Chapter 3 The old man in flowery trousers
"Well? You silly guy, you dare to disturb me?"
Lao Zheng frowned. The next moment, Luo Xia clearly saw that the numbers on the top of the poisonous dragon head that rushed towards him changed instantly, leaving only two numbers: 0.01
Then, with a puff, the poisonous dragon rushed towards him suddenly exploded.
Blood splashed everywhere, and the corpse that had lost its head fell to the ground, and the dead could not be dead.
Luo Xia's perspective was blocked by the poisonous dragon that rushed over, and he did not see clearly how the poisonous dragon died.
But at this moment, he wiped the blood that splashed on his face and smiled.
Because he finally figured out what the numbers above his head meant.
That's right, that's the time for a person to die.
And it can be advanced due to various accidents. So is it possible for you to postpone the three months in your first year?
Perhaps... this world is really suitable for me, and people are looking forward to it more and more!
Luo Xia did not see how the poisonous dragon died, but Zhang San could see clearly.
The original Poison Dragon and Lao Zheng had to be at least seven or eight meters away.
However, in the blink of an eye, Lao Zheng suddenly appeared behind the poisonous dragon, then stretched out his smoky yellow finger and gently flicked it.
Puff! The poisonous dragon's head was broken so naturally!
At this moment, all the prisoners, even the prison guards, were silent and did not dare to breathe.
After all, Lao Zheng’s methods are too terrible.
A person's head is broken?
Is this still a human? How much strength does this need?
Lao Zheng seemed to have no concern as if he had shot a bed bug to death. Instead, he looked at the bloody fingers with some disgust, then looked up at the second and third floors and grinned:
"You all saw it? I guarantee this person! Whoever dares to touch him will end up like this!"
What is domineering, this is domineering!
The same is true for hundreds of prisoners present, eight prison guards, and even other high-level prison guards who were secretly watching behind the bulletproof glass partition on the second and third floors. No one dared to object.
After a while, the sound of an elevator began to sound from the second floor, which was more than ten meters high.
Soon, a prison guard who was quite familiar to Rorschach ran over with a smile on his face.
"Mr. Zheng, please calm down. This blind bastard will die if he hits the wall."
"You are covered in blood for nothing. Come and smoke a cigarette!"
Team Li ran and took out a box of exquisitely packed cigarettes from his pocket, tremblingly unpacked the packaging, and handed it on respectfully.
"Little Lizi, tell those idiots that I don't care who is outside and want to deal with him, here, his life will be my!"
Lao Zheng took the cigarette and repeatedly wiped his bloody fingers on Li Captain Li's chest and clothes.
But Captain Li didn't dare to move, so he carefully helped him light the fire.
The prison was too deep, and he knew very well that the most terrifying thing here was not the warden, but the old man who seemed harmless.
He worked here for five years and saw this man take three moves during this period.
Eight people died the first time, and more than twenty people died the second time.
This time... I'm afraid there is still the least one, only one died.
He didn't want to become another one, after all, this man didn't know where he came from.
But no one in the Iron Window Prison, including the Warden, dared to care about him.
Team Li even felt inexplicably that if he wanted to leave, he would probably be able to do it anytime and anywhere.
I really don’t know what such a terrifying existence is doing here.
"Bah, what kind of bird smoke, it's light and tasteless. Go and get me some Dadong's toad head, my cigarette is almost gone!"
Chapter completed!