The prison cell was dark, with only the dim light coming from the corridor outside, and I could barely see clearly.
Datong paved.
The people in the same cell had already fallen asleep and were snoring loudly.
Ji Bu squatted against the wall next to the bed with bright eyes. He was holding a toothbrush in his hand, rubbing the handle of the toothbrush on the rough cement floor, mechanically repeating the rubbing action, his expression extremely focused.
He stopped from time to time to feel the sharpness of the toothbrush handle with his fingertips, and then continued to polish it.
Half an hour later.
Datun, who was sleeping on the upper bunk, slapped the bed frame sleepily and shouted: "Urine rack, urine rack!"
In the prison cell.
The boss of the prison cell does not need to move on his own to go to the toilet at night. The newcomer will serve as a urinal, take him to the toilet, and sit on the newcomer's shoulder to pour water.
Ji Bu stopped rubbing his hand and felt the toothbrush handle with his fingertips, which felt sharp.
Then he calmly put the toothbrush into his trouser pocket, came to Datun's bed with an expressionless face, and stood with his back to the bed.
Datun raised his eyes, glanced at Ji Bu with disdain, stepped forward and sat on Ji Bu's shoulders.
We drove Datun to the toilet inside.
Ji Bu tilted his head.
Datun took out the guy and started to release water.
"Zi"
Fill the water halfway.
Ji Bu's eyes narrowed, and his hands holding Datun's legs suddenly exerted force. He lifted his waist and slammed Datun against the wall with all his strength.
Datun never expected that Ji Bu would dare to attack him, and since he was in such a half-asleep and half-awake state, he was unprepared and was instantly attacked.
"Boom!"
A dull and loud crash sounded.
"Grass mud horse!"
Datun, who was hit instantly, screamed and got up from the urine pool.
How could Ji Bu give him this chance? He rushed forward with a long stride and crushed Datun beneath him.
Datun woke up and subconsciously stretched out his hand to push Ji Bu.
The sharp toothbrush handle in his trouser pocket appeared in Ji Bu's hand and pierced Datun's palm.
"Pfft!"
The sharp toothbrush handle instantly pierced Datun's palm.
"ah!"
Datun screamed, and the strength in his hand relaxed a bit.
Ji Bu stretched out his hand to cover Datun's mouth, holding the sharp toothbrush handle tightly in his hand. He looked at Datun expressionlessly with his angular eyes, and then pierced Datun's thigh one after another.
"Pfft pfft!"
The dull sound of puncture echoed in the bathroom along with Datun's scream of "Uh-huh".
soon.
The movement here woke up the prisoners outside, and everyone rushed in towards the bathroom.
After coming in.
Everyone looked at the scene in front of them and froze in place for a while.
Ji Bu rode on Da Tun, repeating the movements in his hands over and over again. As for Da Tun under him, his face had already turned pale, and blood flowed down the urinal to the floor.
"What are you looking at? Someone is dead, hurry up and get him!"
Immediately someone shouted, and everyone rushed forward and pulled the two people apart as if they were awake.
But even so, they did not pull Ji Bu away easily.
In the aisle.
The prison guard who heard the commotion opened the door and rushed in. He picked up his baton and hit Ji Bu several times, then separated him, dragged him and threw him out.
"Pooh!"
Ji Bu consciously raised his hands and lay on the ground, letting the prison guards suppress him.
He spit out blood at Datun's position, and smiled with his teeth stained with blood very conspicuous: "Tomorrow, I will prick you again! Hahaha."
The prisoners around him couldn't help but shudder when they looked at Ji Bu who was so fierce. As for Datun, he even shrank back subconsciously.
"I"
Zhong Tianzheng looked at Ji Bu, who was completely different from before, and muttered in a low voice: "Okay, I really have to call you Brother Bu."
"be honest!"
The prison guard raised his foot and kicked Ji Bu, then motioned to the clerk to drag him down: "Send the injured to the medical department."
Half an hour later.
In the single cell, Ji Bu banged the iron door and shouted to the prison guard at the door: "Report Sir, I want to see Miao Zhihua!"
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Early the next morning.
It’s still the same discipline department as yesterday, and it’s still the same seat as yesterday.
"Jibu!"
Miao Zhihua looked at Ji Bu, who was sitting opposite him, expressionlessly: "Why did you see me?"
"Report Sir!"
Ji Bu looked at Miao Zhihua seriously: "I want to be an undercover agent. I want to take my brother Ali's place and go back undercover!"
"Undercover?"
