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Chapter 92 Goodbye, I wish you good luck
About seven or eight minutes ago.

Fox River Prison gate.

Warden Pope almost went crazy, his old face was twisted and hideous, and his expression was a gloomy mess!
"We must catch them! At any cost!"

"If we need to kill them! Then, let us kill them!"

"Now, go after them!"

Words come out.

Bass mist.

A group of prison guards and a group of police officers who came to support got into the car and sped away in the direction where Michael and his group escaped.

result.

It didn't take long.

puff puff puff.

There was no suspense at all. The tires of the first few cars were full of nails and they were forced to stop. Two of them almost overturned.

In a blink of an eye, the convoy was forced to stop.

Just at this time.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

The noise of the helicopter propellers rotating came from mid-air.

When the prison guards and police officers heard this, they all looked to the sky.

This look.

Good guy.

This group of escaped prisoners even had helicopters, and they even dispatched three of them at once, flying in three directions!
How are you going to chase this bitch?
The prison guards and police officers were stunned.

Soon, Popper received the news and immediately froze. He was stunned for several seconds, rubbed his old face fiercely, and then, he couldn't help it anymore, and started to curse.

After cursing for at least half a minute, Pope managed to vent some of the anger accumulated in his chest before picking up the phone and contacting the FBI.

The FBI's Chicago Division received a call and learned about the situation.

? ? ? ? ?

How long has it been since?

Another prisoner escaped from Fox River Prison?

And this time, five prisoners escaped at once?

Among them is a death row inmate who killed the vice president's brother?
What the hell are you kidding me?
Is this Fox River Prison really a prison?
All the agents from the FBI's Chicago branch exploded immediately.

For a while, there was endless cursing.

But scolding should be rebuked, responsibility lies, and what should be done must still be done.

The head of the FBI's Chicago branch, cursing, dispatched the bureau's helicopter, followed, and quickly contacted the Air Traffic Control Bureau. Finally, he called Mahone!
no way!
Mahone is the most capable agent in the Chicago branch of the FBI and the best at catching criminals!
Among these escaped prisoners, there is a high-profile death row prisoner. The nature and impact of this matter are too serious, and Ma Hong must be killed!
Ma Hong: "????"

I was in Miami, and I just ordered a mojito and wanted to relax a little.

As a result, you are so damn telling me that another prisoner escaped from Fox River Prison?

Are you kidding me?

"Didn't the warden really let them out?" Ma Hong sincerely doubted this possibility.

The head of the FBI's Chicago branch rubbed his forehead, "I also suspect that's the case! Anyway, you'll be back soon! Compared with Lincoln Bruce, Dingze and Albruzzi are not that important for the time being!"

Ma Hong could understand, so although he was very reluctant, he could only accept the order obediently. Besides, it was useless not to accept it.

Ding Ze and John Abruzzi have disappeared again. The day when Ding Ze and Ding Ze are successfully captured is far away.

"I'll be right back," Mahone replied, drank the mojito in his hand, dropped the money, got up and went straight to the airport.
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the other side.

"Sucre, I'm really sorry. How about I make a call now and have someone kill Hector?" Ding Ze said apologetically.

Sucre hesitated, "Can you just get him away without killing him?"

"Where to go?" Ding Ze knew Sucre's character and asked with a smile.

"Take it to Mexico so he can't come back," Sucre thought for a moment and replied.

"That would be too troublesome. Besides, what if he comes back?" It's still quite far from Oswego, and anyway, he has nothing to do. Ding Ze said jokingly, "What if Mary Cruz can't forget him. "

When Sucre heard this, he immediately became anxious and glared, "Impossible! My Marie Cruz is not that kind of woman!"

"People's hearts are unpredictable," Ding Ze looked back and said with joy, "In my opinion, it would be better to kill him. Once and for all."

Sucre was silent for a few seconds, "Let me think about it."

"Okay, don't worry," Ding Ze replied with a smile.

There was no sound of conversation in the car and it became quiet.

Before I knew it, about thirty minutes had passed.

Ding Ze suddenly saw a sign on the roadside showing that there was Kouhu Lake not far ahead. "Hey, there is Kouhu Lake ahead. Let's take a detour and stop by the lake. Let's take a bath, otherwise it will really stink to death." Me."

