Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 871 The Punishment Room (Part 1)

Ah Hao adjusted his glasses.

He was waiting, waiting for the final result of the competition.

If Li Xia wins, he can't afford to mess with someone who can take down all of Tiger's fierce generals, and Li Xia will definitely be highly valued by the boss.

He knew perfectly well that for a competition of this caliber, the owners of those online betting companies upstairs were making at least a million.

But if Li Xia loses, he'll be like a rat crossing the street, someone everyone can kick around. Then you can't blame him for being ruthless.

Man proposes, God disposes. Ah Hao discovered that Li Xia's wife was about to leave. Although he was a little puzzled as to why she was leaving, after all, her husband was still on stage fighting a life-or-death battle.

To ensure everything went smoothly, Ah Hao snapped his fingers, and immediately a henchman hunched over and walked up to him: "Find a few people to follow that couple, and then wait for my instructions."

After his younger brother left, Ahao glanced at Li Song, who was doing push-ups on the sofa next to him, and looked at him with disdain. Did he think that doing things in a place like this would take longer?
Knowing that the other party had already taken a lot of drugs, Ah Hao touched his nose and decided to take action against this guy who, in his eyes, had lost his mind due to drug use.

the other side.

Xiao Zhao stood on tiptoe, nervously watching the back-and-forth fighting in the boxing ring, and asked without turning his head, "Sis, isn't brother finished yet? Are we leaving now?"

Zhang Yang first raised his hand and pressed it on the camera's microphone, then slowly and steadily rotated his body.

"It's too far away, and the lighting is bad, so the effect is very poor."

"Shall we squeeze to the front?"

"You can't squeeze in."

"What do we do? My brother's still playing!"

"With everyone concentrated here, it should be easier to get into other places."

"Sis, we both have 'piglet cards,' where can we go?"

"Go next door."

Hearing this, Xiao Zhao was startled and finally turned his head away from the boxing ring. He knew that the room Zhang Yang mentioned next door was the punishment room, which was said to be full of bad people.

"Sis, we can't get into that place next door, can we?"

“I have a temporary card.”

"Can your temporary card get you into the penalty room?"

"I don't know either, but Li Xia's card will definitely be able to get in."

"But his card has a photo on it, what if it gets checked?"

“I’ve been there, I know how to sneak in.”

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"Sis, even if you can get in, what about me? You can't possibly be using Brother Xia's gangster badge to force me, this piglet, into the punishment room, can you? That's just too inappropriate."

"You play your hand."

"hiss!"

The park's identification card is a magnetic card with the holder's identity information and background color representing their level of access, including a photo, name, and job title.

The card contains a chip that holds the cardholder's access data within the park. In addition to being used for card payments, it also serves as an access control system.

Whether they are piglets or managers, they will put the cards in a card holder, with the side of the magnetic card with the identification information exposed, and then hang it around their necks.

The piglets are blue or blue-green, and this color prevents them from walking alone in the park.

Guards are marked in green and can walk independently, but they cannot enter most buildings within the park. Administrators and enforcers are marked in red and can enter most areas, but their permissions differ slightly, with minor discrepancies in some areas.

The temporary card is also red and is mainly used by piglets without the right of way. As a public card, it does not have a photo on the front.

When the piglet uses the temporary card, it inserts the temporary card directly into the card sleeve, covering its original blue identity card. This is mainly to make it easier for the soldiers to see the color of the card.

The two left the property building and walked about a hundred meters east. They went into a small alley and, just past the corner, saw two soldiers carrying AK-47s leaning against the wall smoking.

"Wow! Ugh!"

At this moment, a man wearing glasses staggered from the side and came in front of Xiao Zhao and Zhang Yang. He was leaning against the wall with one hand and covering his mouth with the other. Yellowish-green food residue was spilling out from between his fingers. It was sticky and dripped down his chin to the ground.

"Wow! Ugh!"

Another bout of vomiting ensued. The man's legs gave way, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, supporting himself with his hands on the ground as he spewed out a large amount of filth.

Even from a distance, Xiao Zhao could smell the stench of rotten meat and sour steamed buns; his stomach automatically activated its defense mechanism and began to convulse.

Two soldiers approached, one after the other.

The soldier in front first kicked the man to the ground with a light kick. When he saw that the man was wearing a "pig" tag that prevented him from passing alone, his expression changed. He took out his AK-47 and smashed it down hard with the butt of the gun.

"what!"

The drunken man screamed in agony. When the rifle butt struck his lower back, where his kidneys were located, for the fifth time, he could only gasp for breath like a broken bellows, because he realized that the louder he screamed, the harder the soldier would hit him.

The drunkard curled up like a shrimp, covering his head as he lay on his vomit.

The soldier shook the filth off his rifle butt and spat at the drunkard: "Pah!"

Another soldier stepped forward, grabbed the drunkard by the hair, and pressed his face against the vomit he had made, rubbing it repeatedly.

While using the drunkard's head as a mop to clean the floor, he shouted in broken Chinese, "You little pig! Clean it up!"

The other person watching from the side chuckled.

After they had had their fun with him for a while, two patrolling soldiers arrived in a green jeep, threw the drunk man into the trunk, and drove off.

At this moment, Zhang Yang walked over and patted the soldier on the shoulder from behind.

The soldier first flinched, then immediately and smoothly lifted the AK-47 that was originally propped up on the ground, turned around and pressed the barrel against Zhang Yang's forehead.

Seeing this, another soldier also pointed his rifle at Xiao Zhao behind him.

Watching soldiers on duty with guns from upstairs is one thing, watching soldiers pointing guns at people on the street is another, but when you have a dark gun barrel pointed at you, that's a completely different story.

The moment Xiao Zhao's pupils contracted sharply, it was as if the whole world went silent, turning into a very, very slow-motion scene.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.

He didn't know what to do, and dared not look away, so he subconsciously glanced at Zhang Yang standing in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

Zhang Yang is smiling.

At that moment, the soldier glanced at the holster on Zhang Yang's chest and tilted the barrel of his gun slightly downwards.

Then he glanced at Xiao Zhao standing at the back.

That one glance sent shivers down Xiao Zhao's spine. Even though he was now wearing Li Xia's red badge, he was still terrified. His feet felt like they were dangling in the air, and he couldn't muster any strength.

If Zhang Yang fails and is caught by the soldiers, they won't even need to come to arrest him; they can just stand a distance away and shout, and he'll immediately kneel down.

Xiao Zhao was genuinely afraid of these soldiers who would beat people at the drop of a hat, and even used beating piglets as entertainment during their duties.

Why are people called piglets here?
Because pigs spend their entire lives confined in pens, from their heads, brains, and ears to their hearts, trotters, and tails, everything is squeezed dry.