Faced with Song Yingsheng's question, Luther seemed to have an answer a long time ago, and without thinking about it, he replied: "My idea is this--"

"In the prison, every month, it will be allowed to send some letters, such as letters from home, and we can take advantage of this loophole and put you in those boxes containing letters, so that you can take this opportunity to escape from the prison."

"Of course, in order to avoid accidents, I will personally send those letters out to ensure that no one will check us, as a member of the special forces, they will still give me face, and most of them will choose to believe me and release them without checking."

"And what if they check?" Song Yingsheng is not a pessimist, but he must prepare for the worst, "Won't you be able to find me?" You can't gamble your victory on your face. ”

"Yes, not really." Luther nodded, "If this is really the case, I will kill them and cover you personally, you know, I know the terrain of the entire prison well, I believe I can definitely take you out." ”

"Then, when you go out, please go to the National Library yourself and hand over the code to the waiter on the first floor."

"The code is, I'm looking for a book called Rong Zhai's six strokes, and if he answers that Rong Zhai's essays are only five strokes, it means that he is part of the guerrillas." Luther remembered the code of his organization very well.

"Well, okay, I remember." Song Yingsheng recited the code several times seriously, "Then I will believe you, but when will I know that the plan is going to start?" Did you come and deliver the food yourself? ”

"Nope." Luther shook his head: "This will make me very suspicious, we guerrillas usually use the 'Peace Sutra' to communicate, that is, the book you read on the reading day, except on that day, you will get a free copy every week, so that you, hehe, can receive an education from the empire." ”

"Then, through this means, after obtaining the Sutra of Peace, you will be able to see the hidden information I wrote on it."

"Have you ever hidden information...... Song Yingsheng was a little puzzled, "Isn't that book all nonsense?" ”

"Look at the first three sentences--"

"The country of rice is safe, Emperor Donald is safe, and the emperors of the past dynasties are safe......."

"Peace for the people, peace for the children, peace for all generations, peace for the years......."

"The ghosts are safe, the chickens and ducks are safe, the geckos are safe, the lives are safe......"

"I didn't say anything at all!"

"You look at it again, just pick out the first few words and read them once, and see what you see, and I mean the second and third sentences." Faced with Song Yingsheng's question, Luther did not answer positively, but just smiled and asked him to try.

"What, isn't it just a child, young, ten thousand, still old?" Song Yingsheng read and read, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and put his eyes on the third sentence: "You, chicken, wall, raw ......."

"Long live freedom, guerrilla victory?"

"Yes." Luther nodded, smiling, "In the same way, I can also write a sentence, June is safe, the month is safe, July is safe, and every day is safe, so you can see that the escape date is June 7th." ”

"Wonderful, this plan." Song Yingsheng began to look at the Ping An Sutra, and found that a lot of nonsense he thought before had hidden so many details, "Then before that day, I will be ready, and then, it's up to you." ”

"Well, even if I sacrifice myself, I will send you out, you have my promise." Luther continued to laugh, and sent Song Yingsheng out of the small dark room.

Of course, his expression immediately changed, and he became the character who hated the guerrillas, scolding and scolding, and threw Song Yingsheng back into the room.

There, Song Yingsheng saw the fat man again, the two didn't say anything, just looked at each other and smiled, they had a tacit understanding with each other, so naturally there was no need to communicate too much, Song Yingsheng just nodded and said to him simply: "Thank you." ”

"No thanks, you survive, that's the greatest gratitude to me." Jack responded sincerely.

In this way, Song Yingsheng successfully connected with the guerrillas, and after a few days, he finally saw the arrival of that day on the Ping An Sutra, and he was ready to set off.

517 plot coins, he didn't spend too much, just spent 200 plot coins, which increased his lung capacity, and now his ability to hold his breath has changed from lv.1 to lv.2.

If you don't understand it very well, it's probably that his breath-holding time has changed from the initial 45 seconds to 90 seconds, and then to 130 seconds, and the higher it goes, the more plot coins are needed, but the increase is not so big, such as upgrading to lv3--

It takes 500 plot coins, but the breath-holding time only becomes 165 seconds, so Song Yingsheng thought that he would upgrade to lv4 at most, and he didn't plan to upgrade that much.

