The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

Falling in love with you, the world: Tu Ziqiang's counterattack

In the middle of the empty room was an iron chair welded to the ground, on which Feng Huacheng was handcuffed.

Opposite him was a writing desk, behind which sat two blue uniforms: one middle-aged and one young.

The middle-aged man in blue uniform sipped his tea slowly, while the other young man looked at him playfully while holding a pen in his hand.

"I really didn't sneak out here. Why don't you believe me? Didn't the letter of introduction show you?" Feng Huacheng timidly tried to reason, "I'm here to attend the funeral, to attend the funeral!"

The young man looked sideways at the middle-aged man slightly.

"You write yours." The middle-aged man didn't even look at Feng Huacheng, he lowered his head and blew on the tea foam. "After you finish writing, hurry up and ask him to sign."

"Du Suo..." The young man looked at the middle-aged man worriedly, "Why don't you do something? What if he doesn't admit it later?"

"Why so much nonsense? Hurry up!" The middle-aged man looked impatient, "Let's just do our part, don't worry about the people behind! We haven't been home for two days because of this! "

"Hey, hey..." The young man nodded repeatedly with a flattering smile, and wrote without thinking.

"Comrade? Comrade?" Feng Huacheng couldn't sit still, it was different from what he expected!

"Shut up!" The middle-aged man stared.

Feng Huacheng was sweating profusely.

This is a fucking bad dish!Certainly not a good thing!

A sense of déjà vu of the old society catching the blame.

No, you can't wait to die!

The only sound in the room is the rustle of young people writing.

"Comrade..." Feng Huacheng became more and more frightened as he thought about it, and finally plucked up the courage to argue,

Snapped!A teacup lid hit Feng Huacheng on the forehead.

shuh...

Feng Huacheng was bleeding all over his face.

"Tell the fuck to shut up, are you deaf? Huh?" The middle-aged man stood behind the table angrily, pointing at Feng Huacheng viciously.

"Du Suo, calm down..." The young man quickly put down his pen and got up and pulled Du Suo, "We don't get angry with people who are dying, it's not worth it."

To die!

The young man's unintentional words made Feng Huacheng's face pale as paper, his legs trembling with fear.

How fucking big is this pot?

"Xiao Lin, why did the enemy agent obediently let you catch him without any resistance?" Du Suo glared at Xiao Lin and stretched out his hand, "Don't worry, I'm sure!"

"Hey, it's because I didn't think well, so you are troubled by Du Suo." Xiao Lin let go of his hand and sat down with a smile, "Then I will hurry up..."

Enemy agents? !Feng Huacheng burst into tears and urinated...

"I'm not an enemy agent, not an enemy agent!" Feng Huacheng cried.

"Don't be ignorant! Call! Call again!" The middle-aged man stood up suddenly, pointed with his finger, and grabbed the uncovered teacup with the other hand as if to throw it, "Hold it back! Do you hear me!"

"Comrade..." Feng Huacheng tried to calm down, and said cautiously.

Swish, clap...

The porcelain teacup rubbed against Feng Huacheng's ear and smashed against the white wall behind him...

Feng Huacheng's face turned pale, and he didn't dare to speak.

"What can I say, how good is this attitude?" The middle-aged man nodded and clapped his hands in satisfaction. , and muttered in a low voice, "Grandma's, I just threw it out..."

"Comrade, I accept my fate..." Feng Huacheng smiled wryly and shook his head.

Du Suo nodded in satisfaction.

"You know what you are told to admit, so you just accept your fate?" Xiao Lin couldn't help but stop writing and asked curiously.

"I heard what you two said, enemy agents, people who are dying..." Feng Huacheng smiled wryly and shook his head self-deprecatingly.

"Oh?" Xiao Lin leaned forward unconsciously, "Death crime, you will accept your fate without struggling?"

"The hearts of the people are like iron, and the law of the government is like a furnace..." Feng Huacheng was silent for a while, looked into Xiao Lin's eyes and said, "A small arm can't twist a thigh."

