C378 Something Happened to the Prison Guard Unit

"Bring it here. If you encounter any important matters in the future, you have to look for the leader on duty first. " Guo Feng casually said, but his face was still unusually serious.

The document was in his hand. He looked at it attentively.

He had a tough mouth just now. When he saw the English content on the document, his expression became more and more serious. He would occasionally use a pen to point out the important words on the document.

Meng Fei, who was next to him, felt a little surprised. He turned his head to look at the document and his expression also changed. He stuck out his tongue at everyone and said in a low and careful voice, "Prison, execution ground. "

Just these few words made everyone on the scene nervous. Many people's hearts were hanging in the air.

They were clearer than anyone about the responsibility of the riot squad. Armed patrol, intimidation, and handling all kinds of violent and illegal crimes were the first mission. Now that such a thing had happened, the mission would definitely fall on the team.

Guo Feng seemed to have heard Meng Fei's words. He raised his head to look at everyone and said solemnly, "It's not that simple. Trouble is coming later. The people of the strange snake and other rebel organizations are going to take the opportunity to make a big fuss.

The prison guard brigade has already been attacked "

At ten o'clock in the morning, the prison guard brigade next to the Crown Prince City Prison was working normally.

It was a big yard surrounded by barbed wire. It was full of shabby police cars and all kinds of equipment. Over 40 prison guards who didn't need to be on duty worked and rested here.

Unlike ordinary policemen, they came into contact with criminals all day long. Every one of them was equipped with a spear and a short gun.

Since midnight yesterday, the atmosphere here had become a lot more tense. First, armed thugs attacked the prison next to them. After calming down, Bureau Chief Nyers sent more people to the prison, and the number of police officers was basically three times the usual.

The captain of the prison guard brigade, Molka, was a fat man in his forties. He was drinking big mouthfuls of drinks in the hall.

He wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead from time to time and pulled his collar off. He kept looking back and scolded the damn air conditioner that should have been switched off. It was 18 degrees below zero. It was not cool at all.

More than 200 meters away from the prison was where he was in charge of keeping watch. After the armed attack, he finally managed to control those restless criminals. Of course, the most important one was Dale from the judicial department's emergency trial.

After the riot was quelled, the damned Director Niles and the big prison warden discussed for a long time. They decided to divert the attention of outsiders and put Dale and the others in a few cars.

They ran to a few places.

What about the nearby barracks? The police station in the distance? In a refugee district in the suburbs, even the prison guard brigade had come several times.

From this point of view, it had to be said that since Director Niles had worked with Xiao Qiang, he had become much smarter. After all, tomorrow he would have to shoot Dale, this heinous fellow.

He had to be careful.

After they left, Molka accompanied them with a smile and sent them away. When he returned, he was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He felt that countless pairs of eyes were staring at him. A few guns kept moving and were aimed at his forehead.

"Lieutenant, where's my lieutenant? What time is it? Come over here. . . "

The expression on Molka's face changed drastically. After brewing for a long time, he began to work on his subordinates.

As he shouted, someone was calling his girlfriend. There was also a fellow who was drinking and drinking to relieve the heat. He slowly walked in.

Hearing his call, a prison guard on duty at the door walked out. He pointed to the earroom behind him and reported loudly, "Captain, Captain Michael is on duty. He asked for leave. . . "

The other two captains started to enjoy themselves after they were done with their work. How could they have thought of the dangers lurking around now? It made Molka so angry that he raised his drink bottle like a command stick and kept cursing. "Idiot, you brainless fellows. . .

This riot is different from the past. Didn't you see that a new riot squad has entered? It's always like this, isn't it?

They wanted to show the headquarters their colors. The board had hit our heads. And Dale, that arrogant fellow. . . Sigh. . . "

What he said was the truth. In the past, this was basically the case. No matter which team moved in, the rebel army would treat it as the degree of the headquarters attacking them intensifying. Following this reason, there would always be a few fights.

Of course, the reason why they caused trouble was nothing more than to rob and kill government officials and civilians.

These two Company Leaders were already used to these things. There were also frequent incidents in the prison. There were all kinds of scandals, and their brains had long gone numb.

