Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

With someone paying for it, An Xiaohai certainly wouldn't be polite. In this day and age, there are far more luxury stores in Thailand than in China.

I originally wanted to buy some gifts for everyone and send them back, but after thinking about it carefully, I decided against it. Li Maocai and his gang's money is too dirty, and it would be impolite to use it for gifts.

However, I figured Director Ye and Master Xu wouldn't mind, so An Xiaohai picked out a luxury watch for each of them. Oh, and Er Mao too, he probably wouldn't mind either. That kid got a good deal.

Li Maocai's men swiped their cards without hesitation, without even blinking. Li Maocai gave them a credit line of ten million US dollars. Hai Ge had already been too restrained, not letting them pay for many things. He was truly a man of great righteousness.

An Xiaohai spent an hour browsing in the luxury shopping mall, which alarmed the mall staff. They not only arranged for several beautiful and well-built sales assistants to help him push his shopping cart, but the mall manager also followed him around busily, making it seem like some important person was on an inspection tour.

After half a day of shopping, I bought several truckloads of stuff to send back to China, and it turned out I spent less than 100 million US dollars.

At this rate, it would be very difficult to spend over a billion US dollars.

After spending money recklessly, An Xiaohai completely lost interest. He glanced at the sky and decided to head home. He decided to skip the messy nightlife; it wasn't interesting.

Halfway there, An Xiaohai received a call from Li Wenliang, who asked to meet him at his villa. Since it wasn't far, An Xiaohai turned the car around and drove into Li Wenliang's villa, while Li Maocai's men sent them home.

Li Wenliang dressed very plainly this time, without the flamboyance of before, and looked much more composed.

"Are you sure you want to come with me?" An Xiaohai asked after eating a piece of durian. The durians in Thailand are tree-ripened, taste very good, and don't smell bad.

"Yes, I have to go with you. My brother and several other comrades are in Rhodes Prison." For some reason, Li Wenliang actually told the truth.

"Why do you trust me so much?"

"My gut feeling tells me you're not lying; you went there to kill someone."

"It's very dangerous, and our plans are already set and can't be changed now. I can't arrange for you to evacuate with us."

"I understand. Don't worry about us, we have a way to evacuate."

"Wouldn't it be better to exchange hostages with them? Why choose to take the risk?"

"Because I can't lose my brother, he's my only family."

With Ruan Yitai on Roan's side, my role is limited. I've already sent all my men to Rhodes Islands. I beg you, take me with you; I must enter Rhodes Prison with you.”

How many people do you have?

"More than 30, not many, but they are all my good brothers who have been through thick and thin with me."

"I see..." An Xiaohai stroked his chin. "It's not impossible to bring you along, but you must follow my instructions."

"Please speak."

"We've entered a period of silence, so I can't communicate with the brothers over there in detail anymore. Also, our operation takes place at night, and if your people are mixed in, it's easy for them to be accidentally injured."

Here's what we'll do: have all your men infiltrate Rhodes Island. Once our operation begins, have them simultaneously attack the Rhodes County government and police department to create chaos and draw enemy fire.

"Okay, but as I said, I have to go into Rhodes Prison with you."

"No problem, just not too many people."

"How many people can I bring with me?"

"Two, three in total including you, otherwise we won't have enough time."

"Not enough time?"

"I'm sorry, but for confidentiality reasons, I cannot go into details with you."

"Very good. The more cautious you are, the more at ease I feel. It's settled then. I'll bring two brothers with me. When and where will we meet?"

"We'll meet at that private airport south of Manchester tomorrow night at 20 PM. You know that place, right?"

"Of course I know. Can I still reach you by phone?"

"It's possible before 20 PM tomorrow night."

"That's good. I'll be waiting for you at the airport tomorrow night!"

"Okay, but since you've taken up three seats, I can only take two people. So, on the way there, you'll have to do me a small favor. Of course, this small favor should be very simple for you."

"No problem, just let me know when the time comes."

"Okay, it's settled then. See you tomorrow night."

See you tomorrow night!

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Rhodes Prison, Second Dungeon

Kunji was roughly woken up from his sleep. When he opened his eyes, he saw the prison guard he had bribed.

Last night, Kunji crawled around the entire second basement level with great perseverance.

