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The shackles on his feet were very long, so it was easy for him to pull himself down. Thus, Luo Liang had learned from Big Yellow's experience that he had tied a torn piece of cloth between his shackles as a rope. It was much easier for him to carry the rope while walking.

However, just as he walked out of the prison and arrived at the iron gate, Luo Liang heard a cry from his room. "What?" "Don't …"

The sound was not very loud, but it was enough to make anyone awake in the courtyard hear it clearly in the silence.

Following that, a burst of short "wuwu" sounds could be heard. It was definitely the sound of someone struggling after having his or her mouth covered.

Suddenly, Luo Liang's mind was shocked. He could tell that the voice belonged to Big Yellow, as if something unbelievable had happened to him.

"Something's not right!" There was still one soldier left in the house! What did he want to stay for? Was it to remind or warn the rest of the others of what? "

Intuition was sometimes used to help you make predictions. But now, Luo Liang's intuition was telling him that there was a type of danger: it wasn't releasing him in the middle of the night, or asking him to come out, or for any other reason.

He then looked at the two soldiers beside him. Luo Liang could see their malevolence and vigilance, and they were very nervous as they held the AK in their hands.

"There's something wrong!"

Luo Liang frowned. He had a premonition that someone familiar to him was waiting for him outside the door.

In the midst of the "Zaga", the heavy, rusted iron gate opened up. Luo Liang saw the row of bungalows.

"Luo Liang, you're so lucky! Damn it, someone called you and told your dad to let you go right now! " As he continued to escort Luo Liang towards the dim yellow light, one of the soldiers had an evil smile on his face.

Beside him, another person had a serious and serious expression on his face as he said, "Be a good person after you leave. Don't be a bastard anymore!"

The Ghost Mi Ri was also a dialect. Luo Liang's family also said this, which meant that they were cursing someone for not being able to behave well.

Hearing that, Luo Liang's eyes turned cold. It was already so late at night, and someone would ask him to be released? No!

The words of the small soldier behind him also seemed like a final sentence and warning.

Under the eaves, a soldier pushed open one of the doors and walked in. When he came out, he held a wrench in his hand and said, "Look, take this and break the shackles on your feet. Once you open it, you can leave!"

There was such a thing? The shackles on his feet were actually opened by the prisoner himself?

Without the right to choose, Luo Liang was forced to accept the wrench after being pointed at by the black gun. As he squatted down, he revealed an undetectable sneer.

"This Spanner is very easy to use!" Luo Liang smiled as he drove.

"As long as it's good! "But you f * cker, hurry up!" Hearing his words, the person standing behind him grew impatient and began to urge him.

"It won't be fast!" Luo Liang could only helplessly look up at the person next to the door and bitterly smile. He said, "It's easy to open on this side, but the screws on the other side have slipped. Someone has to hold them for me!"

"Slip?"

As he asked this, the two soldiers looked at each other and made a decision. The guy nearest to Luo Liang was still holding his gun, and the guy near the door came over and squatted down to help.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

He did not say anything, nor did he shout out angrily. He did not even make any big movements. Luo Liang's upward swing of the wrench firmly hit the squatting head.

'Bang! 'A muffled sound rang out. This person's squatting posture had been reversed, and he flew backwards. In the air, a stream of blood spurted out in a beautiful arc.

All of this was too fast, too rushed, too sudden!

The soldier who was suddenly very close to Luo Liang could not remember the gun in his hand. Just as he was about to scream in shock, he saw a black chain moving towards his neck.

This chain was none other than the shackle on Luo Liang's leg, which had been released a long time ago. It was sturdy and powerful.

At the same time, Luo Liang chopped at the back of the head like he was chopping firewood. The man once again gave a muffled groan as his body went limp and he collapsed onto the ground.

In the time it took for a spark to fly off a piece of flint, all of this happened in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, Luo Liang had completed his first step from being a prey to becoming a hunter!

"There should be people who can hear the commotion. Even if they can't, the two kids will be suspicious if they don't send out the signal!" While he was anxiously thinking, Luo Liang picked up an AK that he had played with many times before and ran towards the woods at the side.

Just as he ran a few dozen meters into the darkness of the forest, he heard a commotion behind him.

"F * ck, that dog f * cking ran away!" "He even stole a spear!"

"Chase!" Just kill him! "

"F * ck!" That dog has f * cking escaped from prison! "

Amidst the ruckus, the last voice that declared Luo Liang's actions to be a jailbreak was the furious roar of the sixth brother.

"Hehe …" It's really like this … You all are courting death! "

This was the first time in his life that Luo Liang had been satisfied with his prediction. It was also the first time in his life that he had the urge to shoot someone instead of aiming at another target.

If you force me, I'll let you.

If you force me any more, I'll give it to you again?

If he was already at the edge of the cliff or leaning against the wall, without any way out, was there any possibility or need to "let" him in?

As he made up his mind, while Luo Liang was still rapidly observing and choosing the best terrain, a series of rapid and crazy gunshots could be heard from outside the woods.

Hearing these gunshots, Luo Qianhong, who was temporarily hiding behind a tree, sneered: "As expected, they are all stupid soldiers!"

Ever since he had arrived in the Special Zone and met with the Deputy Station Master and the Sixth Elder, Luo Liang had not held high regard for many of the child soldiers in the Special Zone. Luo Liang could not explain the reason for this. He felt that these soldiers could not be compared with the PLA in the television news. At best, they were just a motley crowd in the domestic bandit's movies!

Therefore, to these motley crew, no matter how good their guns were, they were nothing but decorations in the absence of teaching and training.

This was especially true for AK47. Most recruits would not be able to determine the recoil of a gun, so if the gun hit a target's target, the second hit would be a meter or more away from the target. After the third hit, the distance and deviation would be even greater.

Right now, Luo Liang could hear countless howls flying over his head. He could even hear the sharp sounds of bullets hitting the tree tops far above his head.

Especially one or two guys, I wonder if they think bullets don't cost money? Thirty rounds of bullets from a magazine were exchanged for a berserk cry of rage. It was an utter waste! What's more, how could 30 rounds of regular setup withstand a few seconds of insanity?

Sure enough, after ten breaths, this round of craziness showed signs of abating. At the same time, because they were afraid that Luo Liang would also have an AK, the people outside chose to surround him instead of attacking him.

Luo Liang finally had the chance to put his plan into action: he was going to make a killing move. At most, he would end up running for his life!

"Since you guys are clearly plotting to make me a prisoner and get killed by you guys, then why show mercy?"

The dark night was the best cover!

The spear was the best weapon!

He raised his gun and aimed. A cold glint flashed across Luo Liang's eyes as he locked onto a flash of light not too far away — that flash was the glow of the bullet that had just shot out.

"Bang …" "Bang, bang …"

Three Dot Shooting Complete...

"En..." Do these fucking soldiers usually use guns as walking sticks? "