Molka had a bad feeling about this, which meant that this old prison police captain was still vigilant. At that time, he had followed Bureau Chief Niles around acting, pretending to constantly transfer that damn Dale, but now that he thought about it calmly, it was very easy for his prison police team to become the target of attack.

After a thunderous rage, Molka taught these two fellows a lesson at the top of his voice. "Go on. Let me tell you something about those lazy fellows. No one can go home these days.

All of you are on standby. Hugging their guns is like hugging a beautiful woman. No one can let down their guard. You guys learn from Michael. He is more professional than you guys. "

All sorts of messy noises immediately came from the entire prison guard brigade. Those who took out their guns, those who looked for boxes of bullets, they were all in a mess.

Captain Molka disguised himself as a plastic chair and sat at the door. He had the intention of personally supervising the war.

As soon as he came out, a young police officer in the hall looked indecently obscene. His pair of small eyes wandered around a few times, and he quickly poured half of the drink into his mouth.

On the table. He didn't hold back at all and directly stuffed them into his large pocket.

Michael was in his thirties. He was tall and sturdy, wearing a white shirt in his black police uniform, a pistol on the right side of his wide belt, and a baton on the left side. He looked very experienced.

There were four policemen sitting behind him. Although their posture was very casual, they seemed to be more obedient.

"You all heard it, right? Boss suspects that the bandits are around. He might suspect Dale to be hiding here. Brothers, once they tell him to keep an eye on them. . .

Even if they don't die, they'll have to peel off a layer of skin. " Michael said in a low voice, then pointed at the backs of a few plainclothes men outside and said, "Take a look, my Kyle brothers, only they can complete this kind of special task. "

Those few plainclothes men rode worn motorcycles and wore cheap sunglasses. They were still the most common attire of the locals. Large Back Hearts, Big Underpants, and a word drag.

Looking from afar, the guy at the front was Kyle.

He was the guy who stole the Molka drink just now.

These people were under Michael's jurisdiction. Their mission was to put on makeup and investigate to see if there were any bandits around.

Michael had studied before. He was a child from a poor family. This was similar to Adolf. He was hardworking and dedicated. He had the same thought as his superior, Molka. It was not difficult to understand why the bandit organization suspected Dale to be hiding in the prison guard brigade. In the afternoon, or tomorrow, he would be sentenced to death.

It was convenient to lock him up here and transport him to the court.

Kyle sat behind the motorcycle. The driver was a big-headed class monitor. The two of them whispered a few words before walking towards a pine forest in the distance.

There were taverns, restaurants, and convenience stores not far from the prison. However, in their opinion, a place where hundreds of criminals could be hidden should be a tall building, a river, or a forest.

The five or six motorcycles drove towards the forest. They had just run three or four kilometers when they were under the shadow of the forest. The big-headed squad leader looked into the mirror and immediately realized that those guys were driving towards him.

These cowards had already agreed just now. Everyone moved in from three places and continued to investigate when they discovered suspicious situations.

When they encountered danger, they would split up and retreat. Why were they following behind him?

He cursed in a vulgar manner. He knew that these guys usually had this kind of moral character, so he did not say anything else and went straight to a small path in the middle.

From afar, he narrowed his eyes and looked a few times. He found that there was not a single person in the forest besides some tattered clothes and food trash that he didn't know who had abandoned. He was more or less relieved. Carl patted him on the shoulder and said in surprise, "Bighead, Bighead, there's a dog over there. "

The dog was at eight o'clock in the distance. It was chubby and was tied to a tree by a dog chain. It looked like it was starving. When it saw that there was someone over there, it immediately moaned in a low voice. It started to moan.

"Greedy Kyle, let me warn you. Our mission is to find out if there are any bandits here. Did you hear that? We're not looking for a dog. " Mark said impatiently with one foot on the ground.

"Big Head, our brothers' monthly salary is 50 dollars. We still have to treat Molka to a meal regularly. I think a fat dog is very important. At least we can eat our fill if we make it into dog meat. " Kyle said in opposition.