After saying this, the guard chief Lasquez turned his body to the back and did not see the scene when the armed guard dragged Gao Liquan out of the room.

"Boy, you're lucky."

One of the armed guards leaned close to Gao Liquan's ear and said with a grim smile: "They will beat you miserably. The whip is made of material, and you will feel more painful than usual."

Gao Liquan remembered this face, he was one of the armed guards who beat him in the elevator.

The execution site was selected in the fitness hall, and the punishment rack was set opposite the blood-stained wall. The scene was quiet, and all the prisoners were arranged in sequence along the walls on both sides. They stood the hall slowly, and there were armed guards with guns everywhere. When they walked into the hall, Gao Liquan saw a thick wooden board standing in the center, and two iron chains hung on the large iron ring nailed on the wooden board. The guard chief Lasquez had already stood there in advance.

Several guards walked through the hall with Gao Liquan. His steps were slow and heavy. His realization swept across a large ocean of faces, but no one recognized it. For Gao Liquan, these people, whether guards or prisoners, were covered with prison uniforms or uniforms, and moved pieces of meat. Apart from this, it was meaningless.

This is not the earth.

And you are not my companions.

The guard chief Lasquez issued an order in a majestic and loud voice: "Go to start!"

Gao Liquan raised his head, raised his chin high, and looked straight at the iron chains on the wooden board. He felt his arm being pulled up by the armed guards and stretched to both sides, just like the spreading wings of a bird. The guards held his handcuffs on his wrist, then pulled the chain closer, stretched Gao Liquan from both sides, and then firmly fixed the chains and the screws on the side of the wooden board.

A guard with a little pity in his eyes came over and handed a piece of stuff like a thick rubber block to Gao Liquan's mouth. He opened his mouth and bit the piece with his upper and lower teeth. Although he had never been tortured before, Gao Liquan had seen similar scenes in many movies. He bit hard, and the smell of the piece of stuff didn't look very good, exuding an indescribable odor, which stimulated Gao Liquan to involuntarily think: Whose mouth has this dirty piece of glue been stuffed into?

His mind flashed back to his mind that he beat his guards in the elevator. All were faces full of evil sneers and ridicule. Bastards, they must have done something on the glue block. Perhaps, this thing was stuffed into the butt of a prisoner in advance, and now it was stuffed into my mouth.

Gao Liquan didn't listen to a word when the guard chief Lasquez was instructed. However, the whip was waving in the air and making a scream that cut through the air, but he could hear it very clearly. When the tip of the whip contacted the skin on the back, it made a crisp "crackling" sound. Gao Liquan felt the burning pain tearing his shoulders, and the whip plowed deep grooves on his flesh. This pain was unbearable, so he could only bite the glue block more vigorously.

When the severe pain flows and spreads on the back, Gao Liquan's eyes begin to open wide. Now, there is no attitude blood flowing out. It will take at least four or five times until the whip is cut into the previous wound like a sharp steel knife, which will stimulate the nerves to produce a stronger and stronger pain.

Hearing this argument, Gao Liquan no longer had the strength to argue, so he could only smile weakly and shake his head.

"Do you want to deny it?"

The guard chief Lasquez was once again angry by Gao Liquan's attitude: "Don't think I will not kill you. I just think that a guy like you shouldn't waste his life here in vain. Listen, I can give you a chance to leave this prison. We need warriors, especially those who are fearless like you. But the premise is that you have to listen to me."

The severe pain tortured Gao Liquan so that he could not speak to deal with Lasquez. He could only open his lips and make vague wriggles of unknown meaning. Such movement made the guard Lasquez mistakenly believe that he was agreeing or admitting, so the old man's face showed a hint of satisfaction. He stared at the dying Gao Liquan for nearly half a minute before he slowly nodded and issued orders to the surrounding armed guards.

"Take this guy to the infirmary. This kind of skin injury is nothing. At most, he will become lively again in one week."

...

Gao Liquan stayed in the infirmary for three days.

It was an extremely painful day. Lying in the infirmary, his injured back was wrapped in a bandage soaked with salt water. The prison budget was very limited, and alcohol and other drugs were only open to the guards. As for prisoners, the most daily disinfection was salt water. Gao Liquan felt that his brain was extremely awake by the pain. That feeling was like rolling in hell. However, salt would help his back, which was rotten like a broken sack, healed better. The doctor stitched a few stitches for his worst wound. The needle had no effect on Gao Liquan, and he could not even feel the pain.

Just the day after leaving the infirmary, Gao Liquan began to plan his own jailbreak plan.

If you want to leave this prison, you must first go to the ground. There is only one way to leave the underground cell, that is, to the roof. If you can reach that place, you may use a rope or something to climb outside the wall. Of course, this plan itself has too many flaws, and Gao Liquan has no idea about the prison structure. He just knows that he should do this. As for the problems he will encounter temporarily, he can only talk about it later.

The problem that must be solved at the moment is the elevator. It is the only way to reach the roof, that is, the ground. He must find a way to control the elevator. There are armed guards at any time, and Gao Liquan is not sure what to do. But one thing is certain: there must be a weapon or something. It is not necessarily a gun, but it must be concealed enough to be hidden, and it can be fatal.

