The American Scripture

Sokolov has been a little depressed and apprehensive recently. He is completely devoid of the arrogance and domineering he used to be in prison. He is a man with his tail tucked in. When he got up the day before yesterday, he found the body of his boss. A piece of his throat was ripped off, and the whole trachea was ripped off by something. The point is that he didn't notice it in his sleep. \\ 　 Know that he and his boss are in a cell.

What is even more desperate is that there are still a few **** characters on the wall in the cell.

"Guess, will it be you next?"

I guess? God, let me guess what? What could be more desperate and frightening than this? The boss died and he became the biggest suspect, because he was the only one who was with the boss and was interrogated for a day and night in isolation. He did not confess, and he even hoped that the interrogation would continue forever.

Does this matter have anything to do with that Chinese? There must be a relationship, but what kind of energy does he possess to make his boss die cruelly and silently in his cell? Did they buy the guards here? Soon he rejected this idea of ​​his own. This is impossible.

After the interrogation, he was allowed to move freely with the prisoners~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to read newspapers and even watch TV, or to play ball with the **** prisoners. Of course you can also bask in the sun. Sokolov was ready to go out and walk, but wherever he went, people quickly kept a distance from him and left quickly. As if he was a plague god. In the past, he can be seen as a result of force. but now. He definitely does not want such a phenomenon to appear. He feels a little safe only in the crowd, but now he is abandoned by the crowd.

"Why keep your distance from me?" He suddenly rushed to a strong man who was about to leave him, and grabbed his collar by the collar. Yelled loudly, "Why don't you stay with me? Are you afraid of me? They are all afraid of me? Tell me why, otherwise I don't mind killing you!"

"Yes...our wall...there is words, whoever dares to talk to you will have to die..." That guy, with such a strong body, didn't dare to resist in the slightest in front of Sokolov.

"There are words on the wall?" Sokolov immediately thought of the words on the wall of his cell. His face turned pale suddenly, but he still pretended to be bold and said viciously to the guy. "Talking to me is going to die? Why are you not dead now? Frighten who? Haha, who is Lao Tzu? The devil sees me and worries!" He laughed twice, emboldening himself.

Talking to yourself is going to die? Is this a threat? The ridiculous threat is like the phrase "Guess. Will it be you next?" It was a joke at all, maybe the boss committed some strange problem himself, and then scratched his throat. Knowing that this speculation was too absurd, he still wanted to comfort himself like this.

Forget it, the guy talked to me, but he was not dead, which is enough to prove that the writing on the wall looks more like a prank joke. Sokolov was full of energy. Makeup looked around with calm and vicious eyes, and the people around were still avoiding his eyes.

It feels like there is no fun here. He walked into the room where he could watch TV alone. TV news is broadcasting a piece of news. On a street in New York, the leader of the Russian gang, Sergey Kiryenko, was pierced through his mouth by an iron rod that fell from the sky when he passed a street. Coming out of the back of his head, he was firmly nailed to the ground, and his death was extremely miserable.

Sokolov's face turned pale. He still heard about the Russian gangs being swept across the United States, but he believed that his gang would be able to survive, but... this was obviously wiped out. The state of it. He opened his mouth, and realized that he could not speak.

When he was extremely shocked, he suddenly heard a commotion outside, and then some guards ran past him and rushed outside, and someone rushed in from the outside, shouting in horror.

Someone died outside.

From their yelling, Sokolov understood what they were yelling. His heart was inexplicably tight, and then he desperately went out, but the people outside saw him as if seeing him. He fled around like a ghost, and in an instant, only the guard carrying the corpse and the hapless guy were left.

The corpse was lifted away from him, and he saw the man's face, his whole person was dumbfounded, it was the guy who was talking to him. He died, and he seemed to have heard the forensic doctor beside him say that it was a sudden heart attack. This... how is this possible?

"No, God, no—" He finally felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart, and finally felt fear from the depths of his soul. When his legs became weak, he knelt on the ground, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul. Kneeling there and muttering something like that, at this moment, he suddenly felt that something hit his head severely. A warm liquid flowed from the top of his head to his eyes, and then his whole world turned red.

