"I'm your friend," Ding Ze said playfully, "Look, didn't I report you?" ”

The feeling of losing control is really terrible for Michael.

Michael raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, thought for two seconds, and then asked, "What do you want?" ”

"I owe it for the time being, I don't have anything I want now," Ding Ze smiled kindly, "Do you think it's okay?" ”

Michael didn't answer in the affirmative, "I can't guarantee the future." ”

"It's okay, I will get what I want," Ding Ze smiled, followed, and quipped, "Michael, don't be so sad, let's have a showdown, let's talk about it, this is a good thing, then you can make holes as much as you want, you should be happy, right?" ”

Showdown?

Damn.

'My cards have been turned over, what about yours?' Michael thought, irritated, "Then we are on the same ship from now on, and I need your help to get out." ”

"No problem, you say, what do you need, a long screw?" Ding Ze's playfulness was mobilized and asked with a smile.

“……”

This guy! How can you even know this????

Michael is going crazy.

Personality, or control, Michael, of course, couldn't admit it, "I'll tell you when I need your help." ”

As soon as the words came out, Michael turned around and continued to wash his clothes in silence, in fact, his heart was already turbulent, and his thoughts were flying.

Losing control means that the future is full of uncertainties!

Michael can't and won't take this risk and wants to figure out how to make amends.

Ding Ze didn't care, he had enough fun, he didn't say much, he moved his body, lay down, and slept a lot.

******

It's a new day.

The sun was shining and the weather was nice.

Not long after entering the playground, Westmoreland walked over and quietly reminded Ding Ze, "The battle between the blacks and whites is today, you be careful." ”

"Thank you."

Westmoreland walked away without mentioning his decision.

Ding Ze didn't care, he leisurely slipped to a familiar corner, sat on the grass, and passed the time.

The black-and-white battle will not take place in this playground, it will only take place in the prison cells of Area A.

The reason is simple, there are sentry posts high around the playground, and the prison guards on the ground are still holding guns, and as soon as the prisoners start fighting, they will shoot.

When the guns rang out, the battle had to end.

In such a little time, it is too boring to stab a few people to death.

He knew it, and so did the prison guards.

Therefore.

He expects that the raid on contraband will take place around lunchtime.

He planned to get himself another weapon in the afternoon, and then, when the battle began, he fished in troubled waters as fast as he could, and released as many prisoners as he could.

This means.......

Indiscriminate release!

This behavior ......

Can't think about it.

If you think too much, you will only embarrass yourself.

That's what Ding Ze did.

Think of a fart!

On the one hand, the prisoners here, almost all of them are evildoers, and they will be released when they are released, which is not a big problem.

On the other hand, in the future that he envisioned was not very clear, it was going to happen sooner or later...... After all, in the land of the United States, which can basically be said to be all evildoers, he has no intention of living an ordinary life at all.

'What comes is safe!' ’

'Think of a fart! ’

Ding Ze gritted his teeth and said.

So far.

The low-key plan after the first crossing has changed a few days later.

Life is like this, it is never fixed, it is always changing.

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While Ding Ze was in a daze while doing psychological construction for the next behavior.

Michael was sitting in a stand, quietly twisting the long screw under his buttocks.

Twisting and twisting, just as the screws were about to be twisted out,

Bagwell's gang walked over.

Michael saw it, and sped up, trying to get away with the screws before Bagwell's group arrived.

It's a pity.

Didn't work out.

No sooner had Michael pulled the screws out, and before he could hide them, Bagwell's gang arrived.

And, Bagwell saw the screw in Michael's hand at a glance, licked his lips, and smiled playfully, "Little beauty, I thought I made it clear to you last time, you can't stay here if you don't join us." ”

"As a result, you're here again, and you want to take that thing with you."

"What do you want to do? You don't think you're black and want to deal with us. ”

Michael was silent.

Bagwell sneered and pulled out the left pocket of his pants, "Little beauty, how about it, take my trouser pocket and become my person, I don't care, and besides, the thing in your hand also belongs to you." ”

Michael turned to look at Bagwell, this time saying, "Don't dream. ”

Bagwell stopped smiling and stretched out his hand, "In that case, hand over the things, don't force me to do it, then your face will not be so beautiful." ”

Things are getting out of hand again.

Michael's face was dark, and he was silent for two or three seconds, but in the end, he still endured his irritability and unhappiness, did not resist, got up obediently, handed over the long screw in his hand, and looked at Bagwell with a dark face.

******

See here.

Ding Ze couldn't help but think of the later part of the original play.

These two guys have been entangled all the way for so many years.

It's also quite interesting.

Follow.

He imagined out of tune if Comrade Michael had taken Bagwell's trouser pocket......

Ha ha.

That's a lot of fun.

Not much.

Because of the prison guard's reprimand, Michael left unharmed.

Interestingly.

Ding Ze found that Michael was actually stunned and walked towards him.

Of course, the reason why Michael came to him, there is no need to think about it at all.

Soon, Michael came to Ding Ze's side and crouched down.

"You saw what just happened?" Michael asked in a low voice with a calm face.

Ding Ze smiled, suddenly had an idea, and nodded, "I see." ”

"I need that screw, or the first step won't be done," said Michael, "and how do I get it back?" What do you suggest? ”

"It's simple, go and talk to him well, it should be fine."

"......," Michael was speechless, "I'm serious." ”

"Me too," Ding Ze still smiled, "You're a genius, don't you have a good situation in front of you to take advantage of and talk to him?" ”

"What's the situation?" Michael didn't react.

"Wasn't the first of the three poisoned prisoners to be Bagwell's men?" Ding Ze hinted.

As a real genius, Michael had already understood, and Deng Shi was taken aback, "You want me to pretend to be the murderer who poisoned me?" ”

Ding Ze nodded decisively, "You are so smart, think about it yourself, is this method feasible?" No matter how much Bagwell dragged him, he should always be afraid of death. ”

"Give him some euphemistic hints, intimidate and intimidate, as for whether it can succeed, the key depends on how much you can pretend to be."

"You think about it."

Michael did think about it, and it did not occur to him what might be hidden behind this suggestion.

Genius has its limits. ’

Ding Ze saw it and thought with a smile.