After two days of enduring in silence, Gao Liquan finally chose the weapon target he wanted.

There is always a misunderstanding in human thinking. They will fabricate their own special cognitive conditions in fantasy and reality according to their own thinking consciousness. Just like men and women, the former is strong and powerful, while the latter must have a graceful figure and beautiful face to be considered a good woman. This extremely superficial and completely superficial judgment condition comes from some factors left over from the primitive period, and on the other hand, it is the common understanding of beauty, ugliness and badness of human beings in the evolution of civilization. In short, thin men are definitely not as attractive as strong men on the outside. A fat and bloated women are far less attractive than skinny.

The same is true for the concept of weapons.

In a civilized world, the most common and most common weapon with the most lethality, of course, is a gun.

Secondly, it is a knife or other sharp things.

A stick as thick as an arm is of course a weapon. However, if the front part of the stick is sharpened and then an iron shovel head is installed, although this method greatly enhances the function of the stick as a weapon, and it can even be more terrifying than when it was a stick at first. However, few people recognize its attack effect. Because the stick has become a shovel. In terms of specific functions, it is first a modified tool of labor. Secondly, it can play the role of a weapon.

Of course, it must be done in specific occasions and in special circumstances.

Because of this premise, in the fixed concept of human thinking, is a completely different concept of "shovel" and "weapon". Although, shovels can also be used to kill people.

Gao Liquan’s idea is based on such logical thinking misunderstandings.

He noticed that every day, the prison guards would take away the tableware placed on the wooden table one by one after the prisoners' meals. As it took a lot of time to wait for the elevator, the prisoners almost always stood in the restaurant and watched this scene silently. The armed guards always carefully confirmed the number of table knifes on the table. As long as one missing, they would immediately gather everyone and search one by one. This is not surprising. In the language pronunciation of this world, the concept and meaning of table knife are similar to those on the earth. Especially in terms of word order, the concept of "knife" is particularly enhanced. Although the function of this thing is only tableware, the word "knife" is still carried with it. This means sharpness, which means having the effect of cutting and spike. If it were not for the prisoners' living habits that require such special objects, the prison would definitely not place the knife and fork on the table for them to use. Instead, they would tell everyone very clearly: use your hands to fetch food in the basin.

Compared with the careful and cautious treatment of the fork, the treatment of forks is much less cold. The armed guards never count the number of forks, at least in Gao Liquan's opinion. He observed silently for several days and found that the guards were very careful about each of the forks, and there were four people responsible for counting the quantity. After one order and the other, the four people had to nod and agree on the specific number of forks. Only when the safety issues of tableware were solved can they be considered as being solved.

As for other things, forks, plates, soup bowls, etc., the armed guards have a much worse attitude. They never waste time on these things. They always put them in large garbage basins, throw them into small carts in a mess, and then transport them all away.

No one noticed the problem, nor did anyone notice any loopholes in it. Compared with the prisons that Gao Liquan had seen on Earth, the order in Songcheng Prison was quite good. Although prisoners fought each other from time to time, the threats caused by each other were very small. This was the first time that Gao Liquan directly swung his fists and beat people to death after the prefect of Guardian Lasquez took over.

In many cases, tough and rough behavior will deter others around you. For example, now, Gao Liquan has become a guy who cannot be easily provoked in the minds of prisoners in Songcheng Prison. He is very strong, although not very tall, he is very capable of fighting, and has a crazy mind, and has very good fighting skills. The most terrible thing is that this guy is prone to losing his mind. Once he is passionate, his mind may become less clear. It is irrational to oppose such a person. If he remains sober, then you can use his fists to let him understand his strength and strength. But if he is simply a mental patient, then no matter what you do or say, he will not be afraid, and it will only bring endless trouble to himself.

Do you need to find enough factual basis for this statement? The poor guy who was beaten to death by him is the best proof. He did nothing, just watching Gao Liquan vent his anger on the leather sandbag, and was jealous, and wanted to go up and replace Gao Liquan and make himself enjoy it. As a result... everyone saw that Gao Liquan smashed his head with his fist like a madman and stomped his throat with his feet. Although the bloody wall in the gym had been repainted with lime, as long as he approached, he could still see a dark red snatched from the white ash, and could smell the faint smell of blood in the air.

Prisoners gathered together according to their respective interests and hobbies. Just like men and women, they got married because they had feelings for each other. There were many homosexuals in Songcheng Prison, and some people once had the brains of Gao Liquan, a fresh meat that just came in. If it weren't for his ugly face covered with scars, his butt would have been spilled out by countless prisoners. Now, no one wants to have intimate communication with him on this issue. In doing so, not only will he not be able to get pleasure, but he may be beaten to human jerky by this madman.

The porridge for breakfast was still filled with a smell of slurry. With indescribable nausea and boredom, Gao Liquan silently swallowed the small amount of liquid left in the soup bowl. As usual, there were two prisoners sitting next to him, and Hawks sat opposite him as usual. The guy's appetite and appetite were still amazing. Hawks was obviously not affected by Gao Liquan's murder, and he ate the porridge that was so bad that he ate with relish. The speed was still very fast.
Chapter completed!