Chapter 40

  In the heat of the moment, coupled with the usual practice, especially during sparring, I was accustomed to using brute force to strike downwards. That one elbow strike hit that thug and his two ribs were immediately fractured, he fell to the ground and started convulsing.

  Those rascals are also heartless, seeing me take action without leaving any room for maneuver, and their eyes were full of a deadlocked taste, but they actually ran away with a swoosh!

  Luckily, the old leader of the army transport team who was leading his brothers to plant trees had experience and quickly sent someone back to call the sanitation team to send a car to notify the army hospital to prepare for emergency rescue. Then he looked at me who was still panting and said "Brother, you'd better hurry back and tell your superior to get ready, this thing is likely to be big!"

  I'm ready?

  I'm going crazy!

  No big deal, I'll just take off my horse armor and go back home to continue being a hoodlum!

  I ran back to the base, put away my equipment and directly told Brother Kuangming that I hit someone and it wasn't light. That kid can probably call me a waste now. This time, I'm afraid I'll have to take off my armor. Brother, will you send me a good one later?

  I was still running with a mouthful of fire, and suddenly Brother Kuangming came over with one leg. I lay down horizontally and directly hit my head against the wall. For half a day, my brain was dizzy!

  What's going on here?

  I was just messing around, wasn't I? Even if I did break the rules, brother, you didn't have to kick me so hard, did you?

  I hadn't even gotten up yet when Ming Ge grabbed my collar and lifted me up, opening his mouth to scold!

  "What are you talking about? Take off the armor? You little brat, you put on this armor just to take it off at any time? You damn...!"

  After scolding me for a few sentences, Brother Kuangming threw me away and ran towards Lian's department. I reckon he was going to find the instructor to think of a solution, and I knew that the instructor would soon come over to scold me severely or even give me a good slap!

  But I'm really not afraid!

  And I don't understand either. I really don't know why Brother Kuangming can't stand me saying "take off your vest"!

  At least at that time I didn't understand!

  Then I saw the instructor dash into the yard with a loud shout: "Baldy, you get out here, you damn it!"

  Got it!

  I hastily stuffed two packs of cigarettes and a lighter into my pocket and slipped away.

  This time I'm definitely prepared before going in, last time was my first experience and I didn't bring cigarettes with me, I almost had a nicotine fit, grabbing the iron bars of the window and shouting "I confess! I confess to anything! Just give me a cigarette!"

  I have no way to describe the instructor's face.

  When I was a kid, during exams, I was so engrossed in playing that I scored only 30 marks on my hundred mark paper. My dad looked at me and raised his palm to hit me, but he couldn't bring himself to do it even after holding it up for a long time.

  At that time, my dad's face was just this expression.

  Now I know what that expression means - "hating iron for not becoming steel"!

  At that time, the instructor stared at me for half a day, then didn't say anything, and then raised his hand to beckon the communicator to come over and put handcuffs on this kid and throw him into solitary confinement!

  Huh?

  Isn't locking up enough? Do you still want to handcuff?

  It seems that no one has ever been handcuffed and thrown into a solitary confinement cell before, at most they just ran in by themselves and stayed there quietly. But now that I've been handcuffed and thrown into the solitary confinement cell, it looks like this matter has really blown up...

  The communicator didn't expect me to make such a big fuss and still enjoy the treatment of having twins watches, so they dragged their feet for half a day before running to the equipment warehouse to get a flexible handcuff, thinking that would be enough.

  The correspondent was kind-hearted and feared I had suffered injustice, but look at the time, occasion, people, and place.

  The instructor was on fire, and at a glance, the communicator obviously wanted to get past it. He snatched the soft handcuffs from the scene and threw them away. Then, the old man personally rushed into the warehouse to find an old-fashioned pair of handcuffs for me, which were still easy to buckle!

  This brother who has come into contact with the old-fashioned handcuffs should know how vicious those handcuffs are, right? Those handcuffs can only be described as poisonous and even if it's just an ordinary police handcuff, if you accidentally knock your wrist against it, it will be tightly locked onto the bone, unable to move, and the more you struggle, the tighter it gets.

  The instructor was already very powerful, and with the added momentum of his anger, he threw me into a locked room on the spot. I was so painful that I didn't dare to make a sound or move at all. Then, the instructor personally locked the door from the outside.

  My wrist hurts from being handcuffed and I'm wearing that big, wide legged pants that my brother gave me, it's really uncomfortable!

  I didn't do anything, just a bit of a mess, but I was a bit too heavy-handed. Being locked up for two days is already a big deal, why did they still have to put handcuffs on me and have the instructor personally throw me into solitary confinement?

  Is it worth it? Am I not even worth more than a hoodlum?

  The more I think about it the angrier I get, so I twisted my body to take out a cigarette and light it up. Then suddenly, I touched something in my pocket - a paperclip, probably left over from last time when I wrote an attendance report?

  With this thing, why should I still wear handcuffs?

  I bit my front teeth, wrapped my fingers around a few times, and twisted my wrist. I opened the handcuffs and threw them towards the headboard. Then I lay down and fell asleep.

  How dare you! I really don't believe this is happening! If it's just because I messed up a bit and now you're going to make trouble for me, then I'm not willing to wear this uniform anymore!

  I woke up and it was already dark. As soon as I opened my eyes, I found someone standing by the head of the bed. Judging from his build and stature, he seemed to be our instructor?

  The instructor nodded his head, seemingly having noticed that I had opened the handcuffs, and said in a low voice, "Not bad, kid. You've actually applied your tactical skills here."

  I knew I was in trouble so I quickly stood up and told the instructor that it wasn't intentional, I knew I was wrong.

  The instructor didn't say a word, just chuckled to himself and paced back and forth in the isolation room. Suddenly, he asked me, "Do you know why you were locked up last time? Don't give me any nonsense, what do you think, how dare you talk to me like that?"

  I had a bellyful of grievances to begin with, so when the instructor told me to speak the truth, I straightforwardly said that I thought I was in the right last time! You asked me to reflect on my mistakes and yet you still gave me spicy rice to eat. I think what you're really afraid of is that the other brothers will learn from me. You're just making an example out of me to scare the others, you don't really want to punish me!

  The instructor seemed to be stunned for a moment, then pointed at me and said, "You little brat really have a lot of ideas, don't you?" I told you, kid, when the team says you're being locked up, it's because you really did something wrong, not just making a fuss! Last time we locked you up for two days, gave you good food and drink, just to make you think clearly about where you went wrong! But you, after eating and drinking, actually thought of making a big deal out of it? Do you think you're so powerful that you can fight? Do you think you're a hero because you shout loudly when you see injustice? You little brat, think carefully!

  Before I could even react, the instructor had already walked out the door and left me with a sentence: "Do you know what kind of training we're doing in the army? We're training to be soldiers, not those martial arts heroes! You think about what it means to be a soldier!"

  The door of the isolation room was locked again by the instructor. Through the window of the isolation room, the instructor shouted again, "You little devil, lock your handcuffs yourself! When you figure it out, I'll open it!"

  Do I understand? Can I understand now? Can I stay in a confinement room?

  I'm at my wit's end!