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Chapter 14 A good idea to scare Bagwell

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

The feeling of losing control was really terrible for Michael.

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

"Let's pay it off for the time being. I don't have anything I want right now," Ding Ze smiled kindly, "Do you think it's okay?"

Michael did not answer in the affirmative, "I can't guarantee what will happen in the future."

"It doesn't matter, I will get whatever I want," Ding Ze laughed, followed, and joked, "Michael, don't be so gloomy. It's a good thing that we have a showdown and let the conversation get out of the way. You can think of what you want next. Just make a hole, you should be happy, right?”

showdown?

What.

'My cards were revealed by you, what about yours? ' Michael thought, very irritably, "Then we are on a ship from now on. If we want to get out, I need your help."

"No problem, tell me, what do you need, a long screw?" Ding Ze's playfulness was aroused and he asked with a smile.

"..."

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

Michael is going crazy.

Due to his personality, or because of his desire to control, it is certainly impossible for Michael to admit, "I will tell you when I need your help."

After the words came out, Michael turned around and continued to wash clothes in silence. In fact, his heart was already in turmoil and his thoughts were spinning.

Losing control means that the future is suddenly full of variables!
Michael was unable and unwilling to take this risk and wanted to find a way to compensate.

Ding Ze didn't care. He had enough fun and didn't say much. He moved around, lay down and fell asleep.

******
Another new day.

The sun was shining and the weather was fine.

Not long after entering the playground, Westmoreland came over and quietly reminded Ding Ze, "The battle between the black people and the white people is today. Be careful."

"Thank you."

Westmoreland left without saying a word about his decision.

Ding Ze didn't care. He strolled leisurely to a familiar corner and sat on the grass to pass the time.

The battle between black and white will not take place in this playground, but will only take place in the prison in Area A.

The reason is simple. There are sentries at high places around the playground, and the prison guards on the ground are armed with guns. Whenever prisoners start fighting, they will shoot.

When the gun fires, the battle must end.

It would be too boring to kill a few people in such a short time.

He knew this, and so did the prison guards.

therefore.

He expected that the raids to collect contraband would take place around lunch.

He planned to get himself a weapon in the afternoon, and then, when the battle started, he would fish in troubled waters as quickly as possible and release as many prisoners as possible.

This means….
Release without distinction!
Such behavior……

Can't think too much.

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

That's what Ding Ze did.

Think shit!
On the one hand, almost all of the prisoners here are evil, so if they are released, they will be released, which is not a big problem.

On the other hand, in the future that he envisioned was not very clear, doing something like this himself would happen sooner or later... After all, in the United States, a land where everyone can be said to be basically evil, he had no intention of keeping his peace. , live an ordinary life.

'They come, the security! '

'Think a fart! '

Ding Ze gritted his teeth and said.

This is the end.

The low-key plan I had just traveled through time changed today a few days later.

Life is like this, it's never fixed, it's always changing.
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While Ding Ze was in a daze, he was mentally preparing for the next behavior.

Michael was sitting on a stand, quietly twisting the long screw under his butt.

Twisting and twisting, just when he was about to twist out the screw,
Bagwell and his gang came over.Michael saw it, and he speeded up, hoping to leave with the screws before Bagwell and his group arrived.

Unfortunately.

failed.

Michael had just unscrewed the screws and before he could hide, Bagwell and his gang arrived.

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

"As a result, you came again and wanted to take that thing away."

"What do you want to do? You shouldn't think of yourself as a black man and want to deal with us."

Michael said nothing.

Bagwell laughed sinisterly and pulled out the left pocket of his trousers, "How about it, little beauty, hold my trouser pocket and become mine, I won't care, and the thing in your hand is yours too." .”

Michael turned to look at Bagwell and said this time, "Don't dream."

Bagwell stopped laughing and stretched out his hand, "In that case, hand over the things and don't force me to do it. I'm afraid your face won't be so beautiful by then."

Things got out of hand again.

Michael's face was extremely dark, and he was silent for two or three seconds. In the end, he endured his irritation and displeasure and did not resist. He stood 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 end of the original play.

These two guys have been entangled for so many years.

It's also quite interesting.

follow.

He vaguely imagined that if Comrade Michael held Bagwell's trouser pocket...

Haha.

That picture is so interesting.

Soon.

Because of the prison guard's scolding, Michael walked away unscathed.

what is interesting.

Ding Ze found that Michael walked towards him blankly.

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

Soon, Michael arrived next to Ding Ze and squatted down.

"Did you see what just happened?" Michael asked in a low voice with a stern face.

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

"I need that screw or I can't complete step one," Michael said. "How do I get it back? What do you suggest?"

"It's simple. Go talk to him and it should be fine."

"..." Michael was speechless for a while, "I'm serious."

"Me too," Ding Ze still smiled, "You are a genius. Isn't there a good situation in front of you that you can take advantage of and go talk to him?"

"What's going on?" Michael didn't respond.

"Of those three prisoners who were poisoned, wasn't the first one of Bagwell's men?" Ding Ze hinted.

As a real genius, Michael already understood and was immediately surprised, "You want me to pretend to be the murderer who poisoned you?"

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

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

"You think about it."

Michael did think about it, and he did not think at all about what might be hidden behind this suggestion.

'Genius has its limits. '

Ding Ze saw it and thought with a smile.

(End of this chapter)