Before seeing the real thing, Barton, the prison guard in front of him, couldn't give much support, and Dean also needed to test the energy of this temporary partner in the prison.

Thereupon.

Faced with Barton's inquiry.

Dean said casually: "I need a relatively quiet space, and the other is the raw materials, the tools for purification..."

"Stop!"

Faced with a bunch of incomprehensible words, Barton raised his hand with a headache and said unceremoniously: "Man, you don't think that this prison is opened by my family, I can only arrange a confinement room for you first to ensure your safety, and then you give me a list, I need to see the sample first, and then deepen the cooperation with you!" ”

This guy is half-illiterate, but after so many years in a chaotic prison, his brain is very flexible.

Barton knew very well that if the thin guy in front of him said something true, then he would definitely not be able to eat it alone, and it would be more suitable to hold a sample and find a suitable thigh as a bargaining chip to turn over.

This will also prevent you from being pitted by Dean.

Dean shrugged indifferently: "No problem, hurry up, prepare some food by the way, I'm hungry and weak right now." ”

"Got it!"

...

Under the arrangement of the old fritter Barton.

Dean was taken by him to a small room of about four or five square meters, where a person could lie down, and the head of the bed was the toilet.

Barton dropped the pen and paper: "The environment is not very good, but it can ensure your safety, and I will bring you food before leaving work, and I hope to see your list when the time comes." ”

"No problem!"

Dean glanced around his surroundings and began to write down what he needed as he lay down on the foul-smelling bed.

Wait until Barton leaves.

The door to the confinement chamber was closed, and only a faint glow fell from the skylight overhead.

Dean also dropped the pen in his hand.

This kind of environment.

If a normal person stays for a few days, he will have psychological problems!

However, Dean had been in a harsh environment in his previous life, so he did not feel the slightest discomfort psychologically, except for physical discomfort.

He sat on the cold and wet bed, pondering.

Barton didn't seem to introduce himself, but according to his choices and arrangements, he had already leaked his situation to Dean.

First of all, there are definitely good single rooms in a prison like this with lazy guards, which are provided to those gang leaders, drug lords, and other rich people, so as to avoid the unhappiness of the other party and cause some unnecessary conflicts, and also generate income for the prison people.

Patton placed him in such a confinement that normal prisoners did not want to come.

This shows that the other party does not have the dominance he showed in this prison system, at most he is an old fritter, well-informed, and can slightly affect the prison guards around him.

Dean even doubted.

Barton specially arranged for himself to be in this confinement cell, and he also had to find an excuse to spend money to buy his fellow prison guards by the way, so as to prevent the other party from going out to gossip or arouse suspicion.

"The Anti-Narcotics Department is undoubtedly trying to kill me, and to put the body of my friend in the house to avoid mistakes.

So they arranged their body into the special cell where the fat man was before.

Patton's shelter, once discovered, is estimated to not last long.

I need to get things out as soon as possible, and then let this Barton attract enough people or forces to shelter me!

Time is running out for me! ”

Sort these out.

Dean took a puff of the foul-smelling, moist air, grabbed the pen back on the bed, and began to write and draw on the paper.

It may be because of the strong mental attributes.

The memories provided by the body seemed to be separated by a veil, but Dean was now comfortable writing and translating Mexican characters.

Just to be on the safe side, though.

He also annotated each chemical item in English, and mixed some of the materials used to make explosives into the list.

The first thing Barton brought in was certainly not much.

Dean wasn't sure if the guy would be able to cover himself.

So he needs to prepare something for himself to protect himself.

...

The time quickly came to evening.

Barton greeted some of his colleagues who were pushing the cart familiarly.

Someone saw him carrying a lunch box and quipped, "Greedy Barton, it looks like you've met a fat sheep again." ”

Patton's eyes flashed with unhappiness, but a hearty smile appeared on his face: "Yes, the other party has a little oil and water, and when the holiday comes, I will invite the guys to the strip club for a drink!" ”

This eased some jealous glances a lot.