"Wonderful! This word is very literary!" Du Suo slammed the table and laughed loudly, startling Xiao Lin, "Xiao Wu, add two steamed buns for him at night, white flour ones!"

"Thank you, leader, thank you leader..." Feng Huacheng tried to force a smile on his face, "There's no need for steamed buns, they're all here, and they don't taste good anymore."

Xiao Li, who wanted to start a conversation, turned his head slightly and exchanged a glance with Du Suo, then lowered his head and began to write again.

"Leader, do you know why it's me?" Feng Huacheng gulped and looked at Du Suo expectantly.

Du Suo looked at Feng Huacheng sympathetically for a long while.

Feng Huacheng became more and more nervous, and his Adam's apple moved unconsciously...

"No!" Du Suo suddenly grinned.

"You!" Xiao Lin opened his mouth to speak, but Du Suo gave him a hard look.

"Hey..." Xiao Lin let out a long sigh, then lowered his head and began to write again.

"Hey, forget it..." Feng Huacheng shook his head mockingly, and stopped talking.

Xiao Lin quickly finished writing the confession, gently blew on the ink, and handed it to Du Suo.

Du Suo read it at a glance, handed it back to Xiao Lin, and nodded.

"Here, let's sign." A few fluffy pieces of paper were placed on Feng Huacheng's iron table, along with a pen.

Feng Huacheng stared at the few sheets of paper in a daze, stretched out his trembling hands to pick them up and read them carefully.

"I just said that you were ordered to lurk, but you have never acted." Xiao Lin sighed and explained patiently as he stood beside him, "You are lucky, and you can still earn your life. Sign it, we can only help you get here ..."

Feng Huacheng's hand holding the paper trembled uncontrollably, and the pieces of paper rattled.

Kobayashi stood patiently by the side and waited.

"I was knocked down!" Feng Huacheng shook the confession with his right hand, "You told me you wouldn't die? Huh? Hahaha!"

Dusuo's eyes were fixed.

Lass lass...

Feng Huacheng tore the confession to pieces in twos and twos, and flung the papers flying like butterflies.

"I lied to you two bastards! Hahaha..." Feng Huacheng laughed wildly, "If you have any moves, just use them against me, and see if I wrinkle..."

boom!

Xiao Lin punched Feng Huacheng hard in the face!

"Don't slap your face!" Du Suo got up and stopped Xiao Lin, went to Feng Huacheng and knelt down, and said to him in a dark voice, "I've seen a lot of scoundrels, don't regret it."

"Bah, you don't even ask, what do my grandparents do! Stop talking nonsense!" Feng Huacheng lay on the ground giggling.

"Call a few more people," Du Suo said with a smile on his face, tilted his head slightly, and stood up slowly while pressing his knees, his eyes staring at Feng Huacheng unemotionally, "Don't call me a newcomer."

Xiao Lin went away in response, but Du Suo squinted his eyes and said nothing.

Feng Huacheng was the only one in the room panting violently.

"Can you tell me?" Feng Huacheng shook his head and looked at Du Suo, "Who did I offend?"

"You want to talk to me?" Du Suo smiled cruelly, and kicked Feng Huacheng's bone without warning.

Ah!

Feng Huacheng let out a short scream.

"Hey, tough guy!" Du Suo smiled.

"If it was just a coincidence that I was unlucky, you wouldn't know that my original name is Ma Lun." Feng Huacheng was covered in cold sweat and his eyes were half-closed.

"Hahaha..." Du Suo laughed out loud with his thumb up.

Feng Huacheng looked at Du Suo suspiciously. Du Suo's behavior completely confused him.

Before he could speak, a group of wolves in blue uniforms rushed in holding a box of sewing needles.

Du Suo smiled meaningfully, and walked out of the room with his hands behind his back.

"Why are you taking my clothes off, ah, get out of here, stay away from me..."

The door was gently closed, and Feng Huacheng's crying became inaudible.