394. The Black History of Sexy Prisoners

A few people walked very slowly, and it could be seen that they were as shocked and at a loss as Heizi. ??? Bayi Chinese? Net W? W? W?. ㈠8㈠1㈠Ｚ?W. COM

"Haha, can't you give it up?" It can be seen that the **** prisoner is very happy. After all, they have not seen each other for many years. The excitement is not comparable to ordinary things. After speaking, he took the lead and rushed forward.

However, the opposite party was obviously not mentally prepared. Seeing the **** prisoner rushing over, he quickly stepped back and kept a certain distance from him.

The **** prisoner was stunned. He stood there, staring at his best partner before going to jail, spreading his hands, "Don’t you know me anymore? I’m a **** prisoner. , We are the best partners!"

The few people in front of them glanced at each other, but none of them came forward to say hello. Seeing this situation, the tomboy brother was naturally more interested, leaning against the wall next to the abandoned factory building and watching quietly.

The atmosphere became extremely tense for a while, and the air seemed to freeze, making people unable to breathe.

"What's the matter with you?" The **** prisoners stared at everyone blankly. Now it seems that these people are looking at themselves as if they saw strangers. They are out of prison. They don't seem to be happy at all. What did you give birth! ?

"You want to know?" Suddenly, a voice sounded from the entrance of another factory building. The **** prisoner turned around and stared in that direction-there was a smoking man, and he leaned against it. On the wall, slowly heaving.

"Paroks!" The **** prisoner frowned, his fists suddenly clenched.

The tomboy brother let go of his hands holding his chest. She knew that this matter looked impressive, and, with the attitude of a **** prisoner, it seemed that there would be a battle!

Prajoks walked over slowly, "Look at your so-called good friends and partners. They followed you in the so-called war of justice, but look at what they had at the beginning?"

The **** prisoner narrowed his eyes slightly, did not speak, his fists were tightly clenched.

"They have all the scars, but they killed a lot of weird people. It can be said that they have contributed their own strength to the world. The result is poverty and scars. It is really ironic!" Prajoks sneered. Said.

"Yes, I am really sorry for my good brothers. It was my fault for not giving them a good life! But, no matter what, I will return this time and I will compensate them!" The **** prisoner is very serious. Said, unlike his usual performance.

"Compensation? How do you compensate? Use your Hero Association bonus? By the way, because you are a prisoner. Although you are an S-rank hero, in fact, the Hero Association will not give you any bonus. You are simply a pauper. !" Prajokes said with a sneer, "You are very noble, you are noble, hehe, but you are based on the pain of your brothers!"

The **** prisoner gritted his teeth and said, "I know, this is my fault, and I will make up for it. Regarding the bonus, I will coordinate with the Heroes Association..."

"Hehe." Prajnax cast aside his mouth and sneered.

"Trust me, I will give you a good life." The **** prisoner is really very guilty. At first, he felt that the money was useless, so he refused the funding assistance of the Heroes Association. However, after all, he is an s-class. Hero, as long as he nods, the Heroes Association will give him a large sum of money every month, so that this group of good brothers can't live a luxurious life, but it is still possible to live a good life.

"I'm sorry, we are living well now, and we are very smart. Although our money is not endless, but when we want money, we can get money. This is the life we ​​want." Prajokes said with a sneer. , "Isn't this the original vision of all of us?"

The **** prisoner did not look at him, but looked at other good friends, "Do you think the same way?" Then, his eyes fell on some boxes and barrels behind these people.

Heizi and the others backed up a few steps, as if a little afraid, but, after a while, finally, Heizi summoned his courage and stood up, "Yes!"

The **** prisoner was taken aback.

"Think about it for yourself, we've done so much, what has the world rewarded us?" Heizi roared with exhaustion, "No, nothing! Those **** ordinary people, they lived and worked hard for us. Good life, but they gave us nothing, don’t even know what our name is!"

"We didn't do these things to be famous..." the **** prisoner sighed.

"That's you, not me!" Heizi shouted.

Sexy prisoners are silent, do not do to others what you don’t want, some people want to be recognized when they do something, some people like to do something low-key and leave silently, but no matter who it is, there is no reason to blame the other. The person who practices, therefore, the **** prisoner chose silence.

"But, none of this should be your reason for doing that, shouldn't it?" The **** prisoner pointed to the boxes and barrels behind them. If what they said before was a discussion, then what they are saying now is an angry rebuke. Now, this has touched his bottom line, but, after all, the opposite is his good friend and good partner, he didn't have the first time to do it.

"I..." When he talked about the things behind him, he suddenly became a little lacking in confidence.

At the same time, the other people bowed their heads one by one, unable to speak. At this point, they were indeed untenable and felt ashamed. However, people do not punish themselves for their own sake, and they do not want such a lifeless life.

"It is indeed my fault for not letting you live a good life, but in order to live a good life for yourself, do some evil things, what is the difference with those weird people!?" The **** prisoner's voice was cold. Questioning everyone loudly.

All of them were silent. Firstly, it was captured by his force. Secondly, they were indeed unassuming.

"Haha, such a loud scolding, do you think you are their boss?" Prajokes said with a sneer.

"I'm talking to my own people, you shit!?" Obviously, the **** prisoner at this time is a gunpowder keg, which explodes at one point.

"They didn't speak because they couldn't beat you, but I'm not afraid of you, aren't you just a bit muscular? Humph, today, it's better for you to get out of prison, so I won't go to jail and knock you down!" He smashed the cigarette **** in his hand and stomped it severely, then said with a sneer.

"Oh, yes, I'm looking forward to it, the former defeated general, Prajokes!" The **** prisoner looked at this man who was a head shorter than himself with mocking eyes.