A War Between Spies

Yang Yi is heading to a new cell. Wherever he goes, it will cause the prisoners to cheer and cry wildly.

"You are dead! I bought you and you lost."

"Your head will be flattened!"

"I bought you to win. If you hurt me, I will pee on your body, bastard! You must give me a win!"

All kinds of shouts, every prisoner looks very excited, and Yang Yi, his expression is very complicated.

Yang Yi was very excited at the time, but sometimes he was very upset, but most of the time, he looked very scared and helpless.

The prisoners can of course see the performance of Yang Yi. Those who want him to lose will use various languages ​​to attack him. Of course, there are also prisoners who want him to win. These people will find ways to cheer for Yang Yi, but only from They couldn't hear those words that were particularly exciting. They were only awkward except for threats, so they just changed the way to fight Yang Yi.

Finally, I walked to the new cell and stood at the door of the new cell. Yang Yi’s last eyes lit up.

There was no one in the new cell, and it was the bunk bed. Buddy did it. He helped Yang Yi get everything he needed.

The door of the cell was opened, and Yang Yi entered the door. After the iron gate was closed, he quickly turned around and whispered to the prison guard: "When will the boxing come?"

The prison guard looked at Yang Yi with a very complicated look. He did not answer Yang Yi’s question, so he turned and walked away.

The sky is going to be dark, and it will turn off when it is nine o'clock. Yang Yi thinks that the boxing champion will come before the lights are turned off, so he still has time, but time is not too much.

Yang Yi threw his own things into the upper bunk, and then he climbed up quickly.

Climbing to the upper bunk, Yang Yi looked at the height of the bed, then he took off his plastic hammer from the waist as quickly as possible, looked at the curved curvature of the stick, and gently waved twice. After trying the hand, I didn't straighten the curved stick, but kept the curvature of the stick.

The three-sided thorn was pulled out from the waist and held tightly in his hand, and then Yang Yi began to look for a comfortable and easy-to-power posture.

Holding a plastic stick in his right hand and holding a three-sided thorn in his left hand, Yang Yiwei was on the bed. After feeling it, he fell on the bed, then sat on the bed. Finally, he chose to kneel on the bed, because only this The posture allows him to maintain the maximum strength of the attack.

Just as Yang Yi was still looking for a suitable posture, he heard footsteps and then heard the cheers of the prisoners.

Deeply took a breath, Yang Yi closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, his face turned from indifference to panic and helplessness.

The boxing champion stood at the door of the cell, and then he crossed the iron bar and Yang Yi’s eyes.

The boxing champion laughed at Yang Yi and smiled very happy.

The prison guard opened the fists of the boxing champion outside. After the door of the cell was opened, the boxing champion could not wait to enter the cell.

"No one can move until I leave."

After a loud warning, the prison guard looked at Yang Yi in the upper bunk, and then looked at the boxing champion in front of him, suddenly loudly: "Close the door!"

At this time, Yang Yi suddenly yelled.

"Don't go! Take me out of here, don't go!"

Yang Yisheng shouted out, and the prison guard looked at Yang Yi, but he only turned around and left and left.

The prison guard left, and the boxing champion turned to look at the back of the prison guard. Then he turned and looked at Yang Yi. He took a long breath and then looked at Yang Yidao with a fierce look: "Are you afraid?"

Yang Yi’s face is fierce, but his murder is how to look at it.

"Don't come over, don't come over! I warn you not to come over!"

Yang Yi shouted at the very screaming champion, but the boxing champion took a step forward with a happy smile, and then he stopped again.

The boxing hand reached the back of the waist, and then he slowly pulled out a knife about 20 centimeters long. The back part of the knife was wrapped with cloth. The position of the real edge is five or six centimeters long. .

The knife was pinched between the two fingers, and the boxing champion smiled. "I can kill you with my fist. Do you know what to do with this? I am going to use this slow after I can't beat you." Slowly cut off and cut off on you, are you ready to enjoy it?"

Yang Yi hurriedly gasped, and the boxing champion smiled: "Why don't you talk, you can't say it very well? Oh, I will cut off your tongue and you have a chance to talk."

