he still kept the faintest trace of clarity in his eyes.

——It’s almost 11 o’clock...

Lights out at the state prison is 11 p.m. sharp.

But for Du Zhuoyang, the coming darkness after lights out is the real beginning of danger.

He counted his heartbeats, and suddenly felt that the passage of time was both fast and slow: every second passed by, and the pain of great shame also seemed short and stretched...

Finally, he heard the radio in the prison blare loudly, it should be a routine admonishment before the lights were turned off, but at the moment when his senses were greatly disturbed, he couldn’t connect every syllable he heard Connect together.

—Is it coming? ... Or do I wait until the moment when my energy and sanity can no longer be maintained before launching an attack?

With the cessation of the broadcast, the high-power incandescent lamps that illuminated the entire interior of the prison like daylight were all extinguished uniformly.The transition from extreme brightness to absolute blackness is enough to make everyone lose their vision in an instant.

Du Zhuoyang held back his increasingly unwilling to obey the cooperative body, squatted down as quietly as possible, and carefully picked out a thin blade from the bottom of the shoe with his fingernails.

Because it was only temporarily detained, he was able to bring this piece of ceramic blade less than 1 mm thick into the prison after a not-so-detailed inspection.

…The thin blade, which cannot even be felt at the fingertips, is now the biggest weapon he can rely on besides his body.

When Joan came to the state prison with Fang Shuping, the hands of the clock had passed 12 o'clock at night.

The doorman with sleepy eyes received the signal to open the gate, and reluctantly turned off the outermost grid switch and opened the thick and heavy alloy gate.

"What's going on?" He watched a supercar drive into the gate of the prison in a state of confusion. After receiving the notice, the warden looked at the two people who came to visit late at night with a displeased face.

"Come get someone." Joan said simply.

"What time is it?" the warden said solemnly, "Is there anything we can't do tomorrow morning?"

Fang Shuping slammed the release order on his face, and almost yelled at his neck, "Look at what is written on it! Otherwise, I will make you squat here for the rest of your life!"

The warden, who was sprayed with saliva, was about to explode when he caught sight of the words on the release order written by the Ministry of Justice, and immediately suppressed his anger, "That also needs to be done according to the procedure, you..."

Joan showed him his FBI D3 logo and said calmly, "This man has to attend the Marine Corps' annual ordnance replacement bid tomorrow...you should understand what that means."

The warden looked carefully at the time of issuance on the release order, and then couldn't help shrinking his pupils when he saw the name of the issuer, and finally he could only compromise: "Then please come in and complete the formalities."

It's just that he was woken up in the middle of the night and was robbed of the previous one, so he couldn't help but mocked: "Then you FBI...don't arrest the wrong person at the beginning."

Qiao An, who was slapped in the face again, turned pale, but still gritted his teeth and said to Fang Shuping, "Mr. Fang, please go first."

In the past, the dark environment could give Du Zhuoyang peace of mind and a barrier of protection, but now it has become his greatest enemy.

Several lacerated wounds had been added to his exposed arm, the wounds were small and deep, and while causing pain, they could also be quickly pressed together by the muscles to block the bleeding surface.

In this case, the quickest way to keep calm is the severe pain caused by self-harm, but without substantial damage that affects mobility.This is undoubtedly another great challenge for Du Zhuoyang, whose control ability has been greatly reduced and his self-control has been continuously eroded.

In Du Zhuoyang's field of vision at this time, the surrounding darkness seemed to have turned into thick black malice. Where his senses could not extend, there was some imminent threat watching his every move: watching him, oppressing Looking at him, patiently waiting for him to reveal his most despicable weakness...

Control over the body... Du Zhuoyang struggled hard against the demons from inside and outside his body. The burning desire brought about by the medicine was like a huge fireball that enveloped him, almost tumbling from the bottom to the top and completely destroying everything. Burn out.

