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Chapter 11 I have to do it myself.

Abruzzi is very fast when it comes to his family.

Just a moment.

Albrucci's right hand strangled Dingze's neck, "Are you threatening my family?"

Ding Ze had expected this, so he only felt a little instinctive panic, and this panic was fleeting.

Ding Ze still smiled, "No."

The neck was being pinched, and the sound was a bit weird.

At this time.

"Abruzzi!!!" Outside the barbed wire fence, a prison guard noticed what was going on here and shouted.

Abruzzi did not let go immediately, but turned to look at the prison guard and then stopped his hand, "If you dare to hurt my family, I will chop you into pieces."

Ding Ze raised his hand and rubbed his neck, bluffing, "John, is it interesting to say this? If I thought, you were already like Quinn just now, how could you have the chance to chop me into pieces?"

"In fact, if I wanted to, within a day, everyone here would be dead but me."

Since it's a bluff, let's call it a big deal.

When Abruzzi heard this, his expression became uncertain, and he silently judged the authenticity of these words...

After a while, thinking about the deaths of Big, Bowman, and Quinn, Albruzzi made a judgment and believed that this statement was very true.

then.

"What do you want?" Abruzzi asked.

"I already said, a new identity, as soon as possible."

"I'll get it for you, and you'll take me away?"

Ding Ze nodded and said nothing.

"Okay," Abruzzi was silent for a moment, "When do you want it?"

"The sooner the better."

"OK! I'm going to make a call now."

After saying these words, Abruzzi stood up and walked towards the phone booth again.

Ding Ze didn't move and took a long breath of smoke.

as of now.

Basically, everything is ready, all we need is the east wind.

After getting the most critical lock-picking skill, you can start leaving.

As for whether the system will issue lock-picking skills... He believes that it should be possible. After all, thieves have skills, so there is no reason why they should not have lock-picking skills.

Even if you are really unlucky and don't have the lock-picking skills... it's not a big problem. The worst thing you can do is ask Abruzzi to arrange for someone to rob Sara outside the prison and make a copy of the key to the infirmary...

He was not Michael and could accept this. Besides, he had already released three people... A small robbery was really nothing.

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telephone booth.

"Arrange more manpower immediately to protect my family!" Abruzzi said solemnly into the phone.

"Okay, what's the matter?"

"There is a new guy here named Ding Ze who knows my situation very well and has just threatened my family..." Abruzzi explained briefly.

"How could such a thing happen?"

Abruzzi did not respond to this and only said, "Help me find out the details of this Dingze as soon as possible! The clearer the better! The focus is on his family!"

"no problem!"

pat.

The phone hangs up.

Abruzzi turned around and looked at Dingze from a distance, with a lot of anger and some fear in his eyes.
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Breeze time is over.

Next, according to the normal procedure, we should go to the cafeteria for dinner.

However, because of the incident at noon, Pop made new arrangements for dinner.

The cafeteria is closed tonight.

Dinner is all delivered from a restaurant outside the prison, and the prisoners will not eat in the cafeteria, but in their respective cells.

therefore.

After leaving the playground, the prisoners went to the bathroom, led by twice the number of prison guards.

A bunch of prison guards stared at them, but nothing happened. About an hour later, the prisoners returned to their respective cells and prepared to eat.

Of course, it was only a few hours ago that Quinn ate to death... Faced with this dinner, many prisoners were still too scared to eat even though they had known that the food was brought in from outside not long ago.

Then, of course, some of the prisoners started shouting.

“Warden, isn’t there still poison in the food!!”

"Warden, how about you eat first?"

"The warden..."

Pope was there, and so was Sara.The obvious purpose of the two staying here so late was to pay attention to whether anyone else would be poisoned.

Pope didn't reply.

Berwick, who was standing next to Pope, yelled fiercely, "Shut up! It's great if there is food for you! Who dares to yell anymore! You will be so hungry tomorrow!!"

Berwick's deterrent was enough.

After yelling for a while.

The prisoners' shouting gradually subsided.

Some daring prisoners were so upset that they couldn't believe that they would be so unlucky, so they started to eat.

One person started and didn't die.

The remaining prisoners started eating one after another.

The food delivered from outside has more oil and water, and the taste is relatively better.

In order to appear gregarious, Ding Ze didn't eat much lunch at noon. He was really hungry and ate very quickly. Before long, he finished his dinner like a whirlwind, wiped his mouth, and looked outside.

It's a matter of fact.

The scene in the cells outside is really interesting.

Especially the sight of the timid prisoners praying not to be poisoned to death while eating...

Very interesting.

Ding Ze smiled and watched for a while. After seeing enough, he climbed to the upper bunk and rested.

The Five Poison Gu Insects are still recovering and will not be able to go out again until after early morning.

Ding Ze felt it for a moment and then ignored it.

For the time being, at least tomorrow, he has no plans to send out the Five Poison Gu insects to release anyone... unless his life is threatened.

He believed that if another prisoner was poisoned tonight or tomorrow...

Ha ha.

Comrade Pop, it is estimated that extreme measures will be taken in all likelihood!
That's not good news.

and so.

The Five Poison Gu insects are temporarily on vacation.

You have to rely on other methods to release them.

what way?
Ding Ze had already thought of it during the day.

Black and white battle!

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Although three prisoners were poisoned to death in a row, it cast a strange shadow over the entire prison in Area A.

However, according to Ding Ze's observation, there is no doubt that those black lunatics and white lunatics will still have a big fight and will not stop until a few people are stabbed to death...

Then.

He took the opportunity to fish in troubled waters, come up with the big ones, release a few more prisoners at once, and develop more skills...

Putting aside rationality, there's nothing wrong with it.

'Those guys are belligerent lunatics anyway...'

'If you die, you will die...'

'No need to feel guilty...'

Lying in bed.

Ding Ze muttered silently, raised his hands, and watched silently.

If he had personally taken action and freed a few people before traveling back in time... just thinking about this kind of thing would make him feel like he needed to see a psychiatrist.

But now, probably because he got Wing Chun, he thought of this kind of thing... Although it can't be said that there is no rational reaction at all, but... it's not that exaggerated.

'Martial arts are killing skills. '

'Having a sharp weapon in your possession and having a murderous intention? '

'Am I affected by this skill? '

"Or are you really getting used to it after one, two, and three?"

Ding Ze couldn't help but think about this issue.

unconsciously.

Dinner time is over.

Nothing happened to any of the prisoners.

Popper let out a long sigh of relief and insisted on waiting for almost half an hour. When nothing happened, he left.

Same thing with Sarah.

After watching Sara's figure disappear completely, Michael, who was standing behind the cell door, hesitated for a moment, turned around and spoke to Ding Ze.

"Mr. Ding, are you interested in working as a PI?"

(End of this chapter)