It was pitch black.
The hot breath from his mouth rushed back to his face, but it did not make Mr. Steve Johnson feel any warmth at all.
The security guards sitting on both sides, sandwiching him in the middle, even heard the sound of teeth "fighting" up and down.
One of them tilted his head and pinched his clothes in confusion. They felt like cotton clothes. Isn’t this pilot’s physique good?
What he didn’t know was that in Western countries, people who cover their heads or eyes will only have one fate when they are taken out of prison. Mr. Vulture was already on the verge of collapse. .
If it weren’t for not drinking much water, the back seat of this car would have been filled with the smell of urine.
The rain kept hitting the carport, making a dull sound. In the vulture's mind, he had already begun to imagine that he had become the car, and the raindrops turned into bullets splashing towards him.
"What are you going to do?"
At this time, he was no longer as domineering as before, and he was roaring tremblingly, even if the spit spit came back to his face after being rubbed. .
The carriage was silent, and no one answered any of his questions. Only the sound of guns swinging nearby told him that there was indeed someone beside him.
After about twenty or thirty minutes of inner torture, the moving vehicle slowly slowed down.
I don’t know if it was my imagination, but there seemed to be people chattering outside the car, speaking their native language, but everything seemed like an illusion.
"Crunch"
The water droplets shaken by the wheels set off a small ripple on the cement floor of the yard, and then were directly broken by the falling big feet.
The vehicle that arrived again attracted the attention of countless people outside the court. Even in the pouring rain, the reporters who smelled the "meaty smell" also took the risk of the camera being damaged by water. All the cameras hanging on the chest were raised.
The people in the car struggled and resisted, and were finally pulled out without any accident. This scene seemed to give them a shot of stimulant, and they kept pressing the shutter button on their hands.
At this time, the people who took over were already military policemen wearing white helmets. After saluting, the few people who were in the car got back into the car and completed their tasks. mission.
The white helmet, no matter which country it is on, means that it has the right to enforce the law on the soldiers. What's more, this time, in order to facilitate understanding, they even wore cuffs with the word "" on their arms.
The film is no longer enough at this time. With fast fingers, they have begun to change the film in a hurry. For them guarding the door, this unlucky child is their goal today. , is destined to be its own headline news.
"Wang Defa"
With his hood tied down and his hands tightly squeezed, Johnson could not block the sudden light, especially the flash of lightning.The light made his light blue eyes feel like crying.
With his eyes tightly closed and his face distorted, Johnson could only hear the crisp sound of the shutter closing in his ears.
The raindrops flowed down his messy blond hair and onto his face. No one held an umbrella for him, but the good thing was that the cold raindrops quickly restored the stimulated eyesight.
Looking at the fence just a few feet away, the people outside were pointing at him like monkeys, each holding a camera. Johnson's face instantly turned green at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"he"
Looking at the appearance of those people with hooked noses, although their eyes are the same color as mine, it is obvious that no one dares to rush in, and there is even a look in their eyes. It was also meant to be a joke. The harder I struggled, the more pictures they took.
Johnson, who was panting heavily, had never been insulted like this before. No one paid attention to him and did not speak up. On the contrary, some people made mocking sounds. How could he, a dignified pilot, have ever been insulted like this? insult.
"fuk"
Identified the identity of the reporter friends outside and proved that the person had not been tortured in any way. The lively Johnson was brought in by the white-hatted military police picket. The atmosphere was completely ignited.
"Oh God, man, let me take a few more, I think this face deserves a roll of film, preferably with a smile on it"
"Damn "Yingjiang guy, you didn't expect that you would end up like this, Satan is waiting for you down there"
"Oh my God, this guy, I can only say, God bless him, how can he still laugh"
Different languages were intertwined at this time. Most of the people, impatiently, had already asked their assistants to send back the first-hand negatives, which captured the person involved and they were clearly photographed. The task has been completed.
So, they were so calm that they even started joking without delay.
We are in a foreign country. Anyway, these people here have no competition with us. It is impossible for each newspaper to be sold to others. Being able to get together here, according to the saying of this land, getting together is fate. .
"What punishment do you think he will get?"
"Hoho, he is dead, I have already thought of a eulogy for him in front of his tombstone"
< p>The big-nosed John Bull was smiling strangely at the side, as if he was happy to see the little brother who was brought in being embarrassed. The three fingers of his right hand touched each other and drew a cross on the top of his head and shoulders.Death or not, Mr. Vulture doesn’t know.
With a pale face, he knew clearly that tomorrow, no, not even tomorrow, the news about his trial in a foreign country would be spread throughout the entire Broken Ball.
If you add the photos taken just now, it would be a sure blow to his current heart.
Everyone likes to be famous, especiallyHe is a Yingjiang person who has a strong desire to perform, but this way of becoming famous is definitely not enjoyable.
He could only say that he was too cunning. If his head had not been covered, he would not have been so cooperative and would have kept his head down until he died.
With no tears left, he could only harbor fantasies in his heart, hoping that his mother would not see the newspaper about him.
Taking heavy steps, the iron chain between his legs scratched the terrazzo floor, making a "squeaking" sound. His face turned red, black, and green, like a vulture. An unconscious robot slowly entered the palace of destiny.
The door was opened to both sides by the military police pickets, and Captain Steve Johnson, who had his hands and feet restrained, entered the sight of everyone present.
Two of the cameras arranged in the four corners have been opened by the staff. On the black square box, the disc has begun to rotate slowly. From this moment on, every clip here, All will be recorded.
His soul seemed to have been drained out, and his expression was dull, like a walking zombie. Under the gaze of everyone in the audience, he stood at his place. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft