"This is called James, a flight expert and a fighter pilot. He bombed residential areas and hospitals during the mission, causing at least 1,100 casualties. The military court sentenced him to life imprisonment. At that time, he knew that it was not a mission area, and when he was performing the attack methods, he showed that he was very awake and his heart rate did not exceed 80."

"Sanders, you also know this. The African Special Forces Firearms Instructor, who killed people during the mission, and the military court sentenced him to life imprisonment."

"Jack, a melee expert, specializes in sabres and stings. During his vacation, he killed forty-seven people, including nightclub waiters and security guards, in a nightclub. When he was arrested, he had a slight alcohol reaction and a slight stimulant reaction. The military court sentenced him to life imprisonment."

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Every time I pass one, I will introduce it softly. Sometimes, those people don’t care much when they hear it and are indifferent. Some people will nod their heads gently, indicating that it is their "great achievements". More people are cold-eyed and don’t know what they are thinking.

I thought that the danger of these people was just to kill someone, but I didn't expect that the worst record was more than 30 people, and they were bare-handed. As for those with weapons, it was even more terrifying. At least that James easily massacred more than 1,100 people, and he didn't take human lives seriously. In their eyes, it was probably just a number.

"My surname is Kang, Kang Hongyuan!" When he walked to the old man with white hair, Kang Hongyuan had already come up and smiled and introduced himself. This was the most special one among so many people. This special situation also made Zhao Li feel a little uncomfortable after seeing the attitudes of others.

"Little brother, you performed really well that day! Very excellent warrior!" Kang Hongyuan said, "I don't know if it's the truth or the flattery. Zhao Li had never experienced this kind of formation before, and seemed a little at a loss for a while. After all, a person who is old enough to be his grandfather or even higher-age is still a little uncomfortable with him when he speaks like this.

"I did a good job, work hard!" As he spoke, Kang Hongyuan put one hand on Zhao Li's shoulder and patted him gently. His arms did not have much strength, and they were very consistent, and his palms were very warm. It would be very comfortable to pat like this a few times.

For some reason, such a familiar performance would not arouse Zhao Li's disgust at all. In his heart, he seemed to think what he said was very reasonable. Unnatural things would make people follow his ideas, and even if they even took a few shots, it would be very natural. If it were someone else, Zhao Li would immediately have a warning in his heart, but when facing this old man, he was completely hostile, which was very magical.

It was not until Zhao Li and Jiang Hao left that Zhao Li thought about it and was extremely shocked by the old man's performance: "Brother Jiang, what martial arts did Kang Hongyuan practice that made people relax their guard without realizing it?" Jiang Hao and Zhao Li were already very familiar with him and insisted not let him call him Chief Jiang.

"He?" Jiang Hao turned his head and looked at Kang Hongyuan who was still smiling and watching them leave, a little discouraged: "Oh!"

"What's wrong?" Zhao Li was a little surprised. Why did Jiang Hao have such an expression?

"He came here only last month, and the disabled and female prisoner who came with him were the disabled." Jiang Hao slowly introduced: "The three people are very special. Kang Hongyuan has never practiced any martial arts except for the basic civilian exercises. Speaking of which, he is just an old man without any power."

"Ah?" Zhao Li widened his eyes: "I can't tie a chicken? Are you talking about him?" He looked disbelief. He thought that the last female prisoner Ban Yunchan was supposed to be Ban Yunchan, but he didn't expect it to be this old man.

"Yes!" Jiang Hao agreed casually: "I have never seen such a strange guy, without any strength, but everyone here seems to be able to get along soon. In just one month, not only did no one bully him, but several obviously powerful guys are also protecting him."

"What's even more hateful is that even our prison guards get along well with him. What you see is a change that only happened after this old guy came. In the past, they were all stubborn guys, and often had to rely on force to suppress them."

Sure enough, it is amazing, without any force, but it can cause such an impact. Is this man a natural leader? I can't help but Zhao Li looked back at Kang Hongyuan: "Who is he? What did he commit? Why was he locked up here?"

"I only know that I'm called Kang Hongyuan, I seem to be a politician, but I don't care about current affairs and am not very familiar with it. Have you heard of it?" Jiang Hao was obviously not very clear, and his answer was vague.

"I don't know!" Zhao Li also shook his head: "Is there no record in the criminal information?" Zhao Li is even more not the kind of person who cares about current affairs. It is estimated that there is no concept of anything else except knowing the names of several parties and who the chairman of the Federal Council is.

"The level of confidentiality is too high, we can't get in touch yet, maybe only the warden knows!" Jiang Hao knew almost nothing about this mysterious prisoner.

"So that's how it is." Since it is kept confidential, there is naturally a truth to keep it confidential. Zhao Li only needs to know this. He didn't say anything more about Kang Hongyuan, and the two began to patrol again.

"Professor Hans, it's comfortable to burn the sun!" Jiang Hao greeted Mr. Hans who had no legs. Zhao Li also changed directions to Professor Hans so that he could feel more comfortable.

"Thank you!" Professor Hans felt his body moving, looked up at Zhao Li, and seemed to feel nothing wrong. He said thank you sincerely, and then began to close his eyes and whisper.

"What is he doing?" Zhao Li was very surprised and couldn't understand what Professor Hans was doing. That state seemed to be a neurotic disease.

"I guess he is calculating his research project." Jiang Hao had long been accustomed to this, and curled his lips, very disdainful: "He is a science madman. He doesn't know what he has done. Like Kang Hongyuan, he just talks so much every day, saying that he is afraid of delaying his research. It's so funny. He has arrived here, so what else do you want to study!"

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