Chapter 53 This is his confidence

This was unexpected for the supervisor. He thought that throwing Lei Zhen in would be enough to complete the job, and breaking his legs and feet would satisfy others.

So the handcuffs and shackles were not even taken off, but no one expected that under such circumstances, five of the most brutal criminals could be killed.

What on earth does this guy do?

More than ten people rushed into the cell with batons, beat Lei Zhen all over the head and face, and then dragged him out by his legs.

"Boss, all five of them are dead."

"The body will be disposed of, and the funeral expenses will be one thousand per family."

Supervisor Tu's voice was quite cold, even colder than a corpse.

"It's dark enough, haha."

Lei Zhen, with blood all over his face, raised his head and stared at Tu Guanjiao, who was trying to make another fortune from the dead, with admiration in his eyes.

"There's no way, the road to making money is narrow." Tu Guanjiao laughed and said, "Not everyone is like you, hehehe..."

He took money to do the job, which was a routine operation.

The chaos of this era is not only in society, but also in detention centers and prisons from top to bottom.

It is common for people to die in there, and after death, the family members have to pay to buy the body. Even if the person is executed by firing squad, they still have to pay for the bullets.

"People die for money, birds die for food. I understand that perfectly." Lei Zhen grinned and said, "How about I pay you ten times what they gave you?"

"ten times?"

Tu Guanjiao showed a greedy look, and his face was smiling like Maitreya Buddha, as if the thing in front of him was a mountain of gold.

"Yes, ten times." Lei Zhen nodded. "You have plenty of ways to take the money, and plenty of ways to get by."

"Master Zhen, this is not a small amount of money. It has to be at least this amount—"

Tu Guanjiao changed his address and held up a finger.

"Hehehe, Master Zhen, don't think it's expensive. As long as you can come up with this money, you're the master here. Even if you want to play with women, I can make sure you have a different one every day!"

"One million?"

"Master Zhen is a sensible man, hehe."

Lei Zhen laughed. He didn't know where this guy got the courage to say one million, unless he didn't want to take money at all.

What era is this?

He is spending money like crazy by holding a lottery and giving people a daily salary of 200 yuan. A small supervisor dares to talk about one million yuan.

"Master Tu, you may have misunderstood me." Lei Zhen licked the blood from his lips and said sarcastically, "I mean to pay ten times the price for your life. Obviously, you are not worth a million, so you should be a bit more humble."

Hearing this, Supervisor Tu still had a smile on his face, as if he didn't care at all, but he swung the baton in his hand without hesitation and hit him directly.

"Bang!"

With one blow of the stick, Lei Zhen fell heavily to the ground.

"Hey, let me show you my methods first, and then you'll feel that one million is really nothing. I promise you."

"Take him to the tiger room, hehe."

“…”

Tiger room, torture chamber.

Because the tiger bench was a common punishment in the early days, the torture chamber was called the tiger chamber over time.

This kind of place existed in every prison in the early 1990s. It was not until the management systems and human rights issues were formalized that they were completely abolished.

But while it still existed, it was definitely every prisoner's nightmare.

"Hang him up!"

In the tiger room, Lei Zhen was hung high.

He shook the blood off his face and looked around at the various torture instruments.

There were barbed leather whips, bamboo sticks, bamboo clips, towels and feces, as well as hammers, electric motors, and even soldering irons.

"You have all the tools," Lei Zhen scoffed. "But I advise you to use them with caution, or you'll be in big trouble."

"Where the hell do you get the confidence from?"

Supervisor Tu was puzzled. He had dealt with countless prisoners and seen many tough guys, but he had never seen a guy like this.

He is about to be punished, yet he still dares to be so arrogant.

"Lei Zhen, do you know who you've offended? From the moment you were sent in, you were destined not to get out alive."

"Originally, I wanted to break your legs and feet because that's all the money I'm going to get, but since you want to die, don't blame me, Old Butcher."

"Today I will let you see what it means to live a life worse than death!"

Supervisor Tu took off his shirt, picked up the black whip in the corner, and soaked it in the oil barrel.

The advantage of doing this is that the whip is tighter and more severe, and each whip will tear off a piece of flesh, exposing the bones inside.

"Grass!"

Lei Zhen cursed fiercely, his eyes fixed on the heavy iron gate, and he heard a noisy sound coming from outside.

"What's going on outside?" Instructor Tu frowned and said, "Go out and see, tell them to stop making noise. I'm teaching a class."

The man turned around and walked over to open the iron gate.

"Bang!"

A foot kicked the door fiercely, and the powerful force directly knocked the person who opened the door away. Then a young man wearing camouflage and with fierce eyes rushed in.

"Who are you?"

Supervisor Tu spoke, holding the whip and facing the other party.

The next second, the young man rushed in front of him and used an extremely brutal tiger climb to knock him against the wall.

“Bang!”

With a body weighing nearly 200 pounds, he had no power to fight back and even the wall began to tremble after being hit.

Then Supervisor Tu fell to the ground, his head and face covered in blood, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.

"You're so fucking slow?" Lei Zhen cursed angrily, "I've been beaten to a pulp, luckily I taught you how to be so aggressive, you bunch of bastards!"

The young man who was scolded was unhappy, but he just glared, then stood up straight and saluted the door.

Du Liancheng strode in, followed by several armed special forces soldiers, including Sun Yinhu.

This is the confidence behind his thunder!

"Uncle!"

Sun Yinhu ran over and quickly put Lei Zhen down.

"Lei Zhen, are you okay?" Du Liancheng asked with concern.

"See if you're okay if someone hit you with a baton?" Lei Zhen wiped the blood from his face and said angrily, "What kind of special forces are you? You're so slow. Why did I have to be arrested? I just wanted to see how efficient you were in carrying out the rescue mission, but I was sorely disappointed!"

"we are……"

"You're just a bunch of idiots. This is still in China, just a prison, but it took you eight or nine hours to break in. Do you have the nerve to speak?"

"What the hell are you doing as a special forces soldier? You should just go home and take care of your kids. You're such a disgrace!"

After being scolded, Du Liancheng was very unhappy and his face became quite ugly, but Lei Zhen's next words made him shut his mouth tightly.

"The car was on the road for a full six hours, giving you far too much time to react, and yet you were unable to intercept it."

"How do you conduct reconnaissance, how do you assign missions, and how do you react? The domestic environment is like this. If you were to carry out a mission abroad, without any backup or guidance, how would you respond?"

This was a soul-searching question that forced Du Liancheng to shut up.

Because their reaction is too slow and they have too many concerns, the existence of special forces has indeed lost its meaning.

"Lei Zhen, we saved you!" The young man who broke in first made an extremely unhappy sound.

"You're so awesome for saving me with your fists and feet?" Lei Zhen glared at him and said, "Does relying on your Bajiquan skills make you a good soldier? You're just gangster material. Come back and join me, and I'll teach you a lesson!"

He was very persistent and couldn't forget to bring the other person into the underworld...