Many years later, when I mentioned this at the food stall, the platoon leader looked at me: "I can't believe it's true until now." ”

I smiled wryly and shook my head, not to mention the platoon commander, even I felt like a dream, a real, bloody and terrifying dream.

The platoon commander took out a cigarette and handed it to me, I rarely smoke, but I do, so I took it.

"I'm glad that our brothers can meet here today, don't mention the past." The platoon leader poured a full cup.

"Whistling! Let's bump into one. ”

The two of us didn't know how many beers we had drunk, and there were empty bottles on and off the table, so I picked up my glass and drank it down.

Don't mention the past, I've heard it countless times, it seems that the only way to hide it in my heart is the best destination, but I want to tell, my voice trembles a little: "I miss Wang Li, I miss you, and the captain, I can't forget." ”

The platoon commander's eyes also began to redden, this second lieutenant platoon commander who graduated from a military academy in his twenties, should have been able to do something great in the army, but now he has also taken off his military uniform, and like me, he has become a common man, working hard to make a living in this impetuous society.

--I walked out of the room, then turned around and locked the iron door, and looked at the unconscious prison guard, I kept my hat as low as I could.

The guards here also seem to have strict controls on the entrance and exit, and the place leading to the outside, where the magpie met me twice next to the guard's quarters, there is a door that I know of leading to the outside, and where the guards are the least.

I walked in the passage, then I took off the bandage on my left hand and threw it into the trash, when I passed by the playground, I saw that the leader was lecturing, five or six prison guards were maintaining order, and the prisoners on the first floor were all concentrated on the playground, I smiled and quickened my pace, I had to seize this minute and second, the longer it dragged on, the worse it would be for me.

The reason why I chose this method is not only because I touched my beard, but also because of my skin color, my arms and my face look dark because of my skin that has been exposed to the wind and sun all year round, but my Asian face is here, so my skin tone is very similar to that of my home prison guard.

Nervous? Not being nervous is a lie, but I can't let nervousness affect my judgment and analytical skills, a prison guard trotted past me, I passed by the cafeteria, and saw that the wounded inside had been transported out, leaving only a mess and a whole field of blood, and a few cleaner-like people were cleaning.

Skipping here, I went to the duty room on the first floor, and I saw that there was no one inside, so I looked around, and no one came.

I casually pushed open the door and walked in, there were many monitors in the duty room, which showed the whole prison, and one surveillance was facing the hallway of the single room I was in.

And all my actions just now must have been filmed, and I instantly broke out in a cold sweat, I was still careless, and fortunately there was no one on duty here.

I took a general look, and most of these prison guards were transporting the wounded, and I don't know if it was the gate of the prison, and three or four ambulances came.

Then I rummaged through the room, trying to see if there was a key to the visitor's room, and I opened the drawer, and I saw a key ring with five relatively large keys on it, which looked very different from the prison room key, and there was nothing on the key, so I had to pin it to the strap around my waist.

"Hey, what are you looking for?" A prison guard pushed the door open and walked in, and when he saw me rummaging through something, he casually asked, not too vigilant.

So I pretended not to care: "Well, I'll take a look." ”

"You'd better go to the playground, man, the boss found poison on a hapless bastard." As he spoke, he walked over and sat down in his chair, then picked up a magazine from the table of some blonde and blue-eyed women with voluptuous figures.

It turns out that this place has been manned all the time, and I remembered the prison guard who had just run past me in the corridor, wasn't that the guy in front of me? It seems that he just went to the bathroom behind him.

"Hey dude, look at her figure." As he spoke, he pointed the magazine to me.

I quickly turned my head and didn't look, I wasn't shy, I was afraid that he would recognize me, because I couldn't guarantee that this guy had seen me, and I couldn't take the risk.

"I'll see it when I have time, you're right, I have to go to the playground." As I spoke, I saw that the guard had a semi-automatic pistol at his waist.

This seems to be the rule here, every prison guard on duty in the monitoring room must wear a weapon, and in order to cause casualties due to prisoners snatching weapons, the front-line prison guards are only issued with electric batons.

However, I clearly remember that there were two people on duty in each duty room, and after looking at the monitoring, I should have been busy with other things.

I turned around and just walked to the door.

"Hey! Don't move. The guy behind him immediately shouted.

I froze, then turned to look at him.

"What's the matter with the wound on your hand? Wait, you're new here? I seem to have seen you somewhere. His words gave me a bad feeling for an instant.

I didn't speak, I looked at him, because I didn't know what to say, and at the same time immediately thought about what to do next.

I saw that the guy in front of me seemed to remember something: "You are not a prison guard!" You're the prisoner! ”

As he spoke, this guy's pistol had already been pulled out, and I couldn't hesitate, so I immediately rushed forward and punched him in the right wrist of the gun while his pistol was not aimed at me, and he immediately cried out in pain, and the pistol fell to the ground.

To prevent him from screaming, I covered his mouth with my hand, and then reversed him, my left hand covering his mouth and my right hand around his neck.

He kept struggling, his feet kept kicking the ground, I pushed harder, I didn't dare to relax a little, my eyes were definitely murderous, because I was the one who died if I didn't do this.

And the eyes of the prison guard in his arms were definitely survival eyes, because he didn't want to die like this, he kept slapping my arm, whimpering and trying to say something.

I pushed harder, and in less than ten seconds, his movement gradually decreased, but I still didn't dare to relax.

After about twenty seconds, the guy in my arms stopped moving, and I put him on the ground, then picked up the pistol and got two magazines around his waist.

I put my weapon and magazine on the belt around my waist, and just as I was about to stand up, I saw a prison guard push the door open.

So, plans are really just plans, there is no logic to talk about in reality, and they always surprise you inadvertently.

It was another person in the duty room, he saw me, obviously stunned for a moment, and then he saw the corpse on the ground, and then immediately changed his face and reached out to pull out the gun, the matter has come to this, I can only make a desperate bet!

Where would I give him this opportunity, I took out the gun and loaded it as soon as I aimed it off, and as soon as his pistol was out of his holster, I had already aimed at him and pulled the trigger, and my shooting speed was also ranked among the best in the entire special forces, so I didn't panic much.

"Bang!" The loud gunfire was particularly harsh in this small room, and the prison guard on the other side fell to the ground in response, and this gunshot also indicated that my time was even shorter.

I saw that all the prison guards on the surveillance video heard the gunshots and started shouting something on the intercom because the intercom on the table had already started to go off.

I couldn't stay long, so I got up and searched for the guard I had shot down, but I couldn't find any other keys, so I had to trot all the way with the keys in my waist.

I can only pray in my heart that nothing will go wrong.

Skirting the end of the corridor I slowed down, for there were already prison guards running towards the duty room where the gunshots were fired, and I was wearing their uniforms, so no one would be suspicious at all.

The walkie-talkie on my shoulder also reminded me of the progress of the prison guards.

"Damn it! Where are the gunshots on the first floor! ”

"I'm rushing to the duty room, and the staff in the duty room are not responding, oh God!"

I looked at the playground, all the prisoners were squatting on the ground, and the leader was shouting something over the walkie-talkie, and the atmosphere in the whole prison instantly became tense.

And I barely completed the second step of the plan.