The grass grows and the warbler flies, it is already the season of spring, but in the country of T, it is extremely sultry, and it has already entered the summer season.

Elderly people fan their pampas to ward off mosquitoes and dispel the heat. Young people have become more fashionable, leaving the village that has been passed down for generations and moving into the city. Feeling the convenience brought to them by various modern civilizations, they have become a new generation of urban emerging forces.

A certain valley, surrounded by mountains, is lush and green with tall and towering primeval forests. I don't know that there have been no people walking for tens of thousands of years. The sound of apes and birds in the forest, and sometimes the roar of tigers, shows the harmony of ancient nature.

But in the middle of these mountains, in a spacious valley depression, a modern large-scale building complex has risen from the ground.

The sentry is tight, and the guard is tight! It has completely achieved five steps and one post, three steps and one sentry.

In fact, this is just a single-story prison. A small black brick main building stands alongside it. Around the building, there are various circular buildings dotted around.

The high walls and deep courtyards are densely covered with iron nets, and the vigilance is tight. The soldiers who came and went back and forth were armed with automatic weapons, and although they were in this uninhabited valley, they did not have the slightest intention of relaxing their mentality, and firmly carried out their tasks, vigilantly patrolling every inch of the back and forth.

Every watchtower is guarded by heavy air guns, and every gate is guarded by a heavy firepower point! Bunkers, hidden fortresses are everywhere. The people here are afraid to relax as if they were facing a great enemy.

This is no ordinary prison, and it is full of dangerous people. International drug dealers, political prisoners, murderers, etc., etc. But there's another character who is very different, Carson!

At the end of the east wall of the cell. A small window, just enough to let in a few faint rays of sunlight in the morning, adds a touch of vitality to this small single cell with dark tides on four walls.

Looking out of the air window, one can only see a few cleaning workers cleaning the hospital in vain every day, and occasionally some guards leading tall police dogs to walk by. From time to time, a few fierce faces will be revealed to the cell, scaring and scaring the prisoners who are already terrified.

Carson had been locked up in this small house since he was captured, and the trial that Ramic had been trying to organize did not go ahead as scheduled. The reason is that there are still some generals in the government who are friendly with Carson who are talking for him, although Carson has basically no power and use value now.

But Ramic really couldn't figure out why anyone was willing to try to protect this waste Carson at this time, risking being attacked by a group.

But since there is someone to protect him, Carson has been locked up like this. His life is very leisurely, in addition to eating and sleeping every day, he also dragged on the relationship and asked someone to bring him a lot of books. By the way, I became a scholar and studied various cultural knowledge.

Not to mention, if you don't know his identity, just looking at his dedication to reading, some people will definitely regard him as a well-educated professor, rather than a big drug lord and a big terrorist in Southeast Asia.

But the days are not so peaceful, Ramic has interrogated him several times, trying to extract some evidence from his mouth, according to Ramich, Carson not only has a huge amount of money missing, but also has a huge arsenal hidden somewhere in country T that has not yet been discovered.

It's okay, if he is given shit to be shipped out one day, it won't be overturned. With those weapons, he was enough to organize an army. Then the country will be turned upside down. Ramici secretly blamed Nighthawk in his heart, if he had killed this old thing earlier, he wouldn't have been in so much trouble now.

What's more, his sons are still alive and well outside. They still have some power, which is also an important excuse for the generals to protect Carson, they are afraid that after Carson's death, his sons will get out of control and the situation will be out of control.

The furnishings in the room were simple, except for a stone bed stacked against the wall and a flushing toilet next to it. This thing is relatively high-end in the entire cell, and it can be regarded as taking care of Carson's identity. A wooden table and a wooden chair, that's all there is to it.

On the wooden table, stacks of books are now on display. Carson had a cigarette in his hand, and looked at "The Biography of Franklin" with great interest, occasionally making annotations with a pen.

"Carson," a fierce voice shouted viciously outside the door.

Carson turned his head and looked at the visitor indifferently.

"Carson, stand up and put your hand out the door." The vicious guard shouted impatiently, as if he was wasting his own saliva and time to shout more.

Carson put down the book in his hand, stood up honestly and walked to the door. His hands stretched out, he didn't want to deal with such a rough person, the soldier was the most unreasonable, he knew it well.

With a "click", a heavy shackle was placed on Carson's wrist, and the whole wrist couldn't help but sink a lot.

Carson retracted his hand and took two steps back. The guard slowly opened the door, and slammed it against the wall with a loud bang.

I don't know if he took the wrong medicine, or if menopause came early. With a fierce face, he shouted: "Come out quickly, and I want to invite you." ”

Carson shook his head and walked out. The guards behind him closed the cell door and shackled him again, and then pushed him forward.

The handcuffs are fine, and there is no problem with holding both hands. But the shackles are painful! Carson, who has been pampered for a long time, has long been accustomed to a life of fine clothes and fine food, how could he have thought that he would have the moment to become a prisoner one day. Dragged the heavy shackles, his feet were about to break, but the guards behind him urged him to hurry up from time to time, and from time to time he pushed hard with his hands, as if he was in a hurry to do something.

