Chapter 756 After 15 Years, Someone Will Take Revenge

Sokolov has been a little depressed and frightened recently. In the prison, he has completely lost the arrogance and arrogance of the past. He is acting with his tail between his legs. When he got up the morning before yesterday, he found the body of his boss. He died in a terrible state. A piece of his throat was ripped off by something, and it was as if his entire trachea was ripped off by something. The point is, he didn't realize it in his sleep. \\ You must know that he and his boss are in the same cell.

What made people even more desperate was that there were still a few bloody characters written on the wall in that cell.

"Guess, will you be the next one?"

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

Does this matter have anything to do with that Chinese? It must be related, but how much energy does he have to make his boss die cruelly and silently in his cell? Did they bribe the guards here? Soon he rejected such thoughts of his own. it's out of the question.

After the interrogation, he was allowed to move freely with those prisoners, read books, newspapers and even watch TV, or play ball with those bastard prisoners. Of course you can also bask in the sun. Sokolov was about to come out for a walk, but wherever he went, everyone quickly kept a distance from him and left quickly. As if he was a plague god. In the past, he could be seen as a result of force. but now. He absolutely does not want this to happen. Only in the crowd he feels a little safe, but now he is abandoned by the crowd.

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

"Yes... there are words on our wall, whoever dares to talk to you will die..." Thanks to his strong body, the guy didn't dare to resist in front of Sokolov.

"Writing on the wall?" Sokolov immediately thought of the writing on the wall of his cell. Immediately his face turned pale, but he still pretended to be bold, and said viciously to that guy. "You're going to die if you talk to me? Why aren't you dead now? Who are you scaring? Haha, who is Lao Tzu? Even the devil sees that I'm going to worry!" He laughed twice, emboldening himself.

Talk to yourself and die? This is a threat? Ridiculous threats, like the phrase "guess. Will you be next?" It was a joke at all, maybe the boss made some strange mistake himself, and then scratched his own throat. Knowing that this guess is too absurd, but he still wants to comfort himself like this.

never mind,

The guy talked to me, but he didn't die, which is enough to prove that the writing on the wall looks more like a practical joke. Sokolov pulled himself together. He pretended to look around with calm and vicious eyes, and the people around him were still avoiding his eyes.

It feels like there is no fun here. He walked into the room where he could watch TV alone. The TV news is broadcasting a news. On a street in New York, Sergey Kiriyenko, the leader of the Russian gangster, was pierced through his mouth by an iron rod that fell from the sky when he passed a street. It came out from the back of his head and firmly nailed him to the ground, causing him to die in a terrible state.

Sokolov's face turned pale. He had heard about the sweep of the Russian gangs across the United States, but he believed that his gang would be able to survive, but... it was obvious that they had all been wiped out. status. He opened his mouth, and found himself speechless.

When he was extremely shocked, he suddenly heard a commotion outside, and then a guard ran past him, rushing outside, and someone rushed in from outside, shouting loudly and terrified.

Someone died outside.

From their yells, Sokolov understood the meaning of their yells, his heart tightened inexplicably, and then he went outside desperately, but the people outside saw him as if they had seen him. He ran away like a ghost, and in an instant, only the guard who carried the body and that unlucky guy were left.

The corpse was carried away from his side, he saw the face of that person, and he was stunned, it turned out to be the guy talking to him. He died, and he seemed to hear the forensic doctor beside him saying that it was a sudden heart attack. This...how is this possible?

"No, God, no—" He finally felt powerless from the bottom of his heart, and finally felt fear from the depths of his soul. As soon as his legs gave way, he fell to his knees, as if he had lost his soul Kneeling there and muttering something, at this moment, he suddenly felt something hit his head hard. A warm liquid flowed from the top of his head to his eyes, and his whole world turned red.

Two guards were waving batons and yelling loudly at him, but he couldn't hear clearly, his body wobbled, then he tilted and fell to the ground, and then his body was captured by the two guards. He was dragged into his cell like a dead dog, and after a while, a doctor, accompanied by two guards, roughly bandaged his head and left in a hurry.

Now, he is the god of plague in the prison, and no one dares to say a word to him, including the unlucky guy who was transferred to his cell after his boss died. He was looking at Sokolov with vacant eyes in fear. Some shivered and curled up on their own beds, as if what they were facing was 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 bastards in the prison. Aren't you afraid of me? Are you afraid to talk to me? Then I just want to talk to you.

Sokolov, who had made up his mind, smiled hey, his ability to adapt is very strong. Now that he had decided, he was going to do it, so he went to the unlucky guy in the same room. He smiled and said, "What's your name? If you don't tell me, I don't mind killing you!"

The man shook his head desperately, the more he pressed the question, the less he spoke. Sokolov punched the guy down and beat the guy to death, and he never said a word to Sokolov. Sokolov was tired. Pointing at the unlucky guy with a hey smile, he said, "I'll let you talk to me!"

Shortly after breakfast, it was time for a break again. Sokolov took the initiative to walk outside, and he deliberately went to the places where the crowds gathered. He opened his arms and laughed loudly at them: "Come here, you bastards, come here and talk to me!"

Where does he go. People there ran away in a panic. In the end, he still caught a strong man who couldn't escape, and he smiled loudly at the guy: "Come on, tell me, I'm a devil. Say—" He punched the guy Watching the strong man fight over.

Obviously, he found the wrong partner this time, the strong man squeezed his fist with one hand, and as soon as he squeezed hard, he heard the teeth-piercing "cluck" from the bones of his hand The sound, the bones in his hands were crushed. Then the strong man yelled at the group of people behind him: "If you don't want to be harassed to death by him, kill him!"

It works. Immediately, the crowd swarmed up, punching and kicking at Sokolov, and started a crazy revenge. During this time, they were tortured by Sokolov enough. Now that someone has come forward, then they will beat the dog in the water Bar. Immediately, countless fists and feet landed on Sokolov's body.

"Beep——" the siren blew, and I don't know who said "disperse", and the people who participated in the beating of Sokolov just now scattered in all directions, leaving Sokolov alone Lying there in an odd position, his feet were almost right next to his head.

A group of guards rushed over and started beating them with batons. Several people came carrying stretchers. Among them was a doctor who was examining Sokolov's pupils. The light of the flashlight was dangling in front of his eyes. .

"He's still breathing. He must be treated immediately. His hands and feet are all broken, and his back vertebrae are broken. He's already paralyzed..." The doctor's words kept coming into Sokolov's ears, and he could only listen, and he He couldn't move, he couldn't even move his eyeballs, and he couldn't move his whole body. Only his mind was still awake, and he could clearly see things and people in front of him. But his whole body was in pain. 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. Finally, his eyes could move a little bit. The doctor performed an operation, but the final conclusion was that he was completely paralyzed, unable to speak or move his fingers. It doesn't work anymore, the only thing is that I can still roll my eyeballs. And you can feel pain all over your body.

Night has fallen. The light in the ward was on, and he was lying on the bed in despair. This was more uncomfortable than killing him. Why did all this happen to him? No one came to see him, not even the nurses, only the occasional guard who came to see if he was dead. Perhaps they already regarded him as dead.

The sounds 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 appearing in the ward. It's a man in his thirties. He seemed to appear out of nowhere, with a smile that would make even a devil terrified at the corner of his mouth.

"I know what you're thinking!" The man walked slowly to Sokolov's side, "You shouldn't have killed that woman, so you have to bear all this now. The Russian gangsters are finished, and soon they will There's a new Russian gangster forming, but it's not yours anymore! Don't worry, you won't die, you won't die until fifteen years later, someone will come to kill you!"

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