Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 149 Competition! fight!

   "A bunch of **** rats! Throw in the towel! Don't waste our time!"

   "Who gave you idiots the confidence?! Think you can win the game?!"

   "Ted! Hit them to death! Let's see who dares to steal the ball!"

  The rambunctious abuse from all directions affected the prisoners who hadn't eaten breakfast even more. Verak patted the shoulders of the prisoners next to him, leaned forward, and said to the prisoners who were lined up in a row as the first batch of participants: "Don't worry about them, we will kick ours."

"No matter how hard they scold us, they won't hurt us. Just focus on the prison guards they are participating in." Standing among the eleven people, Dawn, the tallest, spread his arms, wrapping around two guards on the left and right. A prisoner, "Don't be afraid, we have to win no matter what! Even a crippled arm is better than never being able to contact outsiders!"

   Lecter stood not far from Verak and the others, gathering about thirty prison guards.

   A few minutes before the start of the game, Verak stepped forward: "Even with the substitutes in the normal rules, you can only have eighteen people at most."

"You don't have a limit, as long as there are 2,000 people, you can join. Compared with 2,000 people, it's not too much for me to arrange a dozen more prison guards as substitutes." Lecter took a baton from the prison guard beside him with a smile, Handed over to Verak, "Your weapon."

  Verak held the baton and waved it. Fortunately, Lecter at least did not move on the baton: "Where is the referee?"

   "Here we come." Lecter raised his chin towards the entrance of the plaza.

  Verak looked in the direction, and there happened to be two prison guards at the entrance escorting an elderly and frail old prisoner. The emaciated, stooped old prisoner looked around blankly after he was brought in, apparently he didn't even know what was going on.

"At such an age, whether you can see the foul clearly and whether you have the strength to call it out are all problems." Veraker's heart sank deeper. He expected that Lecter would also make some moves in arranging referees, but he didn't expect that So blatantly, "Are you sure he understands football?"

"You, you didn't make it clear to me in advance. You only said that the referee was a criminal, and you didn't say that he was young. He must know the ball." Lecter cheekily pretended to be stupid, "It's okay to change now. It’s too late, so let’s make do with it.”

  Now there are no referees, and the rules are also biased towards the prison guards. The prison guards watching the game on the sentry post are even more abusive and affect the mentality of the prisoners, which is not beneficial to them at all.

  The only thing that Verac can fight back against the prison guards is more ridiculous than the countless injustices, a mockery of Lecter maintaining fairness and equality on the surface.

  Verak walked back to the line of prisoners with a livid face.

   "Is that the referee?" Dawn asked Veraker, frowning and pointing at the dazed old criminal on the sidelines.

   "Yes." Verak suppressed his anger.

  Dawn knew the old prisoner, who had been driven out of his mind by being in prison for too long. Due to the regulations of the prison, he was allowed not to work, and he was only fed one meal a day, waiting for him to die.

   Let such a mentally disturbed prisoner be the referee, the referee is clearly a display.

   "It's too much!" Some prisoners were dissatisfied, "We are not allowed to eat breakfast, our people are not allowed to enter the field to watch, and the referee is still a fool. How can we play this game!"

   "Aren't we just going to play to get beaten!" Someone echoed.

   "Shut up!" Gritting his teeth, Dawn shouted: "There is no choice! No matter how difficult it is, it must be compared!"

  Verak weighed the baton in his hand, his eyes were cold, and he stared at Lecter who had a heated chat with the prison guard. Even if he loses, he won't admit defeat easily, he wants to make Lecter suffer a bit.

  The whistle sounded, and the two sides stood on each side of the field.

  Of the eleven prisoners on the side, five of them know how to play. Dawn leads four prisoners who don't know how to play and is mainly responsible for fighting against each other to protect one. Because Verak has special rights, he is not restricted, and can be transferred according to the situation.

  Football players are divided according to their responsibilities, which can be roughly divided into four parts: goalkeeper, defender, midfielder, and forward.

   But neither party arranged according to this.

  The prisoner side weakened the difference between goalkeeper and defender, midfielder and forward, and simply divided the eleven into offense and defense. The prison guards were even more sloppy and got together directly.

  The old prisoner acts as the referee, and decides by tossing a coin that the prison guard will be the offensive team in the first half.

  After the game whistle blew, Lecter, who couldn't stand it and was the first to play, kicked the ball, followed by a group of prison guards, and rushed straight to the prisoner's side of the ball.

   "What to do, they are all gathered together." The prisoner in charge of Dawn's protection said anxiously.

