First volume of imprisonment Chapter 11 Learning the Art
The gun chief was in pain, but he couldn't tell where it hurt. On the third day after being sodomized, the devilish training began. Although Wang Daming took good care of the gun chief, Long Lao was always by his side. The conditions were limited, so he had to start with general training. Wang Daming's method was very simple, which was to strengthen the gun chief's physique first. On the first morning, he did 100 push-ups, 100 squats, and 200 sit-ups. The gun chief was lazy, but Wang Daming was like a robot. He couldn't finish it in the stipulated time. Without saying anything, he started a beating, but he beat him skillfully. It only hurt, not hurt anywhere. But that kind of pain was the gun chief's weak spot. In his heart, he had already fucked Wang Daming's sisters and aunts to the sky, but Long Lao agreed and was a good accomplice. When he saw the gun chief's eyes rolling around, he rushed over immediately, with a silver needle in his hand, and stabbed the gun chief without saying a word! That kind of pain, the scalp was hot, and the hair stood up. It was simply an inhuman treatment.
He was happiest when he was with Old Master Ouyang. He talked about astronomy, geography, history, and literature. Anyway, he just listened to him talk nonsense. But the gun chief was very scared of this old man. For some reason, he knew that he was just an old man, but he had an invincible aura, a bit like a revolutionary in the movie. He didn't dare to curse Ouyang from the bottom of his heart, because he was an intellectual, and a senior intellectual. Professors are teachers who teach college students, but the gun chief was very ashamed, especially when he was completing the homework assigned by the old master. He was like a primary school student. He had always regarded himself as an intellectual in his hometown, but in front of the old master, he could only blush. This was good! Ouyang and Long Lao were very happy to see the gun chief's attitude towards learning cultural knowledge.
As soon as the gun captain left, Elder Long said in a very cryptic way that we should not instill some idealism and moral concepts into our criminal genius. That would help the prison. A good bad guy would be transformed into a good young man with ideals, morals, culture and discipline? That won't work. It won't work at all. Ouyang also smiled bitterly: I didn't expect that educating talents would have to go against the grain. This is really a bit difficult, but also very challenging.
When learning from the third and fourth brothers, the gun chief wanted to die! Those curved letters were like the gun chief's father's snot, which was really disgusting, but Old Long was very serious about this. Learning foreign languages is one of the foundations of high-knowledge crimes in the future. Of course, the gun chief showed a rare talent for chemistry and physics, which shocked everyone to find their eyes on the ground! As long as he said it once, the gun chief could remember it immediately and do simple calculations. Xie Ziming's interest was suddenly aroused. If there is no confidant, cultivate one.
It was much happier to be with Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun talked about all kinds of criminal cases, and then gave a comprehensive review of where things went wrong and where clues were revealed. He then discussed criminal psychology, measures taken by the police, sentencing methods, relevant legal provisions, etc. The spear chief began to like Zhao Yun, because he could brag about what this handsome guy, who was similar to him, said in the future. One talked enthusiastically, and the other studied hard. It didn't seem like much, but when Zhao Yun asked the spear chief to write down the key points, the spear chief became troubled. It seemed that he had to learn more from Master Ouyang.
The last one was Yang Zhong. It seemed that he had the easiest time. He was learning Qigong. Yang Zhong’s mental formula was very difficult to pronounce, and he didn’t understand it at all. But Yang Zhong didn’t care. He would just beat him up as usual if he couldn’t recite it.
The gun chief felt that the other six people still had some human touch, but Long Zhenbang, that old bastard, was not a human being at all, but a fucking monster. As soon as he got to work, Old Long kicked the chair away and asked the gun chief to squat and do exercises. How could a human being bear that? In less than two minutes, his whole body was shaking, and sweat was flowing like a stream in a mountain ravine. He originally wanted to report to the government that Long Zhenbang bullied the new prisoners and hid the murder weapon (silver needle), but Old Long was like a worm in the gun chief's stomach, and he destroyed the gun chief's fantasy with one sentence: "If you dare to tell tales, I will make you lose your breath tonight."