Yang Yi was like a child hiding in bed. He only used his quilt to cover his head. He stepped back on the bed in the upper bunk, and he retreated to the edge, and then he shouted screaming.

"Fake oil! Fuck! You are a sissy girl with no eggs, I want to kill you, I want to kill you!"

The current Yang Yi is a poor worm who seizes the opportunity to make a few more words before he dies. He can only take time to get a little cheaper on his mouth.

But the boxing champion is still irritated.

The boxing champion threw the knife in his hand to the ground, and then rushed toward Yang Yi.

It was just two steps away. As soon as the boxing champion reached out, he grabbed the past toward Yang Yi.

Yang Yi raised his modified hammer and struggled to the face of the boxing champion.

The boxing champion used to be a professional boxer. Although boxing is not allowed to use legs, the pace of the boxer is very flexible. If standing on the ground, Yang Yi cannot escape the continuous punch of a professional boxer, nor can he limit it. Living in the footsteps of a professional boxer, so he needs to have a condescending advantage, so he has to find a cell with a bunk.

Yang Yi’s hammer smashed down, and his condescending advantage came out. The boxing champion had to reach out and pull him down from the bed, so he lost his flexible footsteps.

The boxing champion stretched out his left arm to block Yang Yi’s hammer, and he took advantage of the stick in Yang Yi’s hand when he turned his wrist, but only used a thin plastic sheet of chili sauce to fly smoothly under the impact of gravity. Spill it out.

It is an ordinary person's reaction to see something coming to his own eyes. A professional boxer will never close his eyes, and at most he will dodge.

But the chili sauce still didn't splash into the eyes of the boxing champion, because the boxing champion's reaction was too fast, just leaning sideways and leaning back to escape the splashing of the chili sauce with too small a splash area.

However, Yang Yi did not fully expect the chili sauce to make meritorious deeds. When he squatted down with a hammer, the whole body had already rushed forward and downward.

The head of the boxing champion leaned back, and Yang Yi volleyed out. The right hand of the boxing champion grabbed Yang Yi’s pants, but Yang Yi flew to the face of the boxing champion and fell to the ground with a heavy boxing champion.

The two fell together on the ground, but Yang Yi immediately stood up and stood up.

The three-sided thorn was still held in Yang Yi's left hand, but only half of it was left, and his three-sided thorn was broken.

The rest of the triangle thorns into the neck of the boxing champion ~ www.readwn.com ~ right next to the throat.

The fear and panic on Yang Yi’s face disappeared completely, leaving only indifference.

The boxing champion struggled to climb from the ground, and he quickly stood up, but he did not rush to Yang Yi, but stumbled back.

Growing up his mouth, the boxing man’s face panic, his mouth creaking, his hands clasping wildly around his neck, and then he grabbed a short three-pointed thorn. I tried to pull out the three-sided thorn in my neck.

When the three-pointed thorn was pulled out halfway, the boxing champion fell to the ground again.

The boxing champion is dead, and he can't die without the entire neck being pierced.

With a slight sigh of relief, Yang Yi threw the half-three-sided thorn in his hand to the ground. He felt that his legs were a little soft, so he wanted to sit down slowly against the wall.

Finally, I finally murdered. I used a homemade plastic weapon to kill a person at a close distance. Yang Yi now feels that she is going to collapse, but he does not feel scared at all. He just feels tired and nothing more.

In a clean and neat way, Yang Yi killed a fighter who was much stronger than him.

The battle was a total of one second from the beginning to the end. The moment that Yang Yi threw himself out of the bed decided the result.

But the real time of the battle was not the moment when Yang Yi swung the plastic hammer, and the moment when Yang Yi challenged the boxing champion in the restaurant, he started. In Yang Yi’s homemade weapons, he tried to adjust to one. A cell with a bunk bed allows him to take advantage of his advanced position. He has repeatedly provoked and humiliated the boxing champion, and he has already begun when he has just played a long time in the boxing.

Therefore, when Yang Yi waved out the plastic hammer filled with chili sauce, it was not the beginning of the battle, but the end of the battle.