People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

'Release them, and there's a sequel?' Ding Ze was taken aback, thinking to himself, somewhat puzzled, 'They're only after my revenge? Quite a few people died that night.'

Abruzzi chuckled upon hearing this, "That's a war between black and white, the nature of which is different. Regardless of which side wants revenge, they have to wait until they're ready for the next war..."

“You’re different. You’re neither Black nor white. You kill indiscriminately, and you don’t belong to any gang…”

"I see," Ding Ze said with a knowing smile, "Do I look easy to bully?"

Abruzzi didn't think so, gently shaking his head without commenting, and simply asked, "What do you plan to do?"

“There’s nothing they can do tonight. Michael will disappear by then, and the prison guards will definitely be busy. They won’t have a chance to touch me,” Ding Ze thought for a moment and replied, “Let’s wait until tomorrow night. I’m itching to kill a few more.”

Abruzzi: "??????"

That's really hard to describe...

Instinctively, Abruzzi's eyes turned strange. "Itchy hands? You, are you really a serial killer who enjoys killing???"

Ding Ze smiled brightly, "Do I look like it?"

Abruzzi subconsciously recalled Ding Ze's actions the night before last, and really wanted to answer that it was very similar, but he held back the words.

There's no way around it; who can afford to mess with a serial killer who enjoys killing?

Seeing that Abruchi remained silent, Ding Ze didn't mind and changed the subject, "I was just about to go find you. Is my new identity ready?"

"It's basically done. I'll make a call to check on it later."

"Try to get everything ready by tomorrow."

Abruzzi immediately understood the meaning behind those words, "Are you leaving?"

“Well, if my new identity is ready by tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow night, we’ll leave here,” Ding Ze replied calmly.

Abruzzi was surprised that it would happen so quickly and couldn't help but get excited. "The day after tomorrow night? What's the exact time? I need to arrange transportation."

"I can't give you a specific time, but I can say that we will be outside the wall around 9:30."

Abruzzi didn't quite understand. "Can't you give me a specific time? Could you tell me your detailed plan?"

“It’s not convenient now, I’ll tell you the day after tomorrow afternoon,” Ding Ze refused decisively, then explained with a smile, “because my plan is actually very simple. If I tell you now, I’m afraid something might go wrong at the last minute.”

"..." Abruzzi suddenly couldn't help but doubt the probability of Ding Ze's plan succeeding, and fell silent for a moment.

Ding Ze guessed what Abruchi was thinking. "But don't worry, as long as you do as I say, we can all get out."

Abruzzi pondered for a moment, "It's hard for me to feel at ease with you saying that. Do you know how many years our sentences will be added if the escape fails?"

Ding Ze laughed, "You care? Fibonacci is going to testify next month. If you're still here then, you'll be sitting in jail for life. What does it matter if your sentence gets another ten or twenty years?"

Abruzzi was speechless once again.

A few seconds later.

"What you said makes a damn good point!" Abruzzi couldn't help but say sarcastically.

Ding Ze ignored him and chuckled.

Abruzzi saw this and had no choice.

As for whether you can really relax?

That's impossible.

But what can we do?

His family had been taken hostage by Far, and he had to seize every opportunity to get out.

What's more.

If the jailbreak fails the night after tomorrow, Michael's plan can still serve as a backup.

"Your new identity will definitely be ready tomorrow."

After saying this, Abruzzi turned and left, going to the side to continue playing the role of overseer.

A few minutes later.

Michael, who had been secretly observing Ding Ze and Abruzzi, found an opportunity to approach Abruzzi.

"Did you get the key I asked for?" Michael asked.

After lunch, on the way back from the canteen, at the cost of one of his men being sentenced to a week of solitary confinement, Abruzzi successfully obtained the mold of the key and then made it in the prison using melted plastic.

“Got it,” Abruzzi nodded in response.

“Thank you,” Michael said, then casually added, “You do your job, I’ll do mine. Once we’re out, I’ll keep my promise and hand Fibonacci over to you.”

Abruzzi, being a gang leader, immediately understood the bait in those words and smiled in agreement, "Alright."

Michael glanced at Abruzzi with a complicated expression, said nothing, and turned back with a heavy heart.

He was indeed throwing out bait, his aim being to test Abruzzi's reaction.

In his view, as long as Abruzzi still wanted to know Fibonacci's whereabouts, he could keep Abruzzi in check, get him to abandon Ding Ze and go with him, or even wait a while until Ding Ze joined them... In that case, his plan might still be able to continue...

The result was terrible!

He had a vague feeling that Abruzzi didn't seem to care whether he handed over Fibonacci or not.

'Why???'

For a while.

Michael felt like his head was about to explode, he couldn't understand it at all, and his mind was in a daze.

Chapter 28 Releasing Berrick?

Out-of-control situations occurred one after another.

Michael was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Abruzzi was a key pawn in his prison break plan.

Abruzzi could not only provide him with transportation after his escape, but also guarantee his job at PI and even his safety here...

If Abruzzi abandons him...

Ha ha.

It's not an exaggeration to describe it as a complete loss.

Michael was in a daze, his thoughts racing, thinking about many, many things.

It took a long time before he finally came to his senses a little better. He turned his head to look at Ding Ze, who looked relaxed and seemed to be enjoying his work.

The source of this series of loss of control was Ding Ze.

this moment.

The idea of ​​secretly getting rid of Ding Ze popped into Michael's head once again.

The situation has become so critical that it is now urgent.

If Ding Ze, that murderer, doesn't die...

Then Lincoln, this innocent man, had to die in that electric chair...

'what do I do? '

Looking at Ding Ze with incredibly complex emotions, Michael silently asked himself a question.

*********

Ding Ze ignored Michael's gaze and continued working for a while. Then, seizing the opportunity, he went to the nearby storage room to look for tools that could be used to pick locks.

The storage room was full of messy things.

After searching for a while, he found it.

This is the end.

The door to the infirmary is no longer a problem.

*********

In a blink of an eye.

It was 3:30 PM.

A prison guard came over, took Michael away, and took him to the warden's office to help Pope build the 'Taj Mahal'.

Ding Ze and the others worked for another half hour until four o'clock, when the prison guards took them to the canteen for dinner.

Shortly afterward, Abruzzi finished his dinner in a few bites, made an excuse, and left the cafeteria to "deliver" the keys to Michael.

Everything went very smoothly.

Around 5 p.m., all the prisoners lined up to leave the canteen. With the help of the key provided by Abruzzi, Michael, who should have been in Pope's office, quietly joined the line returning to the cell.

Back in his cell, Michael sat on the bed and looked at his watch.

The watch showed that it was 5:45, and the prison guard would come to take roll call in fifteen minutes.

“Mr. Ding, I should get going. Keep an eye on the prison guards for me,” Michael said to Ding Ze without hesitation, his expression calm, just as he had anticipated.

“Okay,” Ding Ze nodded and stood behind the cell door.