Chapter 7 Death Row

The carriage was very crowded, and there was a smell of men's sweat. A group of soldiers sat on the ground casually, and some were lying on top of the large boxes containing military supplies in the carriage. Zhang Tie Sitting quietly next to several boxes obviously containing weapons, Zhang Tie frowned slightly looking at those malicious eyes.

When they came in, these guys were honest and honest, and they looked like that. At this time, Zhang Tie realized that the aura of these guys didn't look like a soldier at all.

The air in the carriage was a bit stuffy. As soon as the train left, a few guys took off their military uniforms, revealing large swathes of tattoos of ghosts and monsters. Zhang Tie knew that in some troops in the Blackson Terran Corridor There will be uniform tattoos, which are usually a symbol of the honor and strength of the army, but the tattoos on these guys in front of them are so unique that there are almost no similarities, which are obviously not tattooed in the army.

At some point, the people sitting around Zhang Tie quietly stood up and left. The atmosphere in the carriage also gradually changed. The people who were still chatting and whispering stopped, and everyone looked at Zhang Tie. Tie, and then, a few big and three rough guys walked towards Zhang Tie with unfriendly expressions.

Seeing a few guys approaching, Zhang Tie just raised his eyelids to take a look, and then continued to sit. As a practitioner, he did not even stand up because of his abacus mental calculation.

"Boy, I heard that you are a deserter?" A guy walked up to Zhang Tie and said loudly.

"No, I just passed by here and was treated as a deserter. I just wanted to see the war zone where I was fighting the demons, so I hitched a ride in!" Zhang Tie said calmly.

"Ha ㄅ ㄅ ㄅ ㄅ ㄅ ㄅ ha ㄅ ㄅ ㄅ ㄅ ㄅ" that guy laughed wildly, as if he thought Zhang Tie had told a good joke, "Don't pretend, if you weren't a deserter, why would you be sent to fight with me?" Let’s go together, the people in this carriage are all death row prisoners, they were sent to the frontline stormtroopers as cannon fodder, as long as they can survive for a year, everyone will be exempted from capital crimes and can get a new identity!”

Zhang Tie was stunned for a moment, then laughed and shook his head. He didn't expect that the captain of the gendarmerie would give him such a trick. It seems that being mistaken as a deserter really has no good fruit anywhere.

"Boy, I'm the boss in this carriage now. Everyone here listens to me, so don't you have anything to say?" The man looked at Zhang Tie with a condescending gaze.

"Oh, then you all work hard and strive to be alive after one year!" Zhang Tie "encouraged" these guys in a neutral manner.

Zhang Tie didn't have any preconceived ill feelings towards these death row prisoners, because law is sometimes the representative of the will of the rich and powerful, and those who are sentenced to death row are not necessarily villains themselves. Of course, this does not mean death row prisoners They are all good people, and there must be scum here, because no matter where it is, a country that turns a bunch of innocent people and good people into death row will die quickly because of its own rot. Countries and regions have different regimes, but the regimes and systems of most countries are relatively mature, a summary of thousands of years of human experience, so countries like the above basically have no talents.

Hearing Zhang Tie's words, that guy froze for a moment, and then became furious as if his lungs had been blown out of anger. For some reason, that guy felt like an idiot in front of Zhang Tie. Zhang Tie's words made him feel like an idiot. He felt insulted.

Seeing Zhang Tie sitting leaning against the carriage, that guy kicked Zhang Tie on the head,

That strength and speed, as well as the majesty of the moves, are already somewhat of the strength of a seventh-level fighter.

If an ordinary person is hit by this kick, even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured.

Zhang Tie was still sitting, without moving a bit. He just casually grabbed the man's feet, and like throwing a fly, he swung the man face down towards the bottom of the train carriage.

At this moment, Zhang Tie, although his body has lost a lot of the strength brought by the Qiliguo, all the 34 bright points on his spine have been ignited, and the whole person has advanced to level 9, and the potential of the body has been further tapped After coming out and making up for each other, the pure power possessed by his body at this moment is almost the same as when he was underground in the ice and snow wasteland and did not eat the nine powerful giant wolf seven power fruits. Of course, this is only a comparison of power , and in other respects, Zhang Tie's combat awareness, combat skills and use of combat spirit, after being baptized by Master Abian, are much stronger than before.

With the sound of "Beng ㄅ ㄅ ㄅ ㄅ ㄅ ㄅ", the whole carriage shook, and there was a sudden silence in the carriage.

A pool of dark red blood slowly printed out from under the person who claimed to be the boss, soaking the floor of the carriage in a short while, and the person fell face down in his own pool of blood and never got up again. Pass.

As if nothing had happened, Zhang Tie continued to sit against the wall, practicing his abacus and mental arithmetic, and seized the time to improve his mental strength.