In fact, Barton had already cursed in his heart.

I must be crazy, I would cooperate with a small character who was beaten and destined to die, and spent my own money for this, pretending to want to squeeze the place dry and avoid the attention of my colleagues.

But this is again an indispensable procedure to avoid suspicion.

If that guy named Dean deceives himself, then he will lose a lot this time!

With apprehension.

Barton exchanged pleasantries with his colleagues in the lock-up room and knocked on the door of Dean's cell.

There was a sound of iron plate grinding and grinding.

The lower part of the gate reveals a small square hole the size of two palms of a normal person.

Barton shoved the food he had brought in and exclaimed, "This is the food you want, man, as I said, if your family is willing to pay more, you don't need to live in a place where this kind of animal wouldn't want to live!" ”

Inside the confinement room, Dean smiled.

Barton's reaction was the same as he had guessed.

This guy is also betting that he didn't lie to him.

That's nice.

The more you invest.

Faced with sunk costs, Barton will do more and more to help himself.

Dean took the bag of food that came in and shoved the written paper into Barton's palm.

Barton glanced down and saw the dense text on it, and while he was relieved, he couldn't help but have a headache.

Let's not talk about so many things that I can't understand the name, whether I can get it, and how to reasonably send it to the confinement room where Dean is after getting it, and at the same time not arouse the suspicion of my colleagues.

Just during the preparation of supplies.

Raising this guy Dean costs a lot of money.

"If I finally find out that you are lying to me, I must get you to the dog house and earn some back!"

Barton thought viciously in his heart, and went to his colleague who was guarding the confinement room, muttering a few words, saying that he was going to force Dean who had just been sent in two days, and the two would change shifts at that time.

After getting the share hint.

The colleague readily agreed, and said that he would look at Dean before he got it, lest the money not arrive, and the person would be gone.

Get a colleague.

Barton got off work in a hurry, under the pretext that there was something at home, opened a prison pass, and hurried to someone to buy the supplies on the note.

...

Two days later.

Just when Dean was worried about the time limit of his mission, Barton finally returned.

"How did you get this big stuff in?"

Dean looked at Barton, opened the door of the confinement room directly, pushed a cart of things, and delivered them to him, still a little surprised, and even wondered if he had knocked on Barton.

The surprise on Dean's face.

Barton smirked: "Tonight, I am the only guard here, and under normal circumstances, the patrol team will not come to a place like the confinement room, so you have a whole night of work now to figure out what you said!" ”

"In the guardhouse?"

"It's in the guardhouse!"

Barton smiled and turned vicious: "Do you know how many dollars these damn things cost me?" Those bastards only take American knives, and if I hadn't let my son steal a batch of chemical tools from their school, I would have gone bankrupt! ”

"But these things are actually worthless!"

Dean was speechless.

The most expensive of these materials are actually the ingredients he added to make explosives.

"But that doesn't affect that I'm actually a poor ghost!" , Barton twisted his neck: "Hurry up, I'm going to watch you personally use all the things I bought to make a potion that will change our fate!" ”

Although this is not in line with my prediction.

Dean could only choose to stabilize Barton first.

and so on.

When the time comes, it's up to him!

At least until the recipe is out of your hands.

...

The aphrodisiac formula that Little Mike inadvertently came up with has no name.

After Dean got it, he taught himself about chemistry and tried to configure it, so this time the configuration was a breeze.

Wear a gas mask.

Dean familiarly blended it.

Although Barton couldn't understand it, looking at Dean's stable appearance and smooth operation, his originally anxious heart gradually settled down.

Time passes.

Accompanied by some chemical reactions.

The guardhouse, which was originally leaking everywhere, was filled with a pungent and disgusting smell.

Patton only prepared a gas mask, and could only walk out of the guard room with a curse, and went outside to smoke, by the way, to prevent a colleague from approaching, exposing all this.

