Chapter 1088 (1/2)
”Where did the madman come from?”
Several officers on the fence came running in their clothes and slippers.
”Who knows! Come and smash the door in the middle of the night. Don't you know we're in prison? ”
A sergeant's Road on the fence.
”Platoon leader, do you think this man will come to rob the prison?” Asked a little soldier.
”Just him? Alone? ” The platoon leader has a flat mouth.
”Three floors outside our prison! Not to mention the two lines of defense inside, that is, we. If there is no regiment, we can't attack us! ”
”But I looked at the old man's fists and feet. When I punch down the gate...”
”What's the use! Our gate is the iron gate of the eight classics of zhengri! The walls are full of high-voltage electricity. If he can come up or break the door with his fist, I'll take his last name! ” The platoon leader disdained.
”But...” the little soldier wanted to say. Suddenly, people around him looked at him with silly eyes.
The little soldier opened his mouth and then closed it again.
He wants to say that the old man is very powerful! Just two punches, the gate was hit by him.
Once, there was a power failure in the prison. The warden came back from the outside and needed to open the door. He and several comrades in arms pushed the door manually. At that time, the five comrades in arms used their milk strength to open the door a little. The old man can easily hit the gate left and right with two fists.
This man is not as simple as they think!
But looking at the eyes of the squad leader, the little soldier looked at the iron gate again.
A steel door with a thickness of more than ten millimeters can't be opened for a while even if it is bombed with shells. How can one person's strength be possible?
Before, maybe I thought more!
”Old man, if you are hungry! I have bread and milk here. Take it and get out of here! You can't come! ”
Seeing that the old man at the door had not left, the platoon leader shouted.
For a long time, the old man downstairs still didn't respond.
A few people just watch!
”Isn't that old man a fool?”
”Absolute fool, come to us to dance in the middle of the night. It's not a fool!”
An official.
When they looked at the old man again, they found that the old man was making strange gestures, which looked similar to the luck of Wulin experts in martial arts novels. People who don't understand Association really think it's the old man dancing.
”Go to a farewell place and see what happens! If no one else comes near us anywhere else, the old man is a lunatic with mental problems! ” Platoon leader.
”Platoon leader, you suspect that the beggar wants to give us a diversion! He's here to attract our attention. Others go to prison from other places? ” Asked a sergeant.
”Don't rule out this possibility!”
”Platoon leader, is there something wrong with your mind? Not to mention that comrades in other places will not leave their posts without authorization under such circumstances. Even if there is, do you think such people who want to sneak into prison will make a sound first, wake all of us up, and then act? ”
”You have a point!”
Bang
Creak~
This time, the sound of the iron door became louder. After the huge impact, it was accompanied by the creaking sound of the iron door.
In addition, several people standing on the fence obviously felt that the vibration of the fence under their feet was much greater than that just now.
”His grandfather's! What's the matter with the back of the old thing's ear? ” The platoon leader was immediately angry.
”Platoon leader, didn't you just say that things are crazy! How can a madman care what we normal people shout? ” A team leader.
”Fire a warning! Let him toss about like this, and we won't want to sleep tonight! ”
”Didn't you just say he was crazy? It's useless to shoot a warning! ”
……
Several people quarreled on the fence. The old man at the iron gate made a gesture, took a hard breath, drew a circle in front of his palm, and then quickly went to the big iron gate cover.
On the iron door, three huge fingerprints have fallen.
Several handprints are surrounded by cracks in iron doors. If someone looks carefully, the three handprints are arranged in a strange direction.