() "Tick, tick ......" After entering May, not only did the temperature in London not rise much, but the rain continued one after another. The temperature does not exceed 17 degrees Celsius during the day and does not fall below 7 degrees Celsius at night, in short, it is a little colder.

Of course, although it was cold, he still had to go to work, and after returning from Romania, although I didn't force it, Aaron still threw the footage captured by the camera that came with his exoskeleton armor to a group of old men on the committee.

Then the video was sent from the night watchman to the Church of the Cross, and it is said that the 89-year-old pope burst into tears when he saw the angel appear, and even jumped on the organ of Hagia Sophia and improvised a song to express his inner joy.

Then the video will be kept by the church for collection, and Aaron also unexpectedly got a royalty, and the church said that it would buy it exclusively, and you can make a bid.

So Aaron casually mentioned a million, which made the people in the church unhappy, what, the video of the angel coming is a million? Who do you look down on, and can't the church afford it?

Looking at the posture of the four or five cardinals, Aaron said, how much can you say!

So the wealthy church gave Aaron a sum of five million plus a trust fund of fifty million, and the beneficiary Aaron filled in Hattie and the children, anyway, no matter how they spend their money now, with that trust fund, the beneficiary can get millions of dividends every year, at least he doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking.

In addition, Aaron has another income, Selene once found him, and threw a batch of Victor's bonds, trust funds or something to him, although it is said that there will be no gold and silver mountains in the future, but Aaron can already eat and wait for death for a lifetime, and his wish has been fulfilled! Therefore, he can now make tea in the glass greenhouse at home, hug his wife, step on the dog, and watch movies comfortably.

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Under the same heavy rain, some people are enjoying life, but some people are enduring humiliation and stealing their lives.

For example, Makarov, Zakhayev's closest assistant, is now hiding like a wild dog in Cairo, Egypt.

In the dimly lit room, dripping raindrops seeped from the roof and fell to the ground, and the concrete floor had become potholes and moss in some places.

Dressed in a turban and dressed as an Arab, Makarov curled up in a blanket on a tattered marching bed in the corner, his eyes glazed over.

In order to revive the career of his big brother Zakayev, Makarov chose to scatter his property and traveled thousands of miles to Africa, just to pull up another team to come out, but the situation is frequent, because of the blacklist of Interpol, Makarov can only choose to smuggle over, but the snakehead is not strong, or the snakehead is too strong, they just smuggled into Egypt by the Egyptian army patrolling the border to find traces, the snakehead who does not want to be caught grabbed the weapon and the army is inseparable, and a group of smugglers are scattered, Makarov wanted to run to the head of the smuggler to get his identity or something, but the Egyptian army's armored car drove over, and Makarov was blown up and fell to the ground, becoming a captured prisoner.

After being caught, Makarov thought that he would be interrogated, tortured, found out his true identity, and then arrested and shot by NATO, but what he didn't expect was that these smugglers were directly caught in jeeps and sent to mines in the desert to dig for diamonds.

"You don't need a name, you don't need an identity, you just need to dig a mine here for a lifetime, and finally rot and die here!" The bearded prison guard said to them.

So Makarov tasted what it means to be despairing, he was thrown in the middle of a pile of nigo, he could not speak the language, he was whipped up every morning at dawn, and then he was driven into the dark mines, where he worked all day under the scolding of the foreman, until the moon hung high in the sky, and then he could return to his cell to rest.

As for food, each person has only an elbow-sized piece of brown bread every day, plus a spoonful of broth stew, which has no oil visible at all, and three spoonfuls of rice and a piece of oily luncheon meat, which is only a few dozen grams.

These foods seem to be barely sustainable, right, but the bread is fast moldy or has begun to mold, the stewed vegetables are rotten vegetables, and the type in it depends on the chef's mood, maybe it is cabbage today, then it will become lettuce tomorrow, and those rice, which have shells in it, are still old rice, and there will be small pebbles when eating, and the slightest carelessness will break people's big teeth.

At first, Makarov refused to eat this kind of food, and then his meal was licked clean by Nigo, and after a few days of hunger, Makarov ate it very sweet, and even dared to ask the jailer for a spoonful of soup to soak the rice bowl. As for the prison escape, the whole mine has no fence power grid, it looks great, great, right, but outside the mine is a big desert, there is no compass and map, and there is no drinking water for the prisoners to run out will become a handful of dry bones in less than three days, the only way to escape is to take a truck that comes once in a while, but at that time, all the prisoners will stay in the cell, and getting out is a dead end, how to escape?

And today coincided with a rare rain in the sky, and the prison guards, who didn't want to go out to get drenched in the rain, didn't let these guys work.

After a while in bed, it was time for dinner, perhaps because it was raining, so the soup in the rice bowl for each prisoner was full, Makarov carefully carried the bowl of soup with a few vegetable leaves and a little shredded meat floating in front of the bed, looked left and right, and took out a small bag from his arms, which contained a little salt that he and the prisoner had exchanged.

He broke up the black bread and threw it into a bowl, then sprinkled a pinch of salt, smelled it, and then stuffed it directly into his mouth, leaving tears of emotion as he ate.

When the meal was over, there was another commotion outside the prison, and Makarov leaned over the railing to look around, and found another group of prisoners, but to his surprise, there were a few white prisoners in this group, although they didn't seem to be very easy to communicate, but at least they should be able to talk to themselves.

As long as he can communicate, then he is sure to convince the other party to start a riot together, overthrow the entire camp, and then freedom will come.

Makarov swore that if he escaped, he would go on a killing spree in Cairo and let these stupid Egyptian bastards know how good they were!