  Dawn was about to speak when Verak ran over holding a baton: "We have to disperse them, we can't let them get together!"

   "Hmm!" Dawn just had this idea.

   "Hold on, wait for the opportunity!" Verak turned his head and shouted at the four people who were mainly in charge of defense in the rear, and then rushed towards the prison guards together with Dawn and other prisoners.

   Lecter passed the ball back and handed it to the prison guards safely. Without waiting for others, he quickly walked towards Verak: "You are much more proactive than I thought!"

  Verak didn't want to speak, and swung a baton at Lecter's head.

   "Huh!"

  The baton was swung by the strong wind, Lecter's expression was serious, he stepped back quickly to avoid it, and then he also held the baton and hit Verak: "Go up and hit the head?! You are more ruthless than I thought!"

   "Bang!" Lecter hit Verak firmly on the back with a baton.

   Just when he was amazed at why Veraker didn't dodge, but pushed back with his back, Veraker, who had been hit hard, grabbed his baton with one hand, and blasted the baton in his other hand at his head again.

   Lecter was grabbed by the baton and couldn't move back. He had to tilt his neck and turn his whole body sideways to try to avoid it.

   "Bang!" It was also a solid and powerful stick, hitting Lecter's arm.

   "Ugh!" Lecter grinned and let go of the baton, and sat down on the ground clutching his painful shoulder.

Veraker, holding a baton in each hand, wanted to take the opportunity to severely injure Lecter and send off the most difficult person first, but before he could make another move, other prison guards arrived in time, and four or five prison guards rushed towards him Hit the baton.

  Facing the overwhelming attack, Veraker dared not take it head-on no matter how hard he resisted. He took a step back and waved his baton indiscriminately, trying to entangle four or five prison guards by himself.

  The prison guards who temporarily repelled Veraker did not pursue, but surrounded Lecter. The three confronted Veraker, and the two checked Lecter's injuries.

Although Lecter is good at marksmanship, he has never learned to fight. Prisoners have always dared not fight in front of him and allowed him to abuse him. This gave him the illusion that prisoners are easy to deal with, so that he just fought two or three times with Veraker. In the first round, he was knocked to the ground for underestimating the enemy.

   "Hurry up and grab the ball!" Verak urged Dawn and several other prisoners who passed by his side. At the same time, in order to restrain the prison guards and cover them, he broke into the group of prison guards and attacked in all directions.

  The prison guards are not vegetarians either. Relying on the advantage of having weapons to attack, they built a solid wall in front of the prison guard who was in possession of the ball, and fiercely repelled the prisoners.

   Even Dawn didn't hold on for a few seconds, so he backed away for now.

  The situation was much trickier than they had imagined. When the prison guards controlled the ball and formed a group, Verak alone couldn't disperse it, and the others could only get beaten up.

   "This is not how to play football at all!" The prisoner who can play football cried out after being beaten several times.

  The prison guards on the sentry post shouted more and more fiercely, urging the prison guards in the competition to beat all the prisoners until they couldn't stand up.

  The prison guards on the field did not follow suit. They suspended the attack and waited for Lecter to stand up.

  He was also hit by several sticks, and Verac, who felt severe pain when he moved, retreated to Dawn, panting heavily: "Can it still work?"

   "Yes, how about you?" Dawn waved his hand to show that he was fine, and asked about Verak's situation with concern. He saw with his own eyes that Verak was beaten several times when he was buying time for them among the prison guards.

   "I'm fine." Verac stared at the prison guards, "Lecter is their core, as long as Lecter is injured, they can delay their attack and even take the opportunity to grab the ball."

   "Then let's create a chance for you to injure him." Dawn immediately understood Veraker's meaning, "Even if we can't win, we have to beat this lunatic to death!"

  Several prisoners rushed to Verak and Dawn's side. In the round of attack just now, they received one or two blows less, and some received seven or eight blows, but fortunately, they all still have the minimum ability to move.

"We didn't eat, and we can't afford to waste our energy with them, so it's best to score as soon as possible to consolidate our advantage!" They didn't eat, especially Verak, who had to compete as much as possible, couldn't afford a lot of consumption. His only tactic was to play. The prison guards were caught off guard and put all their hopes in the first half, establishing an advantage in the first half.

   "Let's go!" Dawn led the prisoners enduring the pain and launched an attack on the prison guards.

  Lecter just got up and stood up, and the worried prison guards suggested him to watch the battle.

   "I'm fine, continue!" Lecter snatched a baton from the prison guard, aggressively pushed away the prisoners who surrounded him, and wanted to find Verak to settle the score.

