"So what about sending weapons to prisoners and organizing them to hunt?"

Yifeng's voice gradually became cold: "Have you ever considered the consequences of doing this? You can't deal with it if there is a riot, or if prisoners take the opportunity to escape, chaos, and the various negative effects it brings."

"I have established mutual supervision and joint seating mechanisms among all prisoners. If an abnormal situation occurs, the soldiers responsible for the guards on the periphery will immediately close the armed control circle. The weapons distributed to the prisoners are very simple. "They cannot compete with the soldiers. In addition, the armored convoy patrolling the periphery, even if the situation is really out of control, every prisoner in the hunting circle will be killed as soon as possible."

Lin Xiang's voice was sonorous and powerful, full of unquestionable determination.

The Director of Political Supervision frowned, leaned back slowly, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and glanced back and forth with a sharp gaze like a knife on Lin Xiang: "The first two questions are barely reasonable. But why do you want to organize the hunt? This is far beyond the scope of your deputy warden's responsibilities. In other words, this is not what you should do."

“I just want to do something within my ability.”

Lin Xiang was silent for a while and said, "The life of the local garrison was very difficult. Their meat and fat supply were very small, and the food was very bad. I don't want the soldiers to fail on the battlefield because of the lack of nutrition. A few gerbils really couldn't change anything." The amount of quotas that can be allocated is not much. But no matter what, I have to do something for them."

After pausing, Lin Xiang continued: "Peng Hui and I survived the battle in the valley. We are very lucky than those who have died, and it also means more responsibility. Simply surveillance of prisoners and keeping them here to death, many people are competent for this job. But "they can do a lot of things. I know that these actions have violated the current regulations. I do not want to defend my behavior and are willing to accept investigation by the committee. Everything listed in this report is facts. Warden Kong Biao is an excellent official who abides by his duties. He has not involved everything. "I handled it from beginning to end. From now on, I will stay here and wait for the ruling of the committee."

After saying that, Lin Xiang stood up from the chair, bowed slightly forward, and stood upright with a solemn expression.

Yifeng looked at him carefully, as if he wanted to find some noteworthy clue from that handsome and beautiful face.

Lin Xiang's eyes were soft and firm, without any panic. The atmosphere in the room began to become dull, almost suffocating. About five minutes later, the director of the Political Supervision Commission finally put away his scrutiny gaze and sat upright again. The tight face became soothing, and the curved corners of his mouth showed a satisfied smile.

"Someone can still maintain faith at this time. I have to admit that you are a good political supervisor."

As he said that, he pulled open the briefcase again and took out another document: "Look at it for yourself!"

This is a situation investigation report. The format is exactly the same as Kong Biao's previous letter of complaint.

The content also lists various actions and orders from Lin Xiang in the 73rd Labor Reform Farm. However, "there are few offensive language such as accusations and inquiries in the previous document, and the description of each incident is more detailed, focusing on the perspective of the bystanders. On the last page of the document, there is also a thank-you letter from the military commander station to provide a large amount of jerky meat for the prison.

"This world always needs some people who dare to break the old rules. Of course, all changes must follow the bottom line that cannot be violated~~"

Yifeng lit a cigarette and took a few sips slowly, staring at Lin Xiang who was standing in front of him to read the documents, and said lightly: "You are very smart and have loyalty to the leaders and this country that ordinary people cannot match. Having these is actually "enough."

Humans are probably the most peculiar creatures in the universe and the most unjust to judge by common sense.

Lin Xiang has a powerful mutant power of nine stars, but he cannot see through a person's heart through his body.

Li Yifeng was a senior Red Republican Army officer whom he came to the northwest.

He controls the entire Political Supervision Commission and holds great power. No one knows how much strength this political armed force, similar to the German secret police during World War II, is hidden. Compared with the Skeleton Knights, "Sword of God," and other enemies on the surface, the four words "Political Supervision Commission" are more terrifying." They can't help but feel fear of trembling.

Yes, people are not simply afraid of the truth” at all, but the harsh and narrow political view from the heart, and the deified rulers, the entire Red Republican Army could no longer tolerate any objection.

Great leaders are supreme!

"Leader Quotes" is an arrow pointing to the future direction!

Everything that is incompatible with the life of grass must be removed!

Lin Xiang felt that he was in a completely regressive history. In the turbulent political vortex, there was no reef or the mainstay gust that could be relied on. Well, to fundamentally solve this pathological situation, the key is actually only to solve Jin Tianzheng alone.

It is actually not difficult to kill the majestic human-shaped breeding pig. However, the turmoil caused by the great leader will completely overturn the balanced and stable situation within the Red Republican Army.

