Evening.

The cafeteria was turned upside down, a pile of murder weapons, a bunch of non-compliant situations were turned out, and a bunch of suspected poisonous things were placed in front of Pope.

All the suspects were also searched, and nothing was found.

The Level 1 confinement in Block A had been going on for almost twenty-four hours, and the inmates' pleas for solitary confinement had been ignored, and the irritability, fear, and ensuing anger were almost breaking through the sky.

Therefore.

At this point, Pope has a difficult choice to make!

Do you want to lift the level 1 confinement before it gets dark and let the prisoners in Area A come out and let off steam?

If it is lifted, there is no guarantee that no prisoners will die on the playground.

If they are not lifted, the prisoners will definitely riot if they are locked up like this..... and there is a certain chance that there will still be prisoners who will be poisoned in the cell.

Both options were terrible, and it looked like there would be a prisoner going to die anyway.

It's just a matter of facts.

Lifting the confinement is better for him.

After all, he was about to retire to enjoy Qingfu, and in the last period of time, there was a riot in the prison, which was not very good for him.

Pop thought about it again and again, and in the end, although it was difficult to accept the possibility that the prisoner would die because of this, he gritted his teeth and chose to release the confinement.

Man.

Always think more about yourself.

Ward A jail.

"Let the wind go!" A prison guard shouted.

Immediately afterwards, Zizizi~~ The prison doors opened one after another, and one by one the irritable prisoners came out of the prison happily, shouting, and obediently lined up to go out.

Most of the prisoners are in a good state of mind, and the fear of death not so long ago has faded a lot...... Since you can't hide, let's go to the special thing!

Michael's melancholy and serious face was also a little happy.

Ding Ze is the same..... being trapped in such a small prison for so long, there is nothing else to do except sleep in a daze, it is really uncomfortable enough.

Soon.

The prisoners went to the playground and began to move freely.

Most of the prisoners immediately vented their energy.

Louis of the 'Department Store' did not do this, but without the slightest hesitation, beckoned his men to get the cigarettes and matches that Ding Ze wanted.

Westmoreland didn't vent anything, holding the tanuki cat and going straight to the pay phone booth to call to confirm his daughter's matter.

Michael walked straight to the stands, trying to get his hands on the long screw.

Ding Ze stayed in an unobstructed corner as usual, stretched his muscles, and enjoyed this short-term freedom with a harmless face.

A short moment later.

Berwick quietly walked over to the barbed wire fence closer to Abruci and whispered a greeting to Abrucchi.

Abruci got up and walked over, "Boss, what's the matter?" ”

"Your man told you to call," Berwick said as he walked away.

Abruci lifted his feet and moved towards the phone booth.

*******

The sun is setting.

Louis, who was really fast, looked at Ding Ze from a distance, hesitated, and ordered his subordinates, "Don't come with you." ”

After explaining, Louis walked to Ding Ze alone.

Ding Ze noticed, looked at Louis's expression, smiled slightly, didn't think that Louis was looking for trouble, so he waited quietly.

Louis came to Ding Ze's side, and because Ding Ze was sitting on the ground, he slipped down next to Ding Ze.

Without waiting for Ding Ze to say anything, Louis turned his head to look around, and made sure that no prison guards were staring at this side, so he took out cigarettes and matches from his pocket and stuffed them into the pocket of Ding Ze's shirt.

"Big brother, what you want," Louis whispered with some trepidation.

"Thank you," Ding Ze thanked with a smile.

"You're welcome, this is what I should have done, I'm sorry for what happened yesterday, I was stupid and didn't figure out the situation," Louis sincerely apologized.

"It's okay, it's all over, I'm not a grudge."

"That's good, that's good," Louis breathed a sigh of relief, and then, after a slight hesitation, felt the need to confirm, "Then, big brother, I'm fine......"

"How do I know this, this is a prison, maybe you will be stabbed by someone at any time, but I have a cigarette now, and I probably won't look for you until I finish smoking," Ding Ze naturally knew what Louis was asking.

Louis really relaxed this time and smiled, "Big brother, don't worry, you can say hello when you don't smoke, I don't have anything else, there is a lot of smoke, and you won't have a smoke." ”

"Then I'll thank you in advance, you're so kind."

"Big brother said it's funny, then big brother, you are busy first, I won't bother."

"Okay."

Louis is struggling where he came from and where he is going.

See this scene.

Ding Ze couldn't help but feel funny, followed, took out a cigarette, lit one, and smoked.

There were other prisoners smoking in the playground, and it was fine.

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A cigarette is smoked.

Westmoreland walked over and crouched down beside Ding Ze.

"Mr. Ding," said hello, and Westmoreland got straight to the point, "I just made a few phone calls to confirm what you told me yesterday. ”

Ding Ze smiled faintly, "Then?" ”

"I only need one million of that money for my daughter, and the rest will be yours, but I have one condition," Westmoreland said.

"Take you out?" Ding Ze guessed that it should be this.

That's true.

West Moreland was not too surprised, and simply nodded, "I haven't been able to spend much time with her in my life, and at this time, I want to spend more time with her." ”

"Have you ever thought that if you go out, you can spend less time with her," Ding Ze asked, "From the moment you go out, the FBI will chase you, and if you go to your daughter, it will probably only make things more troublesome." ”

Westmoreland nodded, "Of course I thought about it, but I'm sure I can get away with the FBI, at least for a few months." ”

Ding Ze took out a cigarette, handed one to Westmoreland, lit another one himself, thought about it, and didn't say that it was unrealistic, "And then, I was arrested, sent back here, and lost all my preferential treatment until I died of old age." ”

"I don't care," Westmoreland said categorically.

"Since you've said so, then, yes, I can take you out," Ding Ze replied in the affirmative, "However, I have a proposal for you to listen to." ”

"Mr. Ding, you say."

"You stay here honestly, after I go out, arrange for your daughter to be transferred to the hospital, transfer to Chicago, find a few more people to take care of her, take her to come and see you if she is fine, you run out to hide in Tibet, so that you will spend more time with her."

Westmoreland was really surprised this time, and his eyes widened a lot, "Mr. Ding, are you willing to help me arrange this kind of thing?" ”

"After you go out, don't you have to hide in Tibet, you can't arrange this kind of thing."

Ding Ze shook his head with a smile, "I don't need to hide or hide." ”

As he spoke, Ding Ze's eyes gestured to Abruzzi.

As soon as West Moreland saw it, he immediately understood, "Abruzzi promised you a new identity?" ”

"I haven't told him yet, but I think he'll help."

Westmoreland was stunned and speechless.

A few seconds passed.

"Mr. Ding, let me think about it...... How much time do I have left? Westmoreland asked.

"A few days, no hurry."

Words outlet.

Saw.

Michael's screw plan was interrupted by Bagwell, and he reluctantly left the stands.

Abruzzi, who had just finished the call, was heading straight for Michael.

Ding Ze didn't move, retracted his gaze, and turned to Westmoreland, "I saw that my roommate approached you yesterday and was very interested in you. ”

"It seems so."

"He's a genius, a real genius, he looked up a lot of information before he put himself in, and he was basically sure that you were DB Cooper, and he would look for you again."

"Arrange yourself in?" Westmoreland was puzzled, "What do you mean by that?" ”

"It's not important," Ding Ze smiled back, "The important thing is that the conversation between the two of us is limited to the two of us, understand?" ”

"Understood," Westmoreland replied.