Three days later.

In a thatched hut on the coast of Mauritius, a corpse lies in a pool of blood.

A woman on the bed was holding her body trembling in shock, and she didn't dare to move.

Next to the corpse stood a strong black man in black leather shoes, a suit and sunglasses, who was Jack, a black Interpol from Los Angeles.

Jack looked indifferently and pulled a cell phone out of his pocket with one hand, and clicked.

Photographed the body lying in a pool of blood.

At this moment, there was a siren in the distance.

Tommy, a white Russian detective, was outside to take out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, waiting faintly for the arrival of the police car.

His blazer landed outside the beach with several bullet holes.

Tommy was also shot in the thigh, and at this point the blood was oozing out and he had to walk on a limp.

There were also several corpses scattered outside, which was the hiding place of a multinational drug trafficker they had received information to track down.

Because drug dealers have planted eyeliner inside the police, Interpol has not communicated directly with the local police.

Instead, three hours ago, I sent an email to the Mauritian police station asking if I could assist in the investigation.

Under a coconut tree, a gentle breeze blows slowly.

The silver-haired man, who had been wounded to a gunshot wound in both the shoulder and arm, sat down with his back against a tree.

In front of him were four vicious gangsters.

At this moment, there was a ding-dong.

The phone screen lit up slightly, and it was his private number that received a private message.

Amber, the silver-haired man, narrowed his eyes, buckled the gun in his hand with his backhand, and then clicked on the private message on his phone, and there was a message on it.

"Bangwang Central Prison. ”

And then there's a photo of a reddish-brown sandalwood box.

Amber's eyes became more and more complex and profound, the mobile phone number of this private message was hidden and encrypted, and he believed that it was just a blank mobile phone card behind it.

On the contrary, it is the potential meaning of this private message, which is worth pondering.

Who sent it and what exactly do you want to do?

……

Now.

in Bangkok, Thailand.

Liang Fu and others, you look at me, I look at you.

They received the news that the prison escape operation planned by the prison triumvirate was just two days ago.

In other words, they must act today and deploy with lightning speed, and the time is tight.

Dong Ergou took a deep puff of his cigarette, he squinted and asked, "If this Interpol really appears, will it have an impact on the plan?"

In fact, he was against it in his heart, at such a critical juncture.

Whether the prison escape operation can be successful, the control of every link, and even the slightest accident, may lead to a rollover.

Now they've revealed the name of the prison to a guy who might be an enemy.

Liang Fu was expressionless and dropped a white piece on the chessboard of Go.

He then hesitated for a moment before speaking, "It's a variable, the time is too short, he can't smell the prison escape." ”

Liang Fu said meaningfully: "If he knows, then it will be ...... Some people revealed the news. ”

Everyone froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that this move still had such a meaning.

Everyone invariably thought of a key person.

This time in the prison escape plan, if the Singaporean man Zhong Rui is an enemy, then this knife will be stabbed into everyone's heart, and it is impossible to prevent it.

Liang Fu gently pushed the frame of his glasses, looked at this kind of person, and muttered in a low voice: "This silver-haired man came early, came late, and the attitude of coming will be the basis for our judgment." ”

Sun Yuan had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he didn't bother to think about so many complicated things, so he simply stood up and said, "Let's work!"

"I seem to smell the emotions that are secretly surging in this city. ”

……

At the moment in Bangkok under the casino, as well as night clubs.

They had all begun to gather a group of people silently, and they didn't know what was going to happen.

But they all received a generous remuneration promise, and naturally they are quite looking forward to what will happen next.

If the Thai police were here, I am afraid that it would be a big surprise.

Because these gathered are almost all local gangsters who have had criminal records, have been arrested and even released many times, and these guys have one thing in common, that is, they have anything to do with the word "drug".

These are naturally the subordinates of the boss of the drug dealer gang in the prison, and "drugs" are an extremely violent and illegal way to collect money, and they involve some guys who are not afraid of things and love money as much as their lives.

At this moment, a person in charge is assigning work to the brothers below.

“?????? (here!)"

“?????? (here!)"

“?????????????????? (I can't get a car crossed, I'm stuck in traffic!)"

“?????????? …… (I don't care if you stop a car, or lie on the road, or look for a car to stop it, you have to make sure that no vehicle can pass.) ”

And on the other side.

Several cars walked back and forth outside the prison, following the high-voltage power lines to find the corresponding power station.

And they are marked in these places.

These guys are dressed in professional suits and sunglasses, and they are clearly not ordinary people.

It was Peter Daniel's men who broke into the house of the prison leader Zarrado that day and persecuted and threatened him.

They are responsible for cutting off power to the entire area during a prison break.

Ensure that the high-voltage wire barriers of the prison walls do not function as they should.

Once they escape, they will naturally be divided separately when the catastrophe comes.

Everyone will lay out their own escape routes, and it depends on who is unlucky and gets caught.

……

At the moment in the prison of Bangwang Central Prison.

An inexplicably strange atmosphere is spreading.

The frequent contact between the people of the three major forces made the prison guards vigilant.

However, whenever the prison guards approached, these people would deliberately quarrel and fight, and then yell at each other to separate.

The prisoners who carved out the wasteland were very deliberate to avoid exposing their actions tomorrow, but even so, in the eyes of some people, they were all flawed.

Chen Dong was silently leaning on the direction where the prison guards were working, and he had been very low-key these days.

So much so that people once forgot the existence of this person.

He didn't have any contact with anyone, and he had to guess the escape plan of the guys in the prison and the date of execution.

But it wasn't that hard, as long as the guys looked more and more at the high-voltage grid in the distance, and peeked at the tall watchtower more often.

I knew it was time to get started.

Chen Dong quietly raised his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his eyes looked towards the dazzling sun in the sky.

Because the sun was so strong, I couldn't open my eyes completely at all.

And I can't see anything in the sky.

But his mind made up for it, a drone watching everyone.

The drone hovers high above, and the high-definition photos captured are presented in the computer screen to all corners.

Su Qing, that guy, can definitely see himself through the aerial footage of the drone.

Thinking of this, Chen Dong showed a playful smile.

As if he was muttering to himself, as if he was greeting the invisible drone, he spat out four words: "Long time no see!"