   Just as he pushed the prison guard away, five or six extremely tall prisoners rushed towards him, as if trying to knock him out.

   "Protect the deputy warden!" The prison guards shouted while standing in front of Lecter, beating the prisoner severely with batons.

   "Fuck you!" Dawn knocked away several prison guards by virtue of his size and speed, opening a way.

   Following closely behind, Verak picked up two batons and threw them at Lecter.

"You're looking for death!" Lecter, who said before the game that he was not good enough, saw that Veraker didn't care about the ball and was determined to beat him to death. He was so angry that he didn't retreat under the cover of the prison guards. Instead, he swung his stick down and blocked him. Before, the prison guards who prevented him from contacting Verak.

   Seeing how ruthless Lecter was attacking his own people, Verak was stunned for a moment, leaving a gap, and was hit on the forehead by Lecter at the right time.

  Severe pain spread from the top of the head to the whole body, and Verak immediately felt that his head was about to shatter.

   "I'm going to **** you this time!" Lecter said as he swung another stick.

  Verak gritted his teeth and "clicked", a baton blocked Lecter's attack, and a baton greeted Lecter's face.

   "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  Verak went down with three sticks neatly, hitting Lecter who was still extremely fierce just now and rolled his eyes.

   Before he could continue his attack, two prison guards behind him grabbed him and pushed him to the ground.

  At this time, other prisoners who were on standby at the rear rushed over to compete for the football.

  The prison guards had to protect Lecter and protect the football from being snatched away, so they changed from active to passive for a while.

   In the middle of the football field, a big melee of twenty-two people started.

  Several prison guards guarded Lecter, who fell straight on the ground again, with bleeding from his brow bone, and fought and retreated.

  Verak was pressed down by a fat prison guard, with a baton against his neck. There was some strength left on the prison guard's baton, so that it wouldn't directly break Verak's neck, but he ignored his own weight, which made Verak unable to breathe. If this continues, Verak will die sooner or later!

   Verak looked around with a flushed face. The other prisoners were interfering with the prison guards, trying their best to compete for the football, and no one cared to help him. He had no choice but to stretch his hands forward desperately, and grabbed the prison guard's neck.

  The prison guard was extremely ashamed for a moment. He thought he kept his hand, and as a prisoner, Veraker should know how to measure it, but he didn't expect that Veraker's hand was so strong that he rushed to pinch his neck. He had no choice but to punch Veraker **** the head, and then quickly got up: "You **** want to kill me!"

  Verak, whose eyes were darkened, was finally able to breathe again. He supported himself, did not get up for the first time, and slowly got up the second time: "You almost crushed me to death, and you don't want to live if you crush me to death..."

   "As for being so desperate!" the prison guard said, clutching his neck with obvious handprints.

  Verak shook his head, the prison guard just punched him with ringing ears: "What did you say?!"

   "Hurry up and get out of the game!" Since he couldn't be beaten all the time, and he couldn't hit too hard, the prison guard didn't want to touch Verak, a hot potato, "Anyway, it doesn't matter whether you win this game or not!"

   "Can't hear clearly!" Verak rubbed his head and went to pick up the baton.

   "Damn it!" The prison guard stopped trying to persuade Veraker, and kicked Veraker in the lower abdomen.

   Before he had time to pick up the baton, Verak grabbed the prison guard's ankle, and at the same time he was kicked, he also pulled the prison guard to the ground. Then, ignoring the pain, he climbed onto the prison guard and punched him several times involuntarily: "I can't **** hear what you said!"

  The football game completely turned into a beating, and the prison guards on the sentry post felt that it was even more exciting.

   "Old George, don't keep hiding! Beat the biggest prisoner to the ground!"

   "Good job Tyton! Beat 'em to death!"

  While the prison guards watching the game were directing the game without hindrance, from the entrance of the sentry post, an aisle was abruptly vacated from the already crowded sentry post.

  The aisle expanded rapidly, and it ran through the entire guard post in just over ten seconds.

  The prison guards who were shouting at the top of their voices a few seconds ago fell silent when they saw the person coming at the entrance, and stood upright with their backs straightened.

  Sharif Adel, who was tall and burly, wearing a warden's black coat and holding a cigar with a cold face, appeared at the entrance, ignored the onlookers who immediately fell silent, and walked straight to the middle of the sentry post to stop.

  The prison guards in the middle immediately retreated to the sides, making room for Adel again.

  Adel took a deep puff of his cigar, exhaled thick smoke, and looked at the square under the sentry post, which could almost be called a fighting scene.

  (end of this chapter)