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

The two patrolling prison guards vanished without a trace.

“Come on, put all the blankets in front of the window, and then we’ll take this window down together,” Ding Ze said, gesturing to Abruchi to get to work.

Abruzzi nodded and did as instructed with great enthusiasm, transforming himself into a perfect working man.

Put the blankets away neatly.

The two of them dismantled the window together.

These old-fashioned windows, which have been around for quite some time, are not difficult to dismantle.

After a few minutes of fiddling, the window was brought down to the ground.

“What about the iron railings outside?” Abruzzi asked.

“Fire hose,” Ding Ze replied with a smile, “come with me.”

The two jogged out of the office and arrived at a fire extinguisher box on the side.

Ding Ze opened the fire extinguisher box, pulled out the hose, and handed it to Abruchi, saying, "Tie this end to the railing, and I'll take care of pulling the railing down."

"Great!!!" Abruzzi was full of fighting spirit and ran off with the water pipe in his hand.

Ding Ze didn't sit idle either. Once the water pipe stopped being pulled and he knew it was long enough, he quickly pulled out the remaining water pipe and, holding the end of the pipe, headed straight for the elevator next to him.

I entered the elevator and just tied the end of the water pipe to the handrail inside.

Abruzzi finished his part of the task and ran back to the elevator.

"You wait here, I'll be right back," Ding Ze grinned and pressed the down button on the elevator.

******

Nothing unexpected happened.

Under the immense pulling force generated by the elevator descending, the iron railing couldn't hold for long before being forcibly pulled off the wall and landed on the quilt.

Faced with this result.

Abruzzi smiled broadly, his heart pounding with excitement, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

"So, escaping from prison can be this simple."

Abruzzi muttered something to himself, then stopped talking and patiently waited for Ding Ze to return.

Ding Ze is back.

“I’m heavier than you, and that cable might not be very secure. You go first,” Abruzzi said sincerely before Ding Ze could say anything.

“Okay,” Ding Ze said, not wanting to waste time with unnecessary formalities. He grabbed two bed sheets, quickly climbed onto the windowsill, hung upside down on the cable, and started climbing towards the opposite courtyard wall.

After climbing for about two minutes, Ding Ze successfully reached the courtyard wall. As soon as he stood firm, he waved to Abruchi, then tied two bed sheets together and lowered them down the outer wall of the courtyard. He then grabbed the bed sheets and slowly descended to the ground outside the wall.

Abruzzi didn't dare to delay. Using the same method, he reached the courtyard wall in about the same amount of time. He followed closely without stopping, immediately grabbed the bed sheet, and 'ran' towards freedom.

Outside the wall, on the ground.

Ding Ze is waiting for Abruzzi.

Abruzzi has arrived.

"Now, run!!!" Ding Ze said with a smile.

"Run!" Abruzzi laughed brightly.

In the darkness of night.

The two of them ran wildly toward where the car was parked.

Behind.

Fox River State Penitentiary remained quiet, as if nothing had happened.

Chapter 42 Glock, New Name [Requesting Monthly Tickets!]

Chapter 42 Glock, New Name [Requesting monthly votes~]

Even after we got into the car, no alarm sounded at Fox River State Penitentiary.

"Hahahaha!" Abruzzi laughed heartily. "Mr. Ding, when do you think they'll realize we've already run away?"

Ding Ze sat in the passenger seat, lit a cigarette, and felt quite refreshed. He replied with a smile, "It'll be at most an hour or so. Sarah and the others will wake up by then."

“More than an hour, haha,” Abruzzi laughed and shook his head, starting the car and stepping on the gas.

The inconspicuous gray pickup truck started moving.

Abruzzi gripped the steering wheel with one hand and picked up his phone from the dashboard with the other, starting a call. The call connected quickly. "Hello, we're out, almost there, you can start the plane now."

After saying a few words, Abruzzi hung up the phone and then said to Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding, your new identity is in the glove box. Take a look."

"it is good."

Ding Ze responded and opened the glove box.

The glove box didn't contain much: a file folder, and... two handguns.

Because of his skill [American Iaijutsu - Pistol Gun Technique], Ding Ze recognized the two pistols almost immediately.

One was an old-fashioned, compact revolver, and the other was a Glock.

"Is this gun for me?" Ding Ze asked with a smile, showing no concern whatsoever.

“Sort of,” Abruzzi laughed. “When I was arranging the car, I was thinking that it might be useful in case of an emergency, so I prepared it.”

"Can you give me one?" Ding Ze asked directly, without being polite to Abruchi.

“Of course,” Abruzzi agreed readily, without any worries.

"Thanks then," Ding Ze reached out, picked up the Glock, and examined it closely.

This was the first time in his life he had ever touched a real handgun.

This feeling is fucking exciting.

I watched for a little while.

I'm just idling around anyway.

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Ding Ze began to half-practice the skill of "American Iaido - Pistol Gun Technique" by disassembling the Glock in his hand.

Click click click.

In no time, the once intact Glock was reduced to a pile of parts.

Abruzzi clearly witnessed the entire process of Ding Ze disassembling the pistol. At this moment, the doubts in his heart were churning wildly. "Mr. Ding, were you a soldier?"

After skillfully disassembling it, Ding Ze immediately began to reassemble it. "No, didn't you investigate my background?"

Hearing this, and recalling his own initial thoughts, Abruzzi felt a little embarrassed. "You are completely different from the person in that file."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "If it were the same, we'd both still be in jail right now."

“Indeed,” Abruzzi agreed.

*****

soon.

After assembling the pistol, Ding Ze couldn't help but want to play with it immediately, like a child who had received a new toy or a man who had a new girlfriend. He wanted to fire a few shots and hear the sound.

Unfortunately, the situation did not allow it.

Ding Ze had no choice but to hold back for the time being. He tucked the pistol into his waistband, took out the file bag, and began to look through it.

The document bag contained four documents: a birth certificate, a social security card, a driver's license, and a passport.

The name on the documents is johnathon-Freeman.

Seeing this name...

Ding Ze chuckled, thinking to himself, 'That's damn good.'

Abruzzi noticed Ding Ze looking at the Social Security card and, a little worried that Ding Ze might not be satisfied with the name, asked, "Is the name alright?"

Ding Ze laughed, "Perfect!"

Abruzzi was relieved and didn't say anything more, focusing on driving.

-

About a quarter of an hour later.

The small truck drove into a small airport.

Not too far away, a small plane came into view of Ding Ze and his companion.

Upon seeing the plane, Abruzzi immediately floored the accelerator.

Soon.

The van stopped, Ding Ze picked up the document bag, and with a cigarette in his mouth, he and Abruzzi boarded the plane.

At the cabin door, an elderly, overweight man and a young, thin man had been waiting for some time.

Upon seeing Abruzzi, the fat man immediately greeted him with a smile, "John, it's nice to see you out."