There were two guards brandishing their batons and yelling at him loudly, but he couldn't hear him clearly, his body was swaying, and then he fell to the ground when he crooked, and then his body was caught by the two guards. He dragged him into his cell like a dead dog. After a while, a doctor, accompanied by two guards, bandaged his head hastily and left in a hurry.

Now, he died of the plague in the prison, and no one dared to say a word to him, including the unfortunate one who was adjusted to his cell after his boss died. He was looking at Sokolov with a look of horror. Some trembling curled up on his bed, as if he was facing a devil, Satan.

Early the next morning, Sokolov opened his eyes and looked around. He was not dead, and now he had a companion. Since the devil wanted to torture him, he would torture the **** in the prison. Are you afraid of me? Don’t you dare to talk to me? Then I just want to talk to you.

Sokolov made up his mind and smiled, his adaptability is very strong. Now that it was so decided, he would do it, so he walked to the hapless guy in the same room. He smiled and said, "What is your name? If you don't tell me, I don't mind killing you!"

The man shook his head desperately, and the more he pressed the question, the less he would speak. Sokolov fisted and beat the guy to death, but he never said a word to Sokolov. Sokolov was tired. He smiled and pointed at the hapless guy and said: "I will let you speak to me!"

Soon after breakfast, it was time for the wind again. Sokolov took the initiative to walk outside, and he deliberately walked towards the places where the crowd was concentrated. She opened her arms and laughed loudly at them: "Come here, you guys without eggs, come over and talk to me!"

Where did he go. Wherever people dodge in a panic. In the end he caught a brawny man who couldn't escape, and he smiled wildly at the guy: "Come on, tell me, I am a devil. Say ah--" Hit the brawny man.

Obviously, this time he found the wrong person. The brawny man squeezed his fist with one hand, and he heard the teeth of the bones of his hand "guck". Sound, the bones in his hands were crushed. Then the strong man shouted at the group of people behind him: "If you don't want to be harassed to death by him, kill him!"

This sentence is very useful. Suddenly the crowd rushed up, punched me and kicked Sokolov, and started frantically revenge. During this time, they were tossed hard enough by Sokolov. Now that someone is out of their heads, then they beat the dog. Right. Suddenly countless fists and feet fell on Sokolov's body.

"Beep—" the police siren blew towards, and I don’t know who said "Disperse", and the people who had participated in the besing of Sokolov immediately dispersed, leaving Sokolov alone. Lying there in a strange posture, his feet were about to lie next to his head.

A group of guards rushed over and began to raise batons to beat the group of people. Several others came over with a stretcher. Among them, the doctor was examining Sokolov’s pupils, and the light of the flashlight dangled in front of his eyes. .

"There is still a breath. He must be treated immediately. His hands and feet are all broken, and he has a few back vertebrae. He is already paralyzed..." The doctor's words kept coming to Sokolov's ears, he could only listen, and he He couldn't move, not even his eyeballs, he couldn't move his whole body, only his mind was still awake, and he could clearly see the things and people in front of him. But his whole body was so painful that he really wanted to die at this moment, why didn't he beat himself to death?

In the hospital, he was lying quietly with an oxygen mask on his face. His eyes could finally move a little bit. The doctor had performed the operation, but the final conclusion was that he was completely paralyzed, even talking and moving his fingers. It doesn't work, the only thing is that I can roll my eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and feel the pain all over the body.

The night has come. The light in the ward was on, and he was lying on the bed in despair. It was even more uncomfortable than killing him. Why did all this happen to him? No one came to see him, not even the nurses, only occasional guards came to see if he was dead. Maybe they already considered him dead.

The sound in the corridor gradually disappeared, and there was a strange silence in the whole ward. Sokolov's eyes slanted, and then he couldn't hide the fear in his eyes.

A person is slowly showing his figure in the ward. He is a man in his thirties. He seemed to appear out of thin air, with a smile on the corner of his mouth that made the devil tremble.

"I know what you are thinking!" The man slowly walked to Sokolov's side, "You shouldn't have killed that woman, so you have to bear it all now. The Russian gang is over, and soon they will A new Russian gang has formed, but that’s no longer yours! Don’t worry, you won’t die. You will die in fifteen years. Someone will take your life!"

Fifteen years later? A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, that cute little girl, she will come for revenge! (To be continued...) u