Lying on the bed, my nose ached and I almost cried, it's true, I'm not afraid of being ashamed.

I want to get out, but the facts tell me that I probably won't be able to get out, and even the magpies don't dare to trust me anymore, what can I do?

I thought of John, the leader of the white man, and I don't know what country he belonged to.

At this time, I just want to kill him, anyway, I have been charged with drug trafficking, and I will probably be sentenced to prison, I don't mind having a few more lives on my hands.

In the event of an assassination, I have many ways to kill him, but these guys have always been in groups, and I can only sneak up because my left hand is already mobile.

The wound on the palm of my hand was also scarred and itchy from time to time, and my little and ring fingers still couldn't move, but that didn't affect my upcoming revenge.

I'm really ruined, and it's impossible to escape from prison, because my time is running out, and John's successful planting has made me lose my mind.

He disrupted all my pre-arranged plans, and even if he died, I would definitely kill him, and I would never have allowed him to live anyway.

At night, I quietly reached out and touched the place where I had buckled off the iron piece before, and I broke off a small piece of iron again.

One end was unusually sharp, and I sneered and put it in my pocket and waited quietly for the next day.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I seemed to think of something, opened my eyes, reached out and touched my face, full of beard, I have shaved once during this time, and my beard is very thick now.

Thinking that the guards were all wearing hats, a plan instantly came to mind, and the plan to escape from prison was revived!

I carefully deduced it in my mind a few times, then made two plans for myself, deduced it a few times again, and then fell asleep satisfied.

This plan excites me a lot, if it works I can successfully escape from prison, I want to get out, I want to be free, I want to go back home.

The desire to survive that had disappeared resurfaced.

Soon, the next day, as usual, we got up and washed up and lined up to walk into the restaurant, and I saw John and a couple of his doglegs sitting around the corner of the restaurant.

I sat down not far from him, and after three minutes of eating the food on my plate, I wiped my mouth, pinched the piece of iron in my pocket, stood up and walked straight to him.

"Hey! John! ”

As soon as he turned around, I struck, "Poof! The piece of iron slashed his throat with unmistakable accuracy, and he immediately clutched his neck and fell to the side.

Seeing this, the others yelled at me and threw themselves at me, and one stood up and frantically cried for help.

Of course, the situation here was also seen by the natives who were also eating, and they saw that after I solved the leading white, one of the natives shouted something, and the rest of the people directly got into a ball with the nearby whites, and there were dozens of people on both sides, and at this time, the whole restaurant became a battlefield.

This is a long-standing contradiction, because I have seen their own people and whites have clashed or clashed more than once, and even died, and now they seem to be unable to sit still after seeing their leading whites killed by me.

This was what I expected, but before I could snicker, the white men in front of me had already pounced, and there were a lot of things in their hands, there were sharp stones, there were wires removed from the bed, and even one guy directly removed the stool fixed under his buttocks, and I dodged the attack of one person, and the piece of iron in my hand immediately cut through his throat.

Several other people surrounded me, I quickly stepped back to get away, the white man with the stool came straight at me, I was fighting with a guy, I was caught off guard and was hit directly in the shoulder, I was in pain and raised my leg and kicked him in the crotch, he immediately fell to his knees.

Another man took the wire and walked around my back to take the opportunity to strangle me, I saw it, clamped the iron piece in his fist, turned around and punched him in the throat, the white man collapsed directly to the ground, the wound on his neck kept spurting blood.

The surrounding fighting situation was extremely fierce, and the prison guards rushed in to stop it to no avail, and even some prison guards were knocked to the ground, and the electric batons in their hands were also snatched over.

The whole dining room was in shambles, with a lot of wailing and fainting natives and whites lying on the floor, while everyone else was hiding to the side.

And now I shouted, "F."

eedom！！！！！ It means freedom, which seems to have been a long-standing slogan, a slogan that has shaken those who have been hiding aside.

Who wouldn't want to go out? Who wants to hide here all day to be tortured and interrogated? In fact, some people had already started the idea after we started the conflict, and my shouting made the rest of the people start to resist the prison guards as well.

Many things, once someone starts, then the people's desire, such an appeal is very terrifying, I just take advantage of this, the more chaotic the better, the more chaotic the better.

I stabbed a white man again, and the rest of the people were afraid to come, and the prison guards were almost all out of the room, and I looked out the window.

The two gun-wielding guys on the watchtower on the playground were still standing, and even though I knew they weren't in my plans, I cursed anyway!

There were many seriously injured and unconscious people lying on the floor in the cafeteria, and there were also many food scraps, plates, tables and chairs that had been destroyed.

The prison guards' electric batons turned over several people, and the scene was still chaotic until a gunshot rang out: "Bang! ”

Everyone fell silent, and I immediately squatted on the ground with my head in my hands, which was also what I expected, and the current situation was just the beginning of my plan.

A leader-looking man walked in with a pistol, looked at the mess, waved his hand, and the prison guards swarmed up.

I was hit with an electric baton, trembling all over, and after being beaten so many times, I thought I would get used to that feeling, but I didn't expect to be trembling and almost unconscious.

Then we were thrown into the playground for questioning, and of course all the fingers were pointed at me, I was the first to start finding fault, and I was the first to shout for freedom, and I was the one who started all this.

A few natives identified me on the spot, and a few whites identified me as killing all three of them, and I didn't speak, just stood.

Because this was also in my plan, the leader stepped forward and kicked me in the stomach, and I deliberately fell to the ground.

"You bastard, if it weren't for that Buck guy asking me to keep you, I'd love to smash your head right now!"

Buck, I know the officer's name, his name is Buck.

A prison guard lifted me up, and the leader came over: "I don't care who you are!" Remember! This is my place! Be honest with me! ”

I didn't look at him, because I was snickering, and the conflict was overhauled by more than twenty wounded, five dead, and John died.

Of course I knew he was going to die, I cut his throat, and the blood would go to his trachea before he got to the hospital, and he would choke to death.

This guard handcuffed me and then put me in that cell, why one guard and not two or more?

That's what I'm trying to do, I've already counted the number of guards in this prison, and today's conflict has greatly distracted most of the prison guards, some in the playground, some in transporting the wounded, so there is only one person to escort the prisoners, not to mention that my hands are also handcuffed, so everything looks like nothing can go wrong.

This guard is about the same height as me and similar in size to me, which seems to be a providence.

The moment he took out the key to open the private room, my eyes immediately sharpened.

I immediately rolled over and kicked him in, then ran over and kicked him in the temple before he could recover.

The prison guard passed out.

I stepped back to the door and looked around, but no one came, so I immediately stepped forward and took out the key to the handcuffs and opened the handcuffs.

Then I retreated to the door again to observe the situation, and after confirming that no one was there, I quickly took off my clothes, and for about two minutes or so, I looked at the prison guard's uniform on my body, and then put my hat on my head.

And in the corner of the room, the prison guard has already changed into my clothes, he has passed out, he looks like he is asleep, and he will not be able to wake up in a short time.

Now that I've done the first step, next, I'm going to start my performance.