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Two years later, Wang Daming gave up the training. He meant that the next part was the firearms part. Without the real thing, it was meaningless. But Long Zhenbang and Yang Zhong took over. Although the gun master was made vigorous by these guys, his muscles were as strong as iron. In addition, the Qi training with Yang Zhong every night was also quite effective. Therefore, it took Wang Daming and Yang Zhong to work together to deal with it.
Every morning, Long Zhenbang only let the gun captain do one thing, which was to jump up with his knees tied up. How to jump? The gun captain, who was so dizzy from the fall, was really angry and began to rape Long Lao's housewife psychologically. An hour of zombie jumping made the gun captain feel overwhelmed. His waist and ankles were swollen and painful. If he hadn't been squatting in a horse stance, he might have fallen to death. Yang Zhong taught much more easily. He had two years of Qigong foundation, and he kept explaining the structure of the human body, meridians and acupuncture points, and the route of Qi. He combined a set of beautiful Tai Chi, which was like dancing. After the fight, he felt refreshed! Yang Zhong's teaching was different from Wang Daming's. Wang Daming's was hard work. The gun captain could already cut five bricks with one palm and crack three wooden boards with one kick, but Yang Zhong couldn't do it here. What should he hit? Cotton and paper. Only if he could break these two things would he pass. Long Zhenbang kept repeating zombie jumping and squatting in a horse stance.
Zhao Yun now has nothing to teach. The gun chief has amazing learning ability and a very smart mind. The two often change roles, one is a scout and the other is a thief. Of course, it is an oral competition. At the beginning, the gun chief was repeatedly caught, but later Zhao Yun was helpless. The most angry person is Chen Fanglan. He has been teaching foreign languages for two years. If Long Zhenbang had not been with the gun chief all the time, the gun chief might not recognize all the letters until now. Xie Ziming is very happy. He now teaches his major-biochemistry. The gun chief is really a science genius. Sometimes Xie Ziming feels sorry. If this is not in prison, taking the gun chief to do experiments will definitely produce brilliant results. But the gun chief is not a person who is so obsessed with science. He likes the toxic chemical things very much, especially what can react with what to make people poisoned, rescue after poisoning, and what reactions will be after being poisoned, etc., but he did not dare to tell Xie Ziming about these, but just kept thinking about it in his mind.
Old Master Ouyang was also very happy to see that such a crude and incompetent guy as the spear chief could actually write papers such as "The Criminal Application of Sun Tzu's Art of War" and "Criminal Methods of Ancient China", and his arguments were accurate and his words and phrases were up to a certain level. Even Zhao Yun shook his head and said that if he were in college, he would never have thought of coming up with such a thing. He is really a criminal genius, Ouyang was very moved, if he could be guided back to the right path, he might be able to shine. Zhao Yun didn't think so. He felt that the spear chief was just a farmer. Although he now had the capital of high IQ crimes, he was not capable of doing anything bad by nature. It was precisely because he was blinded by this superficial phenomenon that he caused a great tragedy in his life in the future.
In 1999, the Gunner had been in prison for five years. During these five years, he had learned things that others would take ten or even twenty years to master. Now Old Long did not take the initiative to supervise his studies, which had become a habit. The Gunner could be considered the number one in 307, but he did not dare to do so. Some things were innate, and he still lacked the aura. Although his strength had surpassed those of the seven, he had never thought of taking revenge on these guys. The Gunner was not a person who did not know the importance of the matter. Especially in the past few years of study and life, he had completely changed his previous outlook on life and broadened his horizons.
The zombie jump of Elder Long finally paid off. Now the gun chief can jump two feet high without bending his knees. He has to go through a period of hard training to reach three feet, but the gun chief is not afraid of hardship. This is the biggest change for him. What kind of hardship is more severe than the training he has experienced? The gun chief has never had the opportunity to try his Qinggong. He often feels like a spring is pressed under his feet. He can't help but want to jump when he sees a place two or three meters high. But the restraint ability is not practiced in vain. During the five years of working, Elder Long has passed on all his life's criminal experience to the gun chief, but repeatedly told him not to tell outsiders. He knows that the gun chief has a certain bad nature, that is, the self-boasting mentality. No one has beaten the gun chief since two years ago. The baptism once a week makes the person who does it very painful. Although the gun chief strictly implements Elder Long's intentions, he is beaten to kneel down and beg for mercy every time.
