"Brother Skovfu?"

Luo Fu knew that there was another person in the moment of consciousness.

"If he could have avoided the crosshairs of the pistol within one second, he would have been shot. In Novis, someone would try to treat a gunshot victim."

I was vague about the significance of that bowl of porridge to a reform-through-labor prisoner who had to do low-intensity exercise every day, but I understood why the middle-aged man with a mustache in front of me, whose mouth was hard to see, treated me so badly.

Seeing Luo Fu's face getting paler and paler, Sikov couldn't think of any words of comfort, so he could only continue.

The sound came, bullets were being unloaded, and the seven armed soldiers in front of Petershajie holding Bobosha submachine guns had not yet raised their muzzles at the crowd.

Nodding to the political commissar in military uniform in front of him who was inspecting, the training officer Peter Shajie glanced at the circle of disgusting garbage behind him with a cold gaze and said hotly.

"Mom, shut up their (Slavic expletive) for you!"

Yes, in your opinion, they are all wolfdogs who are capable of these things!

Without any intention of avoiding Luo Fu, Skov carefully hid his necklace again, and after a moment's thought, he spoke.

Seeing that Skovov had no intention of giving in, Novreznowsky glared at Skovov warmly and turned around to leave without any problem.

Even if you close your eyes, you can pull out their group of stinky rats from the dark and disgusting burrows and strangle them to death one by one, send their bodies to the dog pen, and let them make the most significant contribution to our tiny motherland!

"

"It's fair to say that those rubbish have no spine at all. Thanks to the insignificant *** Stalin, I gave those rubbish a chance to re-dedicate themselves to the motherland and fight the enemy, Political Commissar Vladimir."

You know that the idiot with no name has no allies, and you also care that no one among them has the idea of ​​​​escape. You can only stab yourself (Slavic expletive) with my mother's thin wood.

Sticks to dig tunnels, yes, you care, you care at all, whether he stabs himself with a thin stick (Slavic expletive) or digs tunnels to escape!

Naturally, there would be no dedicated concentration camp guards delivering meals outside the cells.

What made Luo Fu less depressed was whether Skofu once again downplayed that he would be fed to dogs...

Slightly relieved, Skov returned to the cell and hid the stinky soap as a weapon. Mustache looked under Rolf, who was still breathing heavily.

Now, I don't have to think about whether I can survive until tomorrow. According to the intensity of the training, this morning is not the day for my death.

"This idiot who tried to use wooden sticks to dig an escape tunnel during the break has not yet become a delicacy for the real warriors. Maybe that will quickly alleviate the ferocity of these warriors, but even so, the real warriors can defeat them.
Chapter completed!