Dean took this opportunity to speed up and mixed several materials that had been purified in advance into the test tube, and finally obtained about 100ml of orange liquid.

This thing is actually some flammable chemical liquid, after being smashed out, the upper and lower layers will come into contact, which will cause explosion and combustion.

However, before it is processed, it is very unstable and inconvenient to carry around.

But that didn't bother Dean.

He immediately added some gels and other materials to the test tube and set them aside.

After Dean successfully extracted the aphrodisiac, the chemical bomb in the test tube also became a mass of latex-like substance, which is commonly known as a plastic bomb.

This thing is not very powerful, but it is easy to carry, concealed, and suitable for self-protection and directional blasting.

Dean put his things away carefully, glanced outside, and saw Barton covering his nose, squatting on the ground, smoking a cigarette depressedly, and simply continued to mix the deodorizing spray.

Instead of removing the smell of the body, the deodorizing spray interferes with the smell of the body and prevents animals such as police dogs from tracking.

This is also the back hand that Dean has prepared for himself.

In case the situation changes.

For the sake of the mission, he can only choose to break from prison.

...

Time passes.

At Barton's feet, unconsciously, there were already cigarette butts on the ground.

He took out his phone and looked at the time.

It's already past three o'clock in the morning, and five o'clock is the shift time.

He needed to get rid of the things in the guardhouse before he did.

Thereupon.

Barton couldn't help it, got up and was about to ask Dean about the progress of the configuration, but when he turned his head, he saw Dean, holding two small test tubes, just out of the guard room.

"Okay?"

"It's going well, this is what I call a vault!" , Dean put the test tube with the brown liquid in his hand in front of Barton: "I call it burning blood, as long as it is a mammal, after drinking it, the blood will swell and stimulate the piling instinct!" ”

Look at the unsightly thing in front of you.

Barton subconsciously held his breath and carefully took the thing.

See the confidence on Dean's face.

This moment.

He knew he was right!

Just to be on the safe side.

He still needs to get this thing and test it first!

"I'll give it a try, and until then, man, you'll need to stay in the confinement cell!"

"Okay, I hope to see you again, Barton you're here to take me out of this foul-smelling prison!"

...

Re-imprison Dean.

Barton hurriedly sorted out the scene, and then, after the shift was handed over, he went to the place where the patrol team kept the police dogs.

"Barton, what are you doing here?"

The prison guard, who was about to feed him, looked at Barton strangely.

Barton yawned: "Groh, my son is about to have a birthday, is there a little bitch to give birth here, I want to send a puppy to my son!" ”

The prison guard named Gero rolled his eyes: "It's not yet their estrus period, you can go to the pet store to see, they will use drugs to induce pets to come into heat, regardless of the season." ”

"Oh~ it's not cheap there..."

"Yes, but I heard that you have been eyeing a fat sheep recently, and it shouldn't be short of this money..."

Between words.

Taking advantage of his colleague's lack of attention, Barton poured the brown liquid in a test tube, which Dean had concocted, into the feeding soup bucket in front of Gro, and then left pretending to be disappointed.

】

After leaving the kennel.

Barton pretended to smoke and leaned against the exterior wall, nervously waiting for the reaction inside.

He didn't lie to Dean.

Although in prison, there is no shortage of oil and water, but most of it is used by Barton to honor his supervisor and maintain the relationship between colleagues, and the rest is used to support his family.

But unfortunately.

His wife, addicted to painkillers.

So he did have a very poor life.

This is also the reason why although it feels unreliable, Barton still took out his small savings and chose to take a chance after being a little sure that Dean was not fooling him.

Just as Barton waited anxiously.

Kennels.

Some of the first dogs to eat the food began to react.

They began to scream, their eyes bloodshot, their whimpering, their mouths drooling, and they pounded the iron cage in pain, and at the same time, there were no neutered police dogs, and a small piece of pink was uncontrollably exposed.

Outside the door, Barton smiled heartily at the exclamation of the feeder Gro.

Bet right!