He took a deep breath of the viscous air, and the terrible feeling of emptiness seemed to have spread to his lungs. In the perception from the nerve network that was eroded and captured by drugs, there was even an illusion that the alveoli were boiling and cracking one by one.

- Can't burn it!

In this silent despair where even Du Zhuoyang did not firmly believe that he would be dragged down to sink, suddenly the incandescent lamps above his head lit up all at once, and the slanted down strong flash once again shrouded the whole prison in a kind of invisible darkness. in full exposure.

What's going on here... Du Zhuoyang thought vaguely, but the light that dispelled the darkness that was about to condense into jelly made him feel relieved.

However, the tense mind was suddenly relaxed in this way, but what gushed out of the body was a greater sense of powerlessness.

Du Zhuoyang subconsciously clenched the blade between his fingers, and the sharp blade bit into his middle finger deeply obliquely. The blood flowed along the blade into a series of tick-tocks, and fell on the rough concrete floor.

The loss of blood seemed to have taken away some of the high heat from the body that had nowhere to go. Du Zhuoyang narrowed his eyes to adapt to the sudden strong light, and quickly focused on the few figures approaching indistinctly in his sight.

When Fang Shuping saw Du Zhuoyang for the first time, all the blood in his body stopped flowing, and then all the blood gathered on the top of his head with a bang!

In his heart, the one he loves who would not even lose his life to hurt even a single hair, when he finally appeared in front of him after he had been thinking about it for nearly a day, he was standing stubbornly and embarrassingly behind the iron bars of the prison cell Half a meter away, with sweat-wet hair on the forehead, pale lips, bloodstains on the arms hidden in the orange prison uniform and...!

And the thick blood that snaked down from his fingertips and dripped into puddles at his feet... and even in this situation, he still stared coldly at their eyes in a posture of defensive counterattack!

Fang Shuping had never seen Du Zhuoyang's eyes like this before: the eyes mixed with clarity and confusion were still full of unwavering firmness, and there was a kind of evenness in the depths of the pupils that had been smudged into pure black. It can be said that they would rather die together!

This kind of look, Fang Shuping saw it once and would never forget it in his life - this kind of look that made him rather kill himself than see it again in the remaining years of his life!

He felt that a string in his mind suddenly collapsed.

Not only Fang Shuping, but all the prison guards, including Joan and the warden, did not expect such a scene to appear in front of them!

Du Zhuoyang, who was full of murderous intent and tragic, stared at them indifferently and fiercely. Everyone was greatly shocked by the violent eyes like a trapped animal.

In a prison that accommodates almost all the filthy people in the world, even with high-pressure supervision, if some ugly things happen, not only will they not be restrained, but will even intensify... And about this, after they saw When Du Zhuoyang was young, he had already guessed the general context.

Fang Shuping turned around slowly. Seeing his bloodshot eyes, Joan couldn't help but feel alarm bells ringing in his mind: There is a kind of prisoner, even if he only made a small mistake and was put in prison, he will still be sent to jail. It is judged as the most dangerous existence and given the strictest imprisonment.Because this type of person has an overflowing fatal and dangerous aura, and people will not doubt his talent and level in this regard when they see him.

Now, in Fang Shuping, he saw this dangerous aura that was almost materialized.

Fang Shuping took a step forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the prison guard closest to him, dragged him roughly in front of him, and spit out a word gloomyly: "Key."

The man grabbed by his neck had a much stronger physique than him, but he lost the battle almost the moment he met his eyes, and almost subconsciously pointed at his colleague: "At... at his place ..."

Fang Shuping slammed the man against the iron door of the prison cell beside him. He didn't even look at the man who was thrown by him until he couldn't even make a sound for a while, and turned to another man who had just been pointed at by someone. The man goes.

Forced by his dark aura, none of the prison guards, who originally had the advantage in numbers and status, dared to restrain him for a while.