The military head, the political supervision committee, and as many as hundreds of leaders' children, a round of power struggles will likely continue. "There is no longer a unity and cooperation. The civil war will consume all the accumulated materials in the shortest time."

Lin Xiang knew very well that what he did at the 73rd Labor Reform Farm had touched some cordons within the Red Republican Army that were regarded as provisions. Regardless of whether anyone had done the same thing before, in the eyes of others, he was a destroyer of rules. Whether it was printed in lead type or unwritten convention, without having absolute power as a support, the destroyer could only become a negative textbook.

Li Yifeng did not punish himself for this. He even added a silver star to the military rank badge on his shoulders. From a major to a lieutenant colonel, a difference of one word, two levels. He did not entrust new responsibilities, nor assigned more subordinates, nor even announced promotions in public. Everything seemed to be going on in secret, if not paying special attention, no one even noticed the small difference in the military rank badge.

After the talks, there was no feast reception like the old era full of welcome languages, nor was there any fresh and various praise-oriented languages. The convoy slowly drove out of the prison gate at the same speed as when it came, crushing the marks that were already blurred by the wind on the sand, gradually disappearing at the end of the horizon.

Lin Xiang stood at the top of the tower surrounded by a high-voltage power grid, silently watching the slowly fading smoke and dust between the sky and the earth.

He could not see through Li Yifeng's heart, but he could clearly feel that he had a good impression of himself that could not be explained in words.

Lin Xiang must have never seen this person before. But why

Maybe, he just wanted to use his own hands to eliminate something that shouldn't be a bondage.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiang couldn't help but smiled mockingly. He took out a cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit it. He stood in the wind, spewing out a white mist that was quickly blown away by the airflow.

"Bang", dull gunshots" came from the underground of the 73rd labor farm, as if a roar of extreme pain burst out from the mouth of the howling beast, and at a faint volume slightly higher than the infrasound, it quickly penetrated into the ears of every creature that could hear it.

Kong Biao was holding a heavy sniper rifle with a large diameter, "standing outside the metal partition with his legs spread apart, his eyes flipping into a clear scope hole with a sharp multiplied look." With a gloomy look, he stared at the target tied hundreds of meters away.

This is the underground shooting range of the 73rd labor reform farm.

The black uniform was thrown casually on the chair next to him. Although the fan was spinning, Kong Biao, who was naked on his upper body and wearing only shorts, still felt stuffy. Sweat "seeped out from the short and hard hair roots" was about to come together and rolled down from the surface of the skin. The strong and strong copper-colored pectoral muscles seemed to be soaked in a layer of oil, reflecting a metal-like luster under the lights.

In the distance, a middle-aged man with naked body was tightly tied to the target by iron wire. His hands and feet were separated, forming a slightly deformed, "big". His eyes were full of fear, and the only head that could move was shaking left and right, but he could not shake the quilt at all. The characters were thick-headed and nailed with tightly fixed arms and legs. In order to prevent him from committing suicide in despair, even his mouth was stuffed into the tooth holder. Under the tight constraints of a thick leather hose, the upper and lower gums were forcibly separated and could no longer be closed.

The air is very dry, so dry that it almost makes people crazy. Kong Biao only feels that the water inside the body is evaporating quickly. He is as if he is in the depths of the desert. His cracked lips may bleed at any time, and his throat is as if he is stuffed with sand. Of course, "the actual environment is not so harsh, and this is largely just the effect of his own brain illusion. However, Kong Biao likes it very much, and can even be said to enjoy this almost self-abuse feeling. Only when the muscles are burned and the scorching heat can the liquid in the blood vessels boil. The anger that stimulates the entire brain expands infinitely, and the limbs and limbs of the body

The ends of every bone are rushing wildly, this is the real power. The real pleasure. The man aimed at the camera is like a dehydrated fish struggling desperately. Looking at the face that is as white as paper but is penetrated by countless bright red marks, Kong Biao's crazy brain finally felt a little revengeful happiness. He pursed his thin lips and showed a faint smile between hideousness and ruthlessness. The muzzle slowly moved down, and the black cross in the scope was firmly incorporated into the center of the male symbol of the man's lower body on the target position.

This is not a heavy sniper rifle in the true sense, but a strange weapon modified from a small caliber rifle. The reinforced gun weighs 96 kilograms, but its caliber is only five millimeters. It has poor lethality and a short range, let alone any accuracy. In anyone's eyes, it is an absolute waste gun.

Kong Biao is a fourth-level evolved person. This is the capital he deserves to be proud of, and it is also a secret that he will never want to be mentioned in his heart, let alone be allowed to be used as a topic of conversation.

