After half a month of recuperation in the cell, Makarov was able to get out of bed and walk around, and the warden did not expect this guy to survive at first, but he did persevere, although for half a month, he wanted to commit suicide, but the prison did not have any conditions for him to do so.

And because he has established a good image in the hearts of the Black Silk, Makarov will be helped by someone even when he pees, of course, he himself refuses.

The warden also expressed his condolences to Makarov and said that he could compensate him a little, but when Makarov asked if he could let him out, the warden's ugly face was exposed.

"Ten million dollars, Mr. Makarov, I know you are Russian, but business is business, and ten million copies cannot be missing!"

"Can I make a call? I promise to give you 10 million! Makarov swears.

"No, we suspect you might be tip-off!" The warden shook his head.

"But I can't give you $10 million without calling!" Makarov exasperated.

"Give us $10 million and you can call!" The prison warden is also very angry, this Russian can't understand human speech, right?

"I'll call to give you 10 million!" Makarov's head was about to blow up, and he slammed his fist on the table and roared at the warden.

"No 10 million can't be fought!" The warden slapped his ivory 911 directly on the table.

So the two suddenly entered a stalemate, everyone was not worried about the other, Makarov could only give up his fantasies, he was determined to use his hands to achieve his dreams.

Of course, before he can achieve his dream, he has to deal with a few mongrels first, that is, those Indians.

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"Which milk powder is better?"

"What diapers do you need when your child comes out?"

"Do you want to buy a stroller with bulletproof function!"

"Where should I report to the kindergarten with my children?"

This series of questions has become an urgent choice for Aaron at this moment than the destruction of the world, although Hattie's belly is only slightly bulging at this time, and there are still more than 7 months before the due date.

Even because he was worried that something would happen to Hattie, Aaron went to teach himself midwifery, and he had already taken measures to deal with various problems of pregnant women.

"Well, you don't look like an iron-blooded veteran at all!" Looking at Aaron, who was busy at home with an apron, Harty dissuaded with a smile.

"It's okay, anyway, I don't have anything to do during this time, the night watchman hardly has any big cases, I'm idle!" Aaron wrung out the rag, washed his hands, and went back to mopping the floor.

"Hey, Mr. Sherlock? It's me, Hatty, and I want to talk to you about Aaron! Watching Aaron run to work, Hattie picked up the phone.

"I'll tell you, Aaron looked exactly like I did then, when Mary was pregnant, and I was in a state of confusion all day!" In the taxi, Watson raised his finger and swore at Holmes.

"Like you? What did you do then? Holmes smiled and looked at Watson.

"You knowingly asked!" Watson glanced at Holmes angrily.

When Mary was just pregnant, Watson's private clinic had just been formalized, and between career, family, and good friends, Watson wavered for a while, but in the end Mary pushed him empathetically, and Watson chose to leave the career of a doctor, as well as the family, no, he didn't let go of the family, but he accompanied Sherlock Holmes during the day, and occasionally accompanied Mary at night to live in the world of two.

"Aaron just hasn't adapted to this period yet, we just need to keep him busy, let him get back to the bullets, and he'll accept it slowly!"

"Hopefully, but it's been a little too quiet lately, whether it's foreign terrorist activities or domestic, there's no news, I wonder if Moriarty died violently!" Sherlock Holmes rubbed his face, finally picked up the phone and called Aaron.

"Toot toot toot toot toot ............" Aaron was humming the grenadier march to bathe the dog when a call from Sherlock Holmes came in.

"Hey, Sherlock, what's the matter?"

"Are you home?"

"Yes, I'm here, I haven't been doing anything lately, so I didn't go to the office!"

"Okay, let's go to the door of the community right away, pack up our things and come down, there is a big case!"

"Oh, is it tricky?"

"Yes, it's tricky!"

"Okay, I'll come down right away!" Aaron slapped the dog on the buttocks, signaling it to quickly wash off the foam, and then he changed his clothes, and after sticking to his wife, he hurried out of the room.

"Okay, I'm here, what's the case?"

"Don't worry, let's go somewhere first!" Sherlock Holmes said mysteriously.

The three of them squeezed into a taxi, walked all the way through the streets, and finally stopped in front of a very hidden door.

"Here?" Aaron looked at the small wooden door and wondered.

"Yes, that's it!" Holmes nodded earnestly.

"Okay, I'll go first?"

"Let's go!"

Aaron took a deep breath and pushed open the small door, only to be greeted by a glass full of cold beer.

"What is this?" Aaron was puzzled.

"Drink! What else to say? Holmes took another cup, touched it with Aaron, and drank it down.

"That's all for today's task, drink! I pay! Watson pointed to the other people in the room, they had brought Aaron here for a drink today, which was opened by an old friend of Sherlock Holmes, and usually only accepted regular customers, the more secretive kind.

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"Kill him! Shoot him! Makarov was tugging at the collar of the Indian man in front of him, his right hand slapping him in the face, surrounded by a group of gloating blackfish, while the Indian's companions were kept out of the crowd by the other blackmen.

Another punch fell, and the Indian man spat out a mouthful of broken teeth and a few mouthfuls of blood, his eyes were full of pleading, but Makarov was unmoved, he dropped the Indian who was bleeding together from his nose and mouth, raised his big foot, and stepped on his head!

When the prison guards rushed to hear the news went underground, there were only the dead Indian and the fierce-looking Makarov.

"Arrest him and confine him up!" The warden looked at the mess and shouted loudly.

It's just that on the way to the confinement room, Makarov showed a happy smile, the plan is clear, the first step of escaping from prison is ready!