Approaching the man in charge of the cell key step by step, Fang Shuping ignored his receding body and the movement of touching the high-voltage stun gun at his waist, and directly strangled his neck——

In the eyes of everyone in disbelief, Fang Shuping grabbed the man's neck, lifted the man who was nearly 1 meters tall, and then took a few steps forward, holding him in the prison. Outside Du Zhuoyang's cell, he almost yelled: "You fucking open it for me!!!"

...a very familiar voice...

Du Zhuoyang, whose nervous system has been stimulated and overloaded for nearly 6 hours, has already stepped on the verge of losing control. There are countless sweet voices in his heart coaxing him to give up all unnecessary resistance, and just sink in like this... Sinking in... until sinking into the embrace of the most inaccessible and boundless MadeIn sea: there is the coolness he longed for for too long and the gentleness enough to soothe all his tension.

But when a figure approached him, his instincts still broke free from the shackles of illusory sweetness, his body moved his nerves, and with a reaction that completely didn't match his current situation, he passed the arm that was grabbing him , and then at the only point where the opponent's strength was old, he clasped that person's elbow, and then his shoulders took advantage of the momentum to push against the opponent's heart!

This kind of borrowing force to strike is the simplest technique in fighting, but at this time it is used by such a person who is obviously enduring great pain.

Moreover, his offensive has not even stopped!

After giving the opponent a heavy blow to the heart, Du Zhuoyang hit the opponent's weakest rib with his elbow almost as a conditioned reflex, and then grabbed the opponent's neck with his left knuckles, and the blade between his right fingers immediately crossed On top of it pressed the past...

His grasp of strength was already very inaccurate and unstable, the sharp point of the knife scratched the man's skin under the trembling of his fingers, and the oozing blood mixed with the unstoppable blood on his fingers, There was a hideous sprawl of blood mixed together.

Fang Shuping let go of his hands, and all his movements followed Du Zhuoyang's strength, as if he was sending himself up to be beaten and restrained.

"Zhuo Yang," he suppressed his own voice, trying to turn the originally furious emotion into a soft and tolerant whisper, "it's me...I'm here to take you home."

Du Zhuoyang's originally out-of-focus eyes slowly gathered together, and then vaguely projected a somewhat familiar figure on the retina.

——This kind of sad eyes, as if I have seen it before...

Before he could fully recall it, the body that had received the "safety" message one step earlier than his consciousness was finally unable to hold on.

Fang Shuping, who put all his heart on him, keenly noticed his relaxation, threw his arms around his shoulders, and used his body to bear all his weight.

——He is such a proud person, how could he expose his weakness to these people in this kind of place?

Sure enough, almost at the same time Fang Shuping supported him, Du Zhuoyang was already struggling to stand up straight.

"You still have me," Fang Shuping whispered in his ear, "Lean on me, leave it to me, it's fine."

Although the voice was soft, it seemed to have a special magic power, and it clearly and firmly conveyed this message to Du Zhuoyang, who was already in a mess in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Even relying on Fang Shuping's strength, Du Zhuoyang who walked out of the cell was still tall and straight, and his steps were also not vain.

The warden, who was awakened from his sleep, was completely out of sleep at the moment, and he even stared blankly at the backs of the two men walking out.

——What kind of dangerous elements are these two?Even in the whole of the United States, it is impossible to gather two such characters at once, and they are still only in one state prison!Such two people were not imprisoned but released from prison... Is there really no problem? !

He glanced blankly at the release order in his hand again, and the seal of the Ministry of Justice on it was so clear that it didn't seem fake at all.

When he walked past the cell where Vajim was, this tall and burly man did not expect the development of things to take such a sudden turn, and he had not waited for emotions such as regret, disappointment, and unwillingness to appear in his heart. when I saw...

When Du Zhuoyang passed by his cell, he cast his cold eyes on him.

Vajim couldn't help taking half a step back... How is it possible?Has he already found out it was me?