The most dangerous criminal in the military is enough to make Zhao Li feel twelve-hearted. The prison management I studied in the past was just an ordinary prison, and it seemed that it was useless in the face of this extremely strict special prison.

Such a tight place is just the periphery of the prison, and I really don’t know what it looks like inside.

"You are a newcomer, remember that anyone here is extremely dangerous." The second lieutenant stressed the danger of the prisoners inside to Zhao Li: "There is no need to do it, don't take the initiative to contact them." While saying that, he looked at Zhao Li's slightly thin figure and warned him with some concern: "Especially when they want to provoke, don't be impulsive!"

Zhao Li wrote down all these things one by one. The second lieutenant said something good to him. This is good intention, and he must not ignore it.

"Let's go, the warden wants to see you." I don't know how many portals he took Zhao Li through before entering. Before Zhao Li could observe the situation in the prison, the second lieutenant had already taken him in another direction.

When the newcomer reported to him and saw that his direct commander was of course important, Zhao Li followed the second lieutenant along an upward staircase without saying a word.

Also in the prison, there were not so many overlapping doors in the direction leading to the warden, only two simple iron gates, followed by a large office. However, the warden seemed to be not in the office, and the second lieutenant took him toward an iron ladder not far away.

"The warden is on it, be careful!" Leaving this sentence made Zhao Li stay here for some reason, but the lieutenant left himself, which made Zhao Li confused.

Be careful? What should you be careful? Be careful about the prisoner or the warden? Going up to see the warden, it shouldn't be a serious offender, right? However, those who can manage these guys must not be a fuel-saving lamp. Is it really a warden?

Standing by the iron ladder, Zhao Li closed his eyes and began to mobilize basic physical fitness skills. Three minutes was enough for him to practice for a week and then calm down his nervous mood. He carefully sorted out his clothes and felt that there was no problem with military appearance, so he raised his foot and walked upwards.

Up the iron ladder, there was a sealed metal door. Zhao Li gently reached out and held the handle, turned and pushed it open with force. Before he could see the situation outside, a special smell had already been heard.

First of all, there is a fresh sea flavor. It is full of fresh water, so the wind blowing over does not have that kind of fishy smell. It looks very special in the smell of metal.

But another smell was even more special, which Zhao Li had never smelled before. It seemed that he put dried salted fish in a pile of fermented flour, and then poured a bucket of slurry that had been stored for many days, and there was a smell of a dead cat that had been dead for many days. In this era, it was rare to smell such a disgusting smell.

Unable to help, Zhao Li wrinkled his nose and stood at the door and hesitated for a moment. Could it be another "traditional ceremony" to welcome Xinting? The experience of the outer space roller coaster not long ago was still vivid in Zhao Li's mind, and there was no sound behind the door. Should I go out or not?

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Li decided to take the initiative. Since it was a traditional ritual, he couldn't even hide, even if he wanted to. He might even give his future comrades a cunning name, and he might not be so happy to get along with each other in the future. Thinking of this, Zhao Li suddenly pushed open the door and stepped out with great strides.

"Report to the commander, Sergeant Zhao Li was ordered to report!" No matter what the situation was, since he was sent here under the name of the warden, Zhao Li still saluted loudly according to the rules.

To Zhao Li's surprise, there was indeed a person here. To be precise, he was an old man in a military uniform. The military uniform of the old man was quite fit and clean, but his military rank was just a major. His gray hair, gray beard, and his trimmed were very clean. He looked like he had such a spirit. But if Zhao Li wanted to tell him exactly what kind of temperament he was, Zhao Li could not organize the right words for a while.

In front of the old man, there was a metal dining table. It looked like it was fixed on the metal platform under his feet. There was a huge parasol behind him, which happened to form a shadow on the old man and the table. Below the old man's body was a comfortable recliner. Now the old man was lying down in a very comfortable manner, looking at the vast sea in the distance, shaking leisurely.

The cool sea breeze blew, and there was a cool breath. If there was no disgusting smell on the table, from here, I would never have imagined that this place was a special prison, but it would have been more like a leisure and summer beach.

The only thing Zhao Li didn't understand was that there were several foods on the table that looked very beautiful, and even a bottle of iced wine. How could it exude such an unbearable smell?

Zhao Li's loud report made the old man turn his gaze from the sea to Zhao Li. The old man's eyes did not change at all, and it was still so turbid. He looked Zhao Li carefully from head to toe, stretched out his finger to a metal chair not far away, and then said softly: "Sit!"

"Yes, sir!" This should be the warden. His old man said it was an order. Zhao Li resisted the pungent smell and walked to the chair designated by the old man.

As soon as I sat down, I felt something was wrong. This metal chair was also fixed on the metal platform. I don’t know how long it had been dry, and it was not as cool as a parasol. It was already hot. When I sat down, I felt a smell of her buttocks being made into teppanyaki.

The old man seemed to have never noticed this place. He reached out and picked up a piece of toasted golden bread slices from the table, held a knife in his right hand, dug out a large piece of dark gray from a crystal-clear bottle, and began to apply it to the bread slices, as if applying butter.

With this touch, Zhao Li immediately felt a stronger stench. Zhao Li opened his nostrils twice, resisted not speaking, and watched the old man's every move seriously.

The old man applied it very carefully, evenly applying a side of the bread slices. Then he put down the knife, held the bread slices, and asked Zhao Li in a show-off manner: "Sergeant, this is a rare limited edition of the best Wang Zhi and stinky tofu, do you want to taste it?"

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