This is a space of about three or four hundred square meters. The middle part is relatively open, with only some concrete pillars, which should be the foundation supporting the entire prison building.

The space was surrounded by water dungeons, none of which were large, only three to five square meters in size. The heavy iron doors were not locked, but the hinges of the doors were rusted, making it difficult to open or close them.

There were about twenty such water dungeons. Kunji struggled to open two iron doors, only to find that they were empty except for iron chains, shackles, and a pool of water.

Kunji didn't check each room one by one because he didn't know the patrol pattern on the second floor of the dungeon, and besides, he was currently unable to move around easily, so if he were discovered by the prison guards, all his efforts would be in vain.

Let's observe first; there are still two days before the operation.

Kun Kee also discovered a row of cubicles near the entrance. These cubicles were quite unusual; the closed iron doors were new and very secure, and they were locked. It was unclear what was hidden inside.

After surveying the surroundings, Kunji climbed back to his original position, put the handcuffs back on, and quietly waited for the prison guards to come and patrol.

Exhausted and beaten, Kunji was covered in wounds from crawling through the latrine. After being soaked in dirty water in the dungeon for so long, he felt like he had a fever and was a little delirious.

This is definitely not a good sign!

Kunji forced himself to stay awake and waited for the prison guards to come and patrol. He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard the sound of a door opening and footsteps coming from the direction of the exit. Then someone came in.

Two people entered. One of them kicked Kunji lightly twice to make sure he was still alive. Then he placed an iron plate of food next to him and walked towards the water dungeon with the other person.

They carried a lamp, and by its light, Kunji finally saw the structure of the dungeon clearly, which was not much different from his previous explorations.

Two prison guards opened the iron doors of five water cells and, in addition to delivering food, appeared to give injections to the people imprisoned inside.

After doing all this, the two prison guards went to the row of special cells and inspected them. They only checked the locks on the doors and did nothing else before leaving.

The food on the iron plate was just rice mixed with some vegetable leaves. Although he had no appetite, Kunji forced himself to finish all the food on the iron plate.

Kunji couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep on the spot until the prison guard woke him up.

"What time is it now? How long have I been here?" Kun asked groggily.

"Heh, why are you doing this to yourself! Is it worth it just to sing karaoke?" The prison guard sighed and placed a plate of food in front of Kunji.

"It's been 30 hours since you were thrown in here. It's morning now, and I just came to relieve you, so I came to see you and bring you some food."

"It's been 30 hours, and I've only eaten one meal. You guys are so stingy."

"You're already pretty good to have one meal a day, be content!" The prison guard stared at Kunji for a while before continuing, "How...how did you do that? We've been investigating for a long time, but we still can't figure out how you got to the broadcasting room."

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you, it's my secret!" Kunji grinned.

"Okay, it's a secret!" The prison guard nodded, took out a syringe from his bag, and drew up a vial of medicine.

"What is this?"

"Antibiotics. You have injuries and you're locked up here. You'll die soon without antibiotics," the prison guard said as he inserted a needle into Kun Ji's arm and pushed the medicine in.

"Eat up, and make sure you finish everything. Don't leave anything behind. It's not my shift tomorrow, and it wouldn't look good if someone saw us."

"Thanks, could you help me unlock these handcuffs? I can't escape in this state," Kun Ji said, extending his hand to the prison guard.

The prison guard hesitated for a moment, then took out a key, unlocked Kun Ji's handcuffs, and placed them aside: "When my colleague comes tomorrow, remember to put the handcuffs on properly. Don't cause me any trouble. Causing me trouble is causing trouble for yourself, understand?"

"Don't worry, I understand. Can I keep the light?"

"That's impossible. If someone finds out, I'll be in trouble too."

"Then... could I have a cigarette? Before I came in, I was on that small island east of Lishan Island, where there was a clump of good cigarettes buried under the only bamboo grove. I don't know if I'll ever have a chance to smoke them again."

The prison guard was slightly taken aback, but then he understood what Kunji meant. He frowned and thought for a moment, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it at Kunji before turning and leaving.

Before leaving the second floor of the dungeon, this prison guard, like the two guards before him, checked the row of strange cells.

The heavy iron gate closed, plunging the dungeon into darkness once more.

Kunji opened the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then took out a lighter from the case.

slap~

The lighter was lit, and although the orange flame was weak, it made people feel especially warm.