After hearing Ji Bu's answer, Miao Zhihua couldn't help laughing: "You're just kidding, I don't need any undercover agents."
"good."
Ji Bu nodded when he heard this: "Just pretend I didn't say anything."
Finished.
He got up directly and walked outside.
"I"
Miao Zhihua looked at Ji Bu who suddenly stood up, and couldn't help but froze for a moment, and didn't even react.
gone?
Just left?
Do you really not play according to the routine at all?
In a normal script, shouldn't it be you begging me?
"Jibu!"
How could Miao Zhihua let Ji Bu just leave like that? He immediately stopped him: "Come back, come back!"
"how?"
Ji Bu looked back at him and said, "Since you don't need to be an undercover agent, there is no need for me to see you."
"..."
Miao Zhihua's lips twitched and he had no choice but to relent: "Okay, you win."
"I need an undercover agent, and I need you to continue my undercover mission in your place, Ali. No one else can complete this mission except you."
He looked at Ji Bu who had returned to his seat, took out a Marlboro cigarette, gave one to Ji Bu, and helped him light the fire.
Ji Bu didn't refuse and started smoking as a matter of course.
Miao Zhihua sat opposite Ji Bu, reached for Datun's injury report and read it, nodding from time to time.
Of course.
He didn't ask why Ji Bu realized that he needed him to continue undercover.
He can guess his own thoughts, and doing this to show himself is the best explanation.
It took a while.
Miao Zhihua looked at Ji Bu again, his eyes full of approval: "Ji Bu, you are quite measured in your actions, aren't you?"
"I pricked Datun fourteen times with the handle of a toothbrush, each prick on his thighs and buttocks, causing injuries, but not serious."
"The ass is full of meat and can be fucked well!"
Ji Bu responded with a smile.
The buttocks are basically all meat, so under normal circumstances it can't hurt the vital parts, it achieves its purpose without committing a serious crime.
Don't even say it.
If Ji Bu didn't do anything serious, it would be troublesome to run it for him by himself.
now.
Miao Zhihua became more and more satisfied with Ji Bu.
Bloodiness, courage, thought, courage, and good measure, no one falls short.
This person is the person you are looking for!
In his body, Miao Zhihua seemed to vaguely see the shadow of Ali.
No.
Ji Bu's performance was much better than Ali's!
this moment.
He even had some doubts: Is Ji Bu really a brainless bad boy? His performance was completely inconsistent with the bad boy's character.
After having a preliminary understanding of Ji Bu's character, Miao Zhihua was no longer prepared to hide it. Ji Bu was a smart man, and beating around the bush would leave a bad impression on the other person.
"call"
Miao Zhihua took a deep breath and adjusted his condition.
at the moment.
A case that had reached a dead end suddenly took a turn for the better. To say that I wasn't excited would be a lie.
"Before I start talking about things, I need to remind you that the drug trafficking gang Ali is working undercover is an extremely dangerous mission."
Miao Zhihua took the precaution first: "If you replace him, it is very likely that you will end up like him, and you may pay with your own life."
"Although I don't know you, you are Ali's younger brother. I treat Ali as my own son. Likewise, I don't want any accidents to happen to you!"
"Um."
Ji Bu shook off the ashes from his cigarette and looked indifferent.
"I"
Seeing Ji Bu's expression, Miao Zhihua swallowed the words of persuasion that came to his mouth and stopped talking nonsense.
He took out a thick stack of files in his briefcase and spread them out. He looked at Ji Bu and said, "Okay, I'll introduce you to the basic situation. You can help me."
Having said that.
Miao Zhihua's voice suddenly stopped.
He stood up from his seat in a hurry, and came to Ji Bu's side with rapid breathing. He reached out and pushed his head, his eyes were fixed on the position of his neck, and he could not hide the disappointment and loss in his tone:
"No, you can't be an undercover agent!"
This tone is like that of a salty guy who has been through many battles in nightclubs and ordinary people can no longer stimulate the hormones in his body.
Finally, he found a beautiful woman who really suited his taste. When he took out his gun and was about to start firing, he suddenly realized that the woman was a man.
Miao Zhihua stared at the small black mole on the side of Ji Bu's neck:
"There is a mole here on your neck, which is quite obvious. There is no mole on Ali's body."
"Lin Kun is a very cautious and attentive person. This mole is a very big loophole. I can find it. He has been with Ali for so long, so I can definitely find it too."
"Once you miss it, you will die and the mission will no longer be possible!"
Miao Zhihua sighed in disappointment and shook his head: "Forget it."