Outside the carriage, the iron wheels of the train were running fast on the railway, and the sound of the crackling sound was very loud, even through a layer of metal iron carriages, it was still very harsh when it came in, but there was no sound in the carriage. Even the sound of breathing was suppressed, and he didn't dare to take a big breath.

A few minutes later, a slightly hoarse voice came from the crowd in the carriage, "Xie Mier..."

As soon as the voice came out, a person came out of the crowd, carefully picked up the corpse of the guy on the ground, dragged it away, carefully checked the condition of the corpse, and then began to deal with the blood on the ground,

That guy took it very seriously. While completely erasing the traces on the ground on one side, he made another scene with the corpse on the wall of the carriage on the other side.

A few minutes later, the guy named Xie Mier clapped his hands and stood up, "Okay, as long as the army doesn't send trace experts over, I shouldn't be able to see the problem. If I still have some tools and materials on hand, even the traces There is no problem with the experts coming over.”

The slightly hoarse voice sounded again, "Bohr just committed suicide, did you see that?"

The crowd was silent for two seconds, and then a voice rang out angrily, "Poll, a coward, heard that he was going to the front-line stormtroopers, and he was out of order. Everyone fell asleep last night and was yelling in nightmares. , Woke everyone up, said he didn't want to die, this coward, bah!"

"Yeah, this guy still wants to encourage me to run away with him. When he sees that there is really no chance of escape on the road, his face will turn bad!" Another voice sounded.

"Xie Mier, just now this coward committed suicide by your side. What exactly happened, I didn't seem to see it just now!"

"This coward committed suicide by crashing into the wall. Everyone saw it. After a loud noise, it looked like this. It even shocked me!"

"Yeah, this guy doesn't even have the courage to hold a knife, what a coward!"

"That's right, that coward committed suicide by hitting the wall!" The crowd burst into chatter.

Suddenly, a guy burst into tears, and tears splashed everywhere in an instant. The crying sound really made those who saw the sad tears cry, "Why is this guy Boer so hard to think about it? Isn't he just going to the stormtroopers? As his best My friend' we have an appointment to find some women to have sex with when we come out of the stormtroopers alive!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Tie was stunned. Who are these guys?

An old man in his sixties, wearing a military uniform and a pair of glasses, walked over from behind the crowd, came to Zhang Tie, bent down humblely, and almost touched his white hair. Cang Cang lowered his head below his knees, "Your Excellency, my name is Ximan, and I am very happy to serve you!"

This man's voice had a hoarse taste. As soon as Zhang Tie heard it, he knew that this old guy was the first person to speak just now. Judging by his appearance, it was hard to imagine that such a guy would be a death row prisoner. Wearing a military uniform looks like a senior staff officer. Even if he takes off the military uniform, he looks like a professor or a bank manager in the school. This guy has a certain temperament similar to Abian. I really don’t know why it appears. it's here.

"Well, tell me, what did you do?" Zhang Tierao looked at the old guy with interest.

"Well, this ㄅㄅㄅㄅㄅㄅ is just a small financial dispute!" The old guy pushed his glasses with his hands, and said very "subtly".

"Financial disputes?" Zhang Tie felt a little baffled by this term.

"A little financial dispute with the Cross Star Bank!" The old guy said lightly.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. This old guy, nicknamed Old Dog, is a super liar. He almost defrauded Crossstar Bank into bankruptcy. If the jihad hadn't erupted suddenly, the Crossstar Business Alliance would immediately implement emergency air traffic control. This old dog got on the airship and was invited down, and he doesn't know which continent he went to to become his billionaire at the moment!" A voice said, and then squeezed out of the crowd, and came to Zhang Tie , "My name is Figo, I am a veterinarian by profession, and I am willing to serve you!"

Interesting, veterinarian, Zhang Tie smiled, "So, what about you, why did you become a death row prisoner?"

Figo grinned, slightly embarrassed, "This ㄅㄅㄅㄅㄅㄅ is just that I performed a few minor surgeries on them for free before they invited me!"

"Minor surgery?"

"Your Excellency, Figo's minor surgery is generally aimed at men—those rich and powerful families who like to forcefully donate their genetic material to the other party under the conditions that the woman is unwilling to accept. I know that there are such men. Our Figo will do everything possible to help such a man perform a minor birth control operation for free, so that those men will lose the necessary basis for the generation and physical transmission of their genetic material to the woman from now on. , Of course, our Figo never uses anesthesia during this kind of operation!" The old dog revealed Figo's old background calmly.

Damn, Zhang Tie felt his legs tense when he understood what he said. What kind of guys are these death row prisoners? (To be continued. "This text is provided by the breaking dawn update group x-on:我爱小娃t." If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)