Chapter 1910 (1/2)
”Don't hit people. Just stand there. Don't move.”
Outside.
Malaysian Police are preparing to open the door.
”Eh?”
”Where's my key?”
He took out his pockets.
But.
Touch for a long time, no touch, a pat head, ”remember, in the drawer, wait, I'll get it.” With that, Vica quickly turned around and left, relieved and saved.
However.
The next moment.
”Stop!”
”Stop it.”
”You.”
”Ah!!!”
Scream.
Continue.
Vyka's tears came out. Sobbing, you rascals don't even listen to the guards. No wonder they will be locked here. They deserve it. ”Help me, help me. Help me.”
Roaring.
Shouting.
In half a minute.
”Step!”
The sound of rubber shoes trampling on the ground was heard. The five people stopped immediately, sat back to the bed, looked around, as if it was not them who had just hit them. Vica gasped, and fell on the ground with a face full of confusion.
That gas!
”Why are you still on the ground?”
”I”
Vica's voice trembled.
Hold the grass.
You think I will.
”They hit me just now.” Vika pleads.
”Is it?”
The guard opened the door and looked at nobody.
”No.”
A man shook his head.
”How dare you.”
”Yes.”
”If you stop, we will stop right away. As for why he still called, I guess he wanted to make us wrong. We all saw him. He rolled on the ground and didn't know what to shout.”
In tone.
With deep doubts, I looked at Vica like a madman.
”Is it?”
The guard looks at Vica.
Now.
Vica opened his mouth wide. This black-and-white skill actually competed with the labor and capital. He got up, pointed to several people and shouted angrily, ”it's too much deceiving, you're too much deceiving.”
Say.
Jump up and prepare for revenge. If there is a guard, the other side should not dare to fight back.
Just.
Vica once again misjudged the situation.
”Bang!”
One foot.
He knelt on the ground, covering his stomach.
”You see, he did it first.” Several people said they were helpless. I was defending myself.
。。
In a moment.
VEKA was taken to the information room.
Now.
Vica is broken. Face pain, body pain, and heart pain. God, only one day, went into the interrogation room three times, one after another. He felt that today was his crucifixion day.
Caught.
Fire.
Be beaten.
I've never been so sad to grow up so big.
”Why fight?”
This question.
Instant.
Vica's whole life is not good, a ”you blind” expression, angry way: ”I was beaten, beaten, not fight, I was the victim all the way, is the one beaten.”
”Oh.”
The opposite side said disapprovingly, and asked:
”then why were you beaten?”
Smell the words.
Vica's face is red with anger. ”How do I know that I am the victim? Again, I am the victim. Why are I beaten? You ask them to go. They are the perpetrators. You know.”
”Oh.”
Another faint reply.
”Just a moment.”
Next.
Turn around to leave, leaving a face of muddleheaded Vica.
Oh!
Ha ha!
Vica was angry and laughed. I.. Calm down, calm down, don't get to know these people. After a while, Vica's breathing was stable, ready to criticize each other.
One minute.
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