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Chapter 27 My Hand Itches
There is quite a lot of work for a PI.

After leaving the prison in Area A, Ding Ze, Michael and others were taken directly to work instead of going to the playground.

After working for a while, the prison guard in charge came to the side to chat.

Lincoln asked Michael next to him in a solemn voice, "What happened?"

Michael thought Lincoln was asking about the bruises, so he shook his head slightly, "There was a small conflict with Bagwell, and it has been resolved."

"T-bag? What kind of contradiction?" T-bag's reputation was very resounding. Lincoln was even more worried and asked again.

"There was a misunderstanding. His girlfriend was killed before and he thought it was me. Now it has been resolved and there will be no more problems."

"How to solve it?" Lincoln asked.

Michael thought for a while and talked about Abruzzi's appearance.

After hearing this, knowing that with Albruzzi's protection, the matter should indeed be resolved, Lincoln felt a little relieved, so he asked again, "What else happened?"

"Huh?" Michael was confused.

Lincoln chuckled, "Don't hide it, I don't know you yet? Tell me."

When Michael heard this, he also smiled and said, "It's Ding Ze's problem. It's very troublesome."

Michael briefly stated his suspicions about Ding Ze.

Lincoln's brows knitted together, and he was unwilling to accept it subconsciously. He lowered his voice and said, "That kid must be planning something, but planning to escape from prison? And he also happens to be leaving from the infirmary??? Impossible, right? "

Michael shook his head, "Nothing is impossible...the infirmary is closest to the hospital wall, and the supervision is relatively weak."

"He is very smart, and he has obviously done a lot of investigations before going to prison and knows a lot of people's affairs... If he wanted to escape from prison, he would choose to leave through the infirmary. Not only is it not strange, but it is very reasonable."

Lincoln was silent for a few seconds and understood. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. "You mean, he is the same as you? Did you do some research in advance and came in to take someone out?"

Michael had thought about this before and nodded, "Nine times out of ten, that's the case."

"Then who is he going to take out?" Lincoln couldn't think of it for a moment.

"I guess there is a high probability that it is Abruzzi," Michael said, looking at Dingze quietly.

Ding Ze is weeding.

The prison guard was nearby.

He didn't have a chance to talk to Albruzzi, who didn't have to work and just used a board to act as overseer.

Lincoln looked at Dingze and Albrucci. Only then did he fully understand how troublesome this matter was, "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet... I can't report him. He knows our plan and I can't stop him. Otherwise, if he leaves first, our hope of getting out will be completely lost," Michael said distressedly.

Lincoln felt irritated and scratched his head, "Then you can't just do nothing..."

Paused.

As a street gangster with no future and no reputation, Lincoln had already thought of a simple and crude countermeasure. He hesitated and then said, "Get rid of him?"

Michael was silent for a moment, "Let me think about it again...if he really came in to save Abruzzi, he would be difficult to get rid of."

Lincoln was not stupid enough not to understand this. "It's impossible for Albruzzi to protect him all the time..."

Said so.

Lincoln knew clearly that Michael didn't want to do this, "If there is really no other way, I will do it. That kid is a murderer, and I won't have any psychological burden if I get rid of him."

"I'll think about it again," Michael said in a complicated tone as he looked at Lincoln.

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The prison guard in charge finally moved and walked away.

Ding Ze saw the opportunity and was about to quietly go to find Abruzzi.

As a result, Abruzzi came over on his own initiative.

Ding Ze stopped moving and waited quietly.

"You are in trouble," Albrucci whispered immediately as he walked to Ding Ze. "The brothers of those people you killed the night before yesterday are probably going to kill you tonight, and I'm afraid I can't protect you. You killed too many people." There was chaos, both black and white people were killed, and too many people were offended.”

heard.

'This is a joke, is there a sequel? Ding Ze was stunned and said to himself, a little confused, "You just want to take revenge on me? A lot of people died that night."

Abruzzi heard this and found it funny, "That was a war between black and white, and the nature is different. No matter which side wants to take revenge, they have to wait until they are ready for the next war..."

