One-Eyed Prison Break?!

Lawrence's brow furrowed even tighter, which was really unexpected, the patrol's dungeon was not impregnable, but it was not enough to allow a wounded and unarmed man to escape.

Lawrence, the patrol's dungeon, visited several times, and it was originally where the Genoese held prisoners, and each cell was extremely fortified. The iron gate was half a foot thick, and not even a cat could get out of the gap between the iron fences.

"What's going on?" Lawrence didn't panic and had to keep a cool head to face whatever had happened.

"I don't know."

Old Sean lowered his head in shame, Lawrence left him in charge of the affairs of the team when he left, and he didn't expect such a big mistake under his own hands.

"All I know is that One-Eye somehow broke out of the cell, killed one of the guards on duty in the dungeon with his bare hands, grabbed the key to the cell and released the other prisoners with him, and then they all rushed out of the station."

Old Sean whispered, peeking uneasily at Lawrence's face. Even when he was just knocked to the ground by the two guards, he was not so nervous.

Although Lawrence and the soldiers in the patrol are all brothers, the elder Shaun has not forgotten that when Lawrence came to the patrol on his first day, he mercilessly drew his knife and pointed it at his group.

No one knows what Lawrence will do with Shaun Sr. after such a serious accident.

"Other prisoners? All let out? Lawrence asked, even he couldn't accept the consequences of dozens of prisoners in the dungeon escaping together.

"No, no, One-Eyed is probably afraid of our retaliation, so he only let go of his men, less than ten people."

Old Sean hurriedly waved his hand and explained that if that was the case, he wouldn't dare to come to see Lawrence tonight, and he would have already packed up his money to buy a ticket and ran abroad.

Will One-Eyed be afraid of the patrol's retribution? Lawrence shook his head slightly, and in his heart vetoed the words of old Sean.

A man as brutal as One-Eye, who licks blood with the tip of a knife, probably hated Lawrence for a long time, and if he planned his escape alone, he would have released all the prisoners together to take revenge on himself.

In Lawrence's view, this escape from prison, both the timing and the object, were too coincidental, and it was definitely not something that could be done by a simple-minded reckless man like One-Eye.

Ciro Russell...

The name popped into Lawrence's mind, and from the point of view of motivation and logic, Lawrence did not believe that this escape was not the handiwork of this bastard hiding in the shadows.

Hurrying back to the station with Shaun Sr., Lawrence first went to the dungeon to check the traces of the scene.

He was followed by old Sean and a shivering patrolman who was supposed to be on duty in the dungeon with the guard who had been killed by One-Eye, but who had left his post to hang out in the tavern, and was now completely drunk, and was waiting in horror for Lawrence's disposal.

Everything was normal in the cell where One-Eye was staying, the locks on the iron doors had not been broken, and there were no signs of violent impact on the iron fences. The patrol also brought food to the prisoners through a small trapstone door next to the iron door, and would not rush into the cell.

"That is, One-Eye opened the door from the inside and killed the guards on duty." Lawrence silently analyzed, judging from the traces at the scene, there should be no mistakes.

With one-eyed's physique and combat experience, it would be easy to kill an unsuspecting patrolman, even if he was wounded.

It's just that where did One-Eye get the cell key?

Lawrence touched his chin, turned his head suddenly, and asked the negligent patrolman:

"What's your name?"

"Big... My name is Ya'an, my lord. Ya'an replied in a trembling voice, this young man who looked to be only in his twenties, and the cold sweat that broke out was already completely wet on his back.

"How are the keys to the cells kept?" Lawrence continued to ask, and although there was no emotion in his tone, there was a faint sense of non-anger and self-authority.

Ya'an trembled and didn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

Seeing this, Old Sean interjected directly: "The key to each cell is different, there are two strings of keychains, and the two guards on duty have one string each. ”

Lawrence nodded, looked at Yaan, and asked, "Is your string still there?" ”

"In, in! Of course, I'm not going to lose this. Yaan hurriedly said, took out a large string of rattling keychains from his waist, and handed it to Lawrence.

Instead of reaching for it, Lawrence continued to ask, "How many are there?" ”

Ya'an was stunned for a moment and said, "There are a hundred cells here, of course a hundred keys. ”

Lawrence closed his eyes, sighed, and asked impatiently:

"I'm asking you how many there are."

Seeing that Ya'an was still stunned, old Sean hurriedly slapped Ya'an on the back of the head and scolded:

"Pigs! You can't count how many! ”

Ya'an reacted at this time, and hurriedly looked at Lawrence to apologize, raised the keychain in his hand to his chest, and counted them one by one:

"Ah, yes, yes, I'll count, one, two, three..."

......

"Ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine... How could it be! Ya'an's face was full of disbelief, this keychain was always hanging on his waist, how could he be missing one out of thin air.

And judging from the current situation, what is missing is the one-eyed cell.

"Sure enough..."Lawrence slowly opened his eyes, knowing that things were not so simple, and continued to ask:

"Why did you go to the tavern to drink, who invited you to go, and who you went to drink with."

After hearing this, Ya'an's eyes wandered for a moment, and he seemed to be a little ashamed to speak, and struggled for a while before saying:

"A girl, I love her so much, but we have been tepid before, and today she suddenly invited me to drink..."

When Old Sean heard this, he was angry, and slapped Ya'an on the back of the head again, and scolded bitterly:

"Okay, you brute who can't control your lower body, a woman will hook your soul away with a few words! What a disaster you've caused! ”

Lawrence smiled slightly, waved his hand to stop old Sean, and joked:

"Okay, old Sean, if you're forty years younger, it's probably not much better."

Old Sean scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, and the tense atmosphere in the dungeon finally eased a little.

Yaan looked up gratefully and stole a glance at Lawrence, thinking that the kind-hearted adult was not prepared to hold himself accountable. However, Lawrence's next sentence made Ya'an fall into an ice cave:

"Old Sean, now bring someone and bring that girl here. Yaan, you go and lead the way. ”

"Wait, Lord Bonaparte! She's a good girl, she won't steal it! ”

Yaan waved his hands excitedly, trying to persuade Lawrence, but Lawrence just calmly waved his hand to signal Old Sean to set off immediately, and said:

"It's up to me to decide whether it's good or not."

Old Sean hated the iron and dragged Ya'an, who was stunned in place, and said angrily:

"Boy, your mistake caused a patrolman brother to die, and for that alone Master Bonaparte could have shot you right now! But you still want to save face in front of women? ”

Seeing that Ya'an was still lost and almost dragged out of the dungeon by old Sean, Lawrence couldn't help but sigh.

"If you're guessing correctly, this kid is going to take a blow."

Lawrence thought.