He has always hoped that he would become stronger. However, between desire and reality, it is obvious that the components occupied by the latter are more important and more decisive. He frantically searched for every possible way that could make himself break through, but he was still hovering on the standard line of level 4 evolution. It is precisely because of this psychology that he made this gun that was almost scrap iron. Using this as a prop, he tried his best to exercise his ability in hand and eye observation and thinking. Perhaps "as long as he keeps using it," one day in the future, I can also become a parasite with a high priority.

This is a dream. To be precise, it should be a fantasy.

Li Yifeng did not take Lin Xianger away as expected, as he expected, and still sat high on the throne of the deputy warden. Even a silver star was added to his shoulders. Whenever he thought of this, Kong Biao felt that his body would tremble violently. His heart was unbearable, and itchy like an ant bite. Well, scratched, and wanted to bite, and tore up, and even wanted to cut off all the lesions with a knife. He threw it on the ground, stomped on his feet, and crushed it hard.

The 73th Labor Reform Farm is mine. Everything here is mine. Only when I say it can it be considered that "anyone wants to get involved" must pay an extremely painful price.

Thinking of this, "Kong Biao's face twisted and deformed by hatred" slowly revealed an extremely crazy hideous ferocity. He suddenly froze and trembled his body. The arm holding the gun body slightly shifted up a few millimeters." His fingers quickly pulled the trigger. "Bang bang bang bang", "The bullet and the rapid and harsh gunfire burst out at the same time, dispersing a thick metal, the heat and the pungent smell of gunpowder, instantly spreading the entire basement.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man tied to the target, immediately burst into the mouth of the middle-aged man tied to the target.

The left hand, fixed to the wall by iron wire and the word ".", was left with only a bare palm. The part connected to the five fingers had turned into a bloody and fuzzy broken hole. In the middle of the splashed blood, you could see five deep black bullet holes on the wall. In the distant corner of the wall, a few broken fat lying in different positions, and under the traction of the remaining nerves, they were slightly awkward.

Practicing guns with prisoners is the warden's power.

Putting down the gun, "satisfiedly glanced at the man who was still in the sadness. Kong Biao twisted his neck left and right, picked up the wet towel prepared in advance from the wooden rack next to him, and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead. He turned around and walked slowly to the four young female prisoners standing side by side by side. He looked at these pale women in sequence. Kong Biao suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed two of them's hair roughly and brutally, dragging their faces closer to him, carefully distinguishing the difference. After comparing, he let go of his right hand satisfied, and tore open the girl's prison uniform in his left hand without hesitation, and squeezed and turned into various unimaginable shapes like a toy. The white and smooth skin surface immediately showed a shocking red blood mark.

"Bitch, scream! I don't have the pleasure, scream! Scream! Swear! Swear! Swear quickly! Scream quickly, scream quickly, scream quickly, scream quickly, "Otherwise, I will let you eat shit tonight." The dense blue veins highlighted from the girl's chest, forming a creepy tree root-like pattern. The violent squeezing made her feel so painful that she was about to go crazy." But she did not dare to scream at all, and could only make extremely pleasant moans from her mouth and nose. She leaned forward on the table, her extremely restrained waist slowly twisted, and her slender and round legs were as far as possible to separate as possible." She could faintly see the deep dark ditch. She had to make a very enjoyable look to endure this torture-like torture. Only by making the man standing behind her feel happy can she be free from the pain faster. She could not control her own destiny at all.

Kong Biao pulled the girl's buttocks hard and began to fuck in front of the other people. He pushed forward hard, shaking the girl's body back and forth, and his mouth kept making extremely sad moans. This sound that only erupted at the moment of satisfaction made Kong Biao's cold and rigid face gradually penetrated a piece of bright red blood mark.

He gritted his teeth hard and pressed the girl's chest tightly with his hands, as if he was angry, and it seemed to be approaching the critical point of a crazy outbreak. Two minutes later, he, with a blue face, stepped back, kicked the girl's snow-white butt desperately, kicking her whole person and flying five or six meters away." He screamed and fell heavily on the side wall.

Standing there, staying silently for a long time." Kong Biao felt as if all the strength in his body was drained, and he collapsed and collapsed on the chair with his body weak. He lowered his body, hugged his head tightly with his hands, and red eyes, tearing his hair hard, making a nerve-like howl.

From beginning to end, he didn't get hard, let alone inserting or not doing it.

For men, this is simply the most unbearable humiliation.

But the girl still screamed loudly, very comfortable and satisfied. She seemed to have penetrated her hard to the end and almost pierced her uterus. It's fake!

Everything is fake!
Chapter completed!