"You are different. You are neither black nor white. You kill both black and white, and you do not belong to any gang..."

"I see," Ding Ze understood, and asked with a smile, "Do I look easy to bully?"

Albruzzi didn't think so and shook his head slightly. He didn't comment on this, but just asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Nothing can be done. They can't do anything tonight. Michael will disappear by then, and the prison guards will have to 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 happen to have itchy hands too." , I want to kill a few more." Abruzzi: "???????"

It's really hard to describe this...
Instinctively, Abruzzi's eyes turned strange, "Itchy hands? Are you really a murderer who likes to kill people????"

Ding Ze smiled brightly, "Do you think I look like him?"

Abruzzi subconsciously recalled what Ding Ze did the night before yesterday. He really wanted to answer something very similar, but when the words came to his lips, he held back.

There is no way, who can afford to offend a murderer who likes to kill people.

Seeing that Abruzzi didn't speak, Ding Ze didn't care and skipped the topic, "I was just about to go find you. Are you ready for my new identity?"

"It's basically ready. I'll make a call later and ask."

"Try to be ready tomorrow."

Albruzzi immediately realized the meaning of these words, "Are you leaving?"

"Well, if my new identity is ready tomorrow, then we will leave here the night after tomorrow," Ding Ze replied calmly.

Abruzzi didn't expect it to be so soon, and couldn't help but feel a little excited, "The night after tomorrow? What's the specific time? I need to arrange transportation."

"I can't give you a specific time. I can only say that at about 09:30, we will be outside the wall."

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

"It's not convenient now. I'll tell you the day after tomorrow." Ding Ze refused simply and then explained with a smile, "Because my plan is actually very simple. If I tell you now, I'm afraid something will happen accidentally in the end. .”

"..." Abruzzi suddenly couldn't help but doubt the chances of Ding Ze's plan being successfully implemented, and was speechless for a while.

Dingze guessed what Abruzzi was thinking, "But don't worry, as long as you do what I say, we can all go out."

Albrucci thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to reassure me when you say this. Do you know how many years will be added to our sentence if the escape fails?"

Ding Ze smiled, "You care? Fibonacci will testify next month. If you are still here then, you will definitely have to sit in jail. What does it matter if you add ten or twenty years to your sentence?" ?”

Albruzzi was speechless again.

After a few seconds.

"What you said makes so much sense!" Abruzzi couldn't control himself and said angrily.

Ding Ze ignored it and smiled.

Abruzzi saw it, but there was nothing he could do.

As for you, are you really relieved?
That's impossible.

But what can be done?
His family was taken hostage by Falzen. As long as there was a chance to get out, he had to seize it.

Not to mention.

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

"Your new identity will definitely be ready tomorrow."

After leaving these words, Abruzzi turned and left, went to the side, and continued to play the role of overseer.

After a few minutes.

Michael, who had been quietly sizing up Dingze and Abruzzi just now, found an opportunity and came to 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 put in solitary confinement for a week, Abruzzi successfully obtained the mold of the key, and then made it out of melted plastic in the prison.

"Got it," Abruzzi nodded in response.

"Thank you," Michael thanked him, and then said casually, "You do your job, and I will do mine. When we get out, I will keep my promise and hand over Fibonacci to you. .”

Abruzzi is a gang boss after all, and he immediately recognized the bait in these words, so he smiled along and said, "Okay."

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

He was indeed throwing a bait in order to test Abruzzi's reaction.

In his opinion, as long as Abruzzi still wants to know where Fibonacci is, he can still stabilize Abruzzi and ask Abruzzi to give up Dingze and go with him, or even wait for a while and add Go up to Dingze and let them go together... In this case, his plan may still be sustainable...

The result is very bad!
He had a vague feeling that Abruzzi didn't care whether he handed over Fibonacci or not.

'Why? ? ? '

a time.

Michael felt as if his head was going to explode. He couldn't figure it out at all, and his mind couldn't help but drift away.

(End of this chapter)