That morning, the gun captain got up as usual and hung towels and paper strips in the aisle. He had been trying to break this thing for three years and still hadn't been able to break it. The gun captain felt that it was simply impossible, but the more he thought about it, the more ruthless he became. Close your eyes, gather your energy, move your body freely, drop your shoulders, tighten your abdomen, gather your strength to your heart, and then slowly start practicing Yang style Tai Chi, one move at a time. The spear chief felt that his energy had made a breakthrough last night, and today he seemed to be more confident. The position of the towel and the paper strip appeared in his mind, and he held his palms upright and gently swung them a few times. There was no sound, but the spear chief "knew" that they had been broken, but he still opened his eyes wide and looked at the pieces of cloth and paper floating in front of him. Old Long came to the spear chief, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Come with me." The spear chief knew that Old Long must have something to say, so he didn't say much and followed Old Long to a dark place. Old Long pondered for a while and asked the spear chief to confirm whether there was anyone there. Seeing the spear chief nod, Old Long said seriously, "I have committed countless crimes before, but the reason I was not sentenced to death is because I have a batch of good things in my hand! I asked you to pretend to be a grandson in front of others because I don't want you to attract other people's attention. I suspect there are spies among our people!"
The spear leader was a little surprised. He knew that what Elder Long said must not be underestimated, but he was surprised that there was a spy, and it was one of the seven of them. His mind was turning rapidly, and he stared at Elder Long with cold eyes and asked: "You are talking about..." Elder Long raised his thumb and index and middle fingers, and compared them, indicating that the spear leader could not speak, and then laughed: "They really don't give up. If I were so easy to deal with, I would not be alive until now. Although my kung fu is gone, my brain is still useful. You are my disciple. At first I thought you were also sent by them to inquire, but after seeing you, my intuition was not. This is very strange, haha, it may also be my "It's fate that we have been together. Finally, I have a disciple. I am really happy with your performance in the past five years. You have almost learned their things. You still have three years left in your sentence. In the past three years, I will do my best to teach you. My best skills are acupuncture and Qinggong. You have already mastered the basics of Qinggong. I will teach you acupuncture from tomorrow. Don't you like poisoning? Hehe, I will teach you too! In addition, you continue to learn spearmanship from Daming. Although there is no real thing, everything you learn to a certain level is controlled by the mind. You just need to remember this knowledge in your mind, and then practice more on the feel of the hand and the mind. It should be useful."
The Gun Master didn't say anything. He had become a little silent in the past two years, but his mind was very sharp. The speed of his brain's processing was far beyond the reactions of these people. He was a little confused and didn't know what to do when he went out. In theory, he didn't have many enemies. The old woman who blackmailed him was not worth mentioning to the current Gun Master. And Zhang Chun'er's family, whose body was ruined by him, and his wife who left home... These couldn't arouse the Gun Master's interest in revenge. His biggest confusion now was that he had learned a lot of skills, but he was afraid that he would have no place to display them in the future. Old Long had seen through the Gun Master's thoughts a long time ago: "Don't think too much. Since your master has taught you a lot of skills, he must at least give you a place to live. You don't have to worry about these. Your master will not make the wrong choice and will definitely arrange it for you. Just tell Yang Zhong about the broken paper and towels. Don't tell anyone else for now."
Yang Zhong looked at the Gun Master as if he was a monster. He thought it was impossible for this guy to break the towels and paper. It took him fourteen years to barely break the paper, which made his father very happy. Yang Zhong was very focused and began to teach the Gun Master. This was the last skill he learned before going to prison. It was Tai Chi without moving. It was very simple. It was still hitting the towels and paper, but they could not be broken or moved! The Gun Master understood a little, but it was very vague. He realized that if he could master this thing, he would definitely be a master. Sure enough, Yang Zhong said: "If you practice to this level, you can make your body stretch freely. For a thief, hehe, this is a life-saving skill."
The gun captain smiled bitterly and cursed in his heart, "In your eyes, I'm just a little thief!"
