Hanwangshan Prison.

"Boss, are you back?"

"Boss, the bed has been made for you."

"Boss, come and have a cigarette to calm down!"

As soon as Fan Tong and Zhong Wentao returned to the Violent 2 Warehouse, a group of people greeted them, all flattering them like grandsons.

"Have you guys come out? Zhang Qiang waited for Fan Tong and others to get to the edge of the bed and said with a surprised look on his face: "The guy you beat tonight is a tough guy, and he will definitely do something behind his back."

Zhang Qiang, who has entered the palace for the third time, is naturally familiar with the rules in the prison.

Hanwang Mountain is his second home. Staying here is more comfortable than living outside. Apart from freedom, he can also be regarded as a person who can do whatever he wants as long as he is within the confines of the prison.

"No matter who he is!" Zhong Wentao said indifferently: "Even if he is the warden, I will kill him."

"That's it, pop his anus!" Fan Tong said eagerly: "As long as you don't pay for the medical expenses, I will pop each one for free." This guy suddenly discovered that popping his anus is much better than Sun Yiran's trick of hanging bricks, so he

I decided to pass on and carry forward this non-entertainment culture.

"By the way, can you tell me where Wan Chaoyang lives?" Zhong Wentao looked at Zhang Qiang and asked.

"He lives in a villa next to the administrative building." Zhang Qiang replied: "That is a rest area exclusively for VIPs, and it is also the accommodation area for the warden and others."

"Live in a villa?" Fan Tong asked with interest, "Are they those villas on the left side of the gate?"

"Yes, that's right there." Zhang Qiang nodded.

"Forget it, go to sleep!" Zhong Wentao thought for a while and said to those who looked at him with horrified faces: "Let's all go to bed!" Then he lay on the bed alone, lit a cigarette, and fell into deep thought.

Early next morning.

Today Zhong Wentao finally saw the rules of Yibin Prison, which are indeed very different from other prisons.

There is no roll call here in the morning exercise. Everyone stands in a row and runs two laps along the 500-meter playground. Then they go to the cafeteria for breakfast. There are four big warehouses in the southeast, northwest, and four living areas, which are different.

The Nancang area is the female prison area, which is a restricted area for male prisoners. Fan Tong and Zhong Wentao are in the North area, in charge of the farm. There are 1,100 inmates in the North area. This morning, Zhong Wentao and Fan Tong walked to the playground.

When they arrived, both of them couldn't help being shocked. There were more than a thousand people!

They all stood together, forming a large area of ​​darkness.

Breakfast room.

"Hey, those two newcomers, are you good at fighting?" A short, medium-sized but very strong man walked up to Zhong Wentao and looked at him and said, "I heard that you guys killed him last night.

My brother was beaten to the point of being hospitalized, right?"

"Hey, who do I think you are!" Fan Tongyong raised his head after hearing this and said with a playful look on his face when he saw the man: "Isn't this his defeated general??"

"You??" The man glanced at Fan Tong, widened his eyes and said, "Okay, I didn't expect to meet you here. Now our grudges can be settled."

"I'm always with you. You were no match for me a few years ago. Now I'm even less afraid of you."

Fan Tong said without fear: "I will definitely beat you into a pig's head."

"What a loud tone. See you at the farm later." The man said and left.

"Do you know him?" As soon as the man left, Zhang Qiang, who was sitting next to Fan Tong, looked at Fan Tong with doubt on his face and asked, "He is the eldest brother of our Beicang Farm, and his skill ranks third in the entire prison!"

Zhang Qiang's question was also what Zhong Wentao wanted to ask. When Zhang Qiang asked, he put down his chopsticks and prepared to listen to Fan Tong's answer.

"I know this man, but I don't know his name." Fan Tong looked at Zhong Wentao and replied: "He used to be the boxing champion in underground boxing matches for 200 consecutive times, but a few years ago I went to fight because of lack of money.

After passing the black boxing, his first opponent was him, and I knocked him down in less than ten minutes." After saying this, Fan Tong did not forget to smile at everyone.

I mean it's nothing, just a little bit superficial, and this guy is pretending to be decent.

But what Fan Tong said is true. Fan Tong, who had just started working as a professional killer three years ago, was deceived by those children and could not even afford instant noodles. In the end, he went to fight for 20 yuan.

There was a boxing match and a meal of bread.

I don’t know if this guy is really stupid or fake, but he just paid 20 yuan to fight in a boxing match.

But he became famous after that boxing match, and the boss gave Fan Tong 200 yuan without saying a word! Speaking of which, this is Fan Tong’s bitter history!

Hanwangshan Prison Farm.

This farm has a relatively large area, covering two or three hills, with greenhouses, vegetables, sugar cane and other crops commonly found in Sichuan.

After breakfast, the leader of each group took people up the mountain to work.

Only when they reached the mountain did Zhong Wentao understand why the prisoners in Beicang had skin as dark as coal. They worked in such high temperatures every day, with their faces turned to the loess and their backs to the sky. The newcomers had blisters all over their bodies in just one day.

A layer of skin will peel off as soon as you take a cold shower.

My whole vest and neck were so painful that I could only sleep on my stomach.

Zhong Wentao and Fan Tong were new arrivals, so they were assigned to group 7, responsible for plowing the ground with hoes. This job can be said to be the most tiring on the entire farm. The temperature was 36 degrees, and within ten minutes they were soaked through.

The others were fine, they had straw hats to protect them from the sun, but the two of them had nothing.

"Mom, I can't stand it anymore." Fan Tong was as hot as a dog, wagging his tongue, looking at Zhong Wentao dripping with sweat and saying: "This is clearly bullying the two of us! Just now the team leader handed out hats to others, and he was obviously still

There were more than two, but he didn't give them to us. He took them and sat under the shady tree to use them as fans, or something like that."

Fan Tong looked at the man sitting under a sycamore tree, his eyes full of anger.

"Then you go over and give him a good meal." Zhong Wentao said, "I have long disliked him."

"That's what I've been waiting for!" After saying that, Fan Tong threw away the hoe and walked straight towards the man who was using their straw hat as a fan.

"Ouch, I hit someone..." In the blink of an eye, the man was lying on the ground and screaming.

Fan Tong happily walked towards Zhong Wentao holding two straw hats.

The armed police who are responsible for monitoring the prisoners will ignore the calls and just take a look. Fights happen every day in the prison and they are not under the control of the armed police. There was an accident before, and the prisoners in the labor camp gathered together.

There was a fight on the mountain, and several armed policemen stepped forward to stop them. However, they were shot, killing two armed policemen and then absconded.
Chapter completed!