In order not to annoy this guy who seemed to have eaten gunpowder today, Carson gritted his teeth and walked forward with difficulty.

After four doors, the guard and Carson stopped at the door of a separate interrogation room.

The guard stepped forward and opened the door, pushing Carson in forcefully, and pinning him heavily to the interrogation chair in the middle of the room. Without further ado, he took his shackled hand and locked the chain in the clasp on the table. In this way, no matter how powerful a person is, he can't move at will, let alone Carson, a half-cut wasted man. At his age, if he is in China, he should also get a retirement salary.

After doing this, the guard didn't look back, walked out impatiently, and closed the door with a bang.

Carson was already in a cold sweat and out of breath. The short distance has cost him a lot of money. He looked around, it was empty, and he was alone.

Squeak! The door suddenly opened, and a flaming Ramic almost crashed in, followed by four guards with guns. Carson was stunned for a moment, but then smiled with relief.

Ramic was still laughing when he saw Carson behind bars. suddenly remembered that it was impossible to kill him, and it was impossible to judge him, and he was constantly furious. Anger swelled up, and he shouted loudly, "Carson, what are you laughing at, don't you know that you are dying?" Today I am the last chance to give you, I used to be polite to you, you think I am a bully, right? If you tell the truth today, forget it, if you play with me again, do you see?"

Ramici pointed behind him viciously and said intimidatingly: "They are all first-class torture experts, and they are in their hands!" Even if you don't die, you have to lose the skin, I heard that a few guys used to be crazy because of too many potions. ”

As if he found it funny, Ramic looked up and laughed, feeling very happy. The depression of many days is gone.

Carson stared at Ramic like he was looking at an idiot. Suddenly, he also looked up and laughed, laughing so happily, not at all frightened.

Ramici was stunned, he didn't know what was crazy about this guy, he was no longer as cowardly as he used to be.

Suddenly, he slammed down on the table and stared at Carson in shame, the fire in his eyes burning out of his eyes. emitted a scorching light: "You dare to laugh at me, do you think I don't dare?" ”

Carson stopped smiling, but as if he couldn't get enough of it, he still pursed his lips and shook his head. Ramic waited for a long time before he heard Carson say leisurely: "It's not that I don't believe you, I'm just afraid that you won't have that chance." No one knows if the deer is dead, you kid dare to speak out in front of me, wait a minute, I can make you worse than death, and you don't want to live. ”

"What?" Ramic's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the madman in front of him, and he looked up and laughed maniacally. He heard the most ridiculous joke in the world today, from the mouth of a stupid madman, and even more so from an outrageous general.

"Carson, Carson, I see that you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin, since that's the case, let you taste it, what is life is better than death. Do it! Ramic yelled behind him.

Bang bang bang bang Ramic turned his head in surprise, and the three guards behind him were shot in the head at the same time, and his mouth was wide open and he fell in a pool of blood.

The last guard, standing in the corner with a puff of smoke coming out of the muffler, smiled and said to Ramic, "Roger, I've acted." ”

Ramic opened his mouth wide, bewildered and half-fazed. Suddenly he turned to stared at Carson angrily and yelled, "Do you think you can escape this way?" It's heavily guarded, so you're going to die here. ”

"Oh? Is it? I don't think so! The cold voice of the guard behind him floated over: "Don't believe it, you listen." ”

Ramic pricked up his ears and listened carefully! In just a few moments, the huge roar of the engine gradually grew from small to large, and the whining of the propellers resounded throughout the valley.

Boom, boom, explosions came and went, mixed with the sound of heavy machine gun fire.

Suddenly, explosions, machine guns, screams, and howls sounded like a loud piece of music, quietly playing in this quiet valley.

Carson is like a masterful conductor, his fingers swinging rhythmically back and forth, directing this reap of life from hell.

Ramici sat on the ground with a blank face, his face full of helplessness and resignation. He knew that everything was over.

Half an hour later, the door was slammed open with a thud. A mustache wearing a baseball cap and a cigar in his mouth walked in with blood on his feet. Ramic glanced out the door, his eyes full of corpses.

"Father, you have been wronged!" Mustache pulls out the key he pulled from the dead man's body and unlocks the shackles for Carson.

Carson moved his sore wrist and patted the mustache on the shoulder with relief: "Good boy, only here now!" Is that done? ”

"Yes, Matsumoto is dead, Mr. Babu instructed, the next step can be taken."

"Good!" Carson's eyes lit up, and he looked fixedly into the distance.

Suddenly, it was like something came to mind. Carson turned his head and looked at Ramici, who was already covered in chaff, with a wicked smile, and said viciously, "Mr. Ramich, I almost forgot about you!" By the way, I just said that you will be better off alive than dead! With a burst of horrible laughter, Ramic fainted in fright.