"Recently, there have been more people near the wall!"

Listening to the words in her ears, disguised as sorrowful, Feng Xue flipped through the dictionary as if she had not heard it, and muttered in the same language in a low voice:

"How's the jailer's attitude?"

He spoke very slowly, and repeated the same sentence several times in a row, until the same howl came from the cage next door, and he stopped.

"The jailer is just driving away, but it's useless!"

Another miserable howl came, Feng Xue immediately understood the situation, so while pretending to flip the book, he opened his mouth and said in a different language:

"The opportunity is almost here, everyone get ready, as soon as tonight, and the day after tomorrow at the latest."

With the same meaning, Feng Xue changed more than 20 languages in a row, and each time it was very slow for an hour, and the repeater next door accurately conveyed every sentence.

In fact, Feng Xue didn't connect all the nothingness in this prison, because all he could say was the language he had heard and seen, in other words, if any Wuwu didn't make a sound after coming in, then he couldn't communicate with the other party.

But this is obviously a rare case, and it doesn't matter if you don't participate.

As for what to do when these unprepared people break out of prison?

It's still the same sentence, and everyone is not familiar with it.

In fact, what Feng Xue did at this time was far more than using the microphone next door to communicate with the prison inside, although he seemed to be sitting on the bed board with his knees crossed, in fact, one of his legs was passing through the bed board, constantly moving in the area covered by the shadow of the bed board.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been training as an Assassin according to the tutorial provided by the tag after getting the [Assassin] tag, it would have been impossible for him to exert such flexibility.

As for the shackles......

He had already cut it off, and the towels seemed to be meant to keep the ankles from wearing, but before he knew it, they had become ropes that connected the broken shackles.

This is also the reason why he has been very elegant lately, whether he is getting up, getting off the ground or picking up food, not because he is creating an elegant persona, but because he is afraid that the movement will be too big and the shackles will collapse.

It is also a shame that the clothes were before the shackles, otherwise he would not only be wearing prison shoes now, but he would not even dare to change his pants.

Estimating that the time was almost up, he slowly pretended to adjust his body after sitting for a long time, slowly pulled his legs out of the hole in the bed board, and then placed a round board pressed under him on it, and blocked the hole tightly.

Although the cutting of this board is not Zhouzheng, it is roughly the shape of a round table, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, but I don't worry about falling down.

After returning the bed board to "completeness", Feng Xue curled up her left leg again, and from the tip of her toe, she took down the items that allowed her to modify the plan-

Name: Phantom Shawshank's spoon

Elements: [Prison], [Cutlery], [Digging], [Hidden], [Sharp], [Durable], [Item]

Introduction: A spoon that looks ordinary, in the prison environment, holding this object can passively perceive the environmental conditions within 100 meters of its own circle, in the excavation for the purpose of "prison escape", this object has unparalleled sharpness and durability, and the results of its excavation will have a concealment effect, and it is difficult to be detected by conventional means before escaping.

Notes: Is there a possibility that the person who escaped from prison was named Andy and that the tool used to dig the hole was a hammer?

……

Late at night, Jeston, who had finally sent away his second brother who had come to the door again, finally returned to the bedroom, lying on the head of the bed a little tired, thinking about the next choice.

Of course he knew that there were a lot of bugs in the prison, but he also knew very well that even if this batch was dealt with, there would still be new bugs coming in.

After all, he opened a prison, and some methods stuffed people here.

"Do you want to hand over Han Meimei to the old man?" Jaston bit his nails, a little reluctant to think, although he also understood that after handing it over to his father, he would definitely get a considerable amount of compensation, although there was no negotiation on issues such as inheritance, but money and the like were absolutely indispensable.

But Jaston was still not reconciled.

It's just that, with his mind, he really can't think of how to keep his precious money printing machine under the gaze of this group of hyenas - in fact, in terms of strength, he is a lone hyena, and it is a group of lions that are eyeing his property.

Maybe it was because thinking too much brainpower, and after a while, Jaston felt sleepy, but at the moment when his eyelids finally closed, a piercing popping sound suddenly exploded in his ears with a strong sense of concussion!

"Boom!"

Feeling that even the room was trembling slightly, Jeston jumped up from the bed suddenly, instinctively grabbed the pistol placed under the pillow, and within ten seconds, three bodyguards with loaded guns rushed in and surrounded him to protect him, and he had the kung fu to pick up his mobile phone and dial the call:

"Boss?" A mixture of noise and banging sounds came from the receiver of the mobile phone, and Jeston did not hesitate, and immediately said:

"What's going on?"

"Boss, the prisoners of the North Third District have escaped from prison!"

"Prison break?" When Jaston heard this, he slammed his spirit, but after realizing the North Third District, he relaxed a little and hurriedly said:

"What about the East 2nd District?"

"There's no problem yet, but something is wrong with this wall! They're afraid they didn't hide the explosives in the eyes of [Beep-]! What do those guys in charge of medical exams do! Boss, you should get a bunch of gay guys for a medical check-up! The voice on the other side was a little annoyed, but Jayston was impatient:

"I don't care how they escaped from prison, and I don't care if they can escape, in short, I want you to be optimistic about the East 2nd District, it doesn't matter if the rest of the place is dead or running, but if something goes wrong in the East 2nd District, I'll put the bomb into your [beep-] eyes first, and then send a few gay guys to give you a physical examination!"

After Jeston finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone, and then dialed again:

"Hey, boss, what's the matter with me so late?"

A lazy and rough male voice came out of the earpiece, and Jeston didn't have any kung fu nonsense, and said directly:

"Kalomi, there's someone escaping from the prison."

"Boss, you mean to let me bring someone back to support?" The voice on the other end of the line immediately lifted his spirits, and Jeston could almost imagine the other man bouncing off the bed.

But Jeston said seriously:

"No, I mean, you're looking at that door!"

"Oh?" Kalomi's eyes lit up and he realized something, and Jayston's explanation followed:

"I suspect that someone is doing ghosts, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to beat those treasures next, it's enough to have Jones on the prison side, but in case of an accident, I'll just let the people go, and they will definitely go back to that door when the time comes, and you will be responsible for stopping people for me at that time!" Especially Han Meimei, the black-haired yellow man who stuffed things into the box in the video you sent, must be caught alive, understand?! ”