And the reason why he did this was just that he was afraid that he would be in the box and shut himself up, don't laugh, it's not impossible, as a person who is planning ahead, if it weren't for his lack of money, he would definitely be upgraded to another level, in order to avoid this situation, which unfortunately happened.

As for other items, there was nothing to buy, and Song Yingsheng was also ready, and then he was arrested by Luther and taken to the small black house.

Luther pointed to the box next to him, only to see that there were some letters inside, Song Yingsheng also obeyed his instructions and hid in, and then waited for a long time, until he felt that the box he was in was carried on the trolley, and he began to move.

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Luther was right, he was indeed in charge of the delivery all the time, watching the rollers roll and roll, and at the same time, there were a few workers in charge of the delivery, but they were only in charge of the carts, and they didn't seem to notice that the letters were a little heavier than usual--

Or, even if they were aware of it, they wouldn't say anything, and who would want to meddle in their own business.

Thinking the same way, there are also those jailers, when they saw Luther's arrival, they all recognized him as the one from the special forces, so they didn't check it, and directly let him go, and Song Yingsheng and they passed through one pass after another.

Luther's heart couldn't help but sigh a few times, as long as he reached the exit, his task would be completed.

I'm sure I'm going to face an investigation next, but as long as I'm hiding well enough, it's always fine...... He thought silently, and followed the cart to the exit of the prison.

But at this moment, he saw a scene he didn't want to see, and the smile on his face suddenly turned cold, because in front of him, there were two special forces members, as well as their commander, His Excellency Liszt.

He didn't know why they were here, so he could only try to get through the trick and see if he could not check it, but the chief just shook his head and said to Luther: "It's not that I don't believe you, Luther, it's just that according to the custom, we still have to check it, and I believe it won't bother you for a long time." ”

Luther could only grit his teeth and nod his head, but his right hand secretly took out a knife from his pocket and aimed it at the chief.

Perhaps, they have lived together for a long time, but, under the righteousness of the guerrillas, he had to do something, so after a breath, without hesitation, he took advantage of the moment when the commander and others turned their backs on him, and stabbed the commander in the back--

Then, he pulled out his pistol from his waist, and two gunshots rang out, and the two special forces members fell to the ground instantly, leaving only the workers who were pushing the carts.

When they saw this scene, they shouted in panic, knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, asking Luther not to kill them, and Luther hesitated for a moment, because he still remembered that he joined the guerrillas so that the civilians could live, so in the end, he did not kill them, but just released Song Yingsheng.

"There was still an accident." Luther smiled and sighed, listening to the alarm bell ringing in the prison, "But it's okay, we're already at the door, I'll take you out." ”

He pointed in the direction, and Song Yingsheng nodded and followed.

But at this moment, Song Yingsheng suddenly saw that Luther in front of him was inexplicably hit by a bullet and fell directly to the ground.

The bullet hit the temple area, and Luther didn't even say a word, so he couldn't hide his regret and died without closing his eyes.

Song Yingsheng still remembers that he was still smiling like that a second ago, why did he suddenly have such a situation?

This made him not hesitate, immediately cut out the rifle, aimed at the back, only to find that the bullet just shot was actually the commander who was stabbed in the back by Luther before!

The chief took out a towel from his pocket, wiped his pistol, and was not afraid that Song Yingsheng would aim at him, so he smiled like this: "Finally killed a traitor, and he didn't check it, did I die or not?" ”

Speaking of this, he uncovered his special forces clothes, only to see a small piece of armor underneath, and behind it was something soft, and some red blood--

So when Luther pierced it, felt the touch, and saw the blood, he thought he had killed the chief, but in fact, it was all just the commander's calculation.

It can only be said that the chief is still too yin, Lu De has followed the chief for so many years, but he still doesn't know this, Song Yingsheng can only sigh, mourn for him for a while, and then prepare to shoot directly.

He didn't have the interest to talk to the chief, as the old saying goes, the villain dies by talking too much, although he is not a villain, but the truth is the same, so naturally he will shoot immediately at that moment.

But when he fired the bullet, he found that the commander was still wiping his pistol slowly, as if he didn't care.

Song Yingsheng's heart was a little turbulent.