The five Michaels were actually so stung by their own odor that they wanted to wash themselves off, but...

"Is it okay?" Michael said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid there are countless people chasing us now."

"No problem, don't overestimate the capabilities and efficiency of the law enforcement agencies. Moreover, I will ensure that you will not be caught before arriving in Oswego," Ding Ze said confidently.

Michael thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

Lincoln naturally had no objection.

The other three looked at each other.

Benjamin Franklin wanted to speak, but he was really too afraid of Ding Ze. When the words came to his lips, he still didn't dare to say anything.

Sucre and T-bag didn't say anything either.

Ding Ze ignored it and happened to see the path to the lake, so he decisively turned the steering wheel and drove towards the lake.

Arrive at the lake.

I see.

About four to fifty meters away, there are several forest huts.

The huts were all dark, without any light. Considering that it was not yet nine o'clock, Ding Ze judged that there should be no one in those huts. However, after thinking about it, he still called Mickey, "Mitch, you go Check out those cabins.”

Mickey simply nodded, slipped out of the car, pulled out the pistol from his waist, and walked towards the cabin.

Ding Ze had also gotten out of the car at this time. He was about to ask Michael and the other five to come out to take a shower when he suddenly remembered something.

'This kind of cabin in the woods is very famous in America, like Jason...'

So, he immediately reminded Mickey, "Mitch, be careful. If you hear any unusual noise, run back immediately."

Mickey was not afraid at first, but when he heard these words, he became a little afraid, "Boss, don't say such nonsense at night!"

Ding Ze smiled, didn't say much, and called the five Michaels to come out.

Soon.

The five Michaels arrived at the lake, got into the water, and rubbed themselves around.

Interestingly, T-bag wisely stayed away from the four Michaels.

Ding Ze was sitting on the shore, lighting a cigarette. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel that T-bag was really smart.

After a few minutes.

Mickey returned smoothly and sat down next to Dingze. "They are all empty houses, no one is there."

Ding Ze blew out a puff of smoke and said, "We still have to be careful. There might be a murderer watching us somewhere."

"..." Mickey wanted to complain, but he couldn't do it. "Boss, even if a murderer encounters you, he will turn around and run away in fear."

Ding Ze shook his head, "What you said is wrong. For example, I know a murderer. If I met him, I would have to turn around and run away immediately."

Mickey suddenly felt that Ding Ze was talking nonsense and was a little curious, "Who?" "A deformed man who lives on the edge of Crystal Lake, a guy named Jason."

"Crystal Lake?" Mickey asked, "I've never heard of it. What's so special about Jason?"

"It's amazing. Jason can't be killed. Even if you beat him into a hornet's nest or cut off his head, he won't die."

Mickey was absolutely certain that Ding Ze was indeed talking nonsense, "Boss, you are talking nonsense. There is no one who can't be killed!"

"Haha, you kid doesn't believe it, right? I'll send you to Crystal Lake later to have a look, and you'll know."

"Haha, then I really want to see it," Mickey said nonchalantly.

"It's a word."

Mickey was too lazy to continue the topic and asked, "Boss, what's the point of going to all this trouble to help these prisoners escape? I don't think they are anything special."

"Is it nothing special?" Ding Ze asked, "You don't usually watch the news?"

Mickey shook his head, "Don't look."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with it." Thinking of Mickey's situation, Ding Ze expressed his understanding, and then pointed at Lincoln Bruce, "That guy is Lincoln Bruce. It is said that he killed the younger brother of the current vice president. He should have died soon." Sitting in the electric chair, being shocked."

Although Mickey really didn’t watch the news on weekdays, he had heard about this incident and was immediately a little surprised, “It turns out it’s him!”

"It seems you know, that's easy to say. Lincoln Bruce was framed. He has escaped now. Our female vice president will find a way to kill him... The question is, have you seen that handsome guy?" Ding Ze pointed to Michael Scofield again, "That handsome guy is called Michael Scofield. He is a real genius and the younger brother of Lincoln."

"Our female vice president may not be able to defeat these two brothers."

"I help these two brothers escape, and there will be a lot of fun things to do next, do you understand?"

Mickey scratched his head, half understanding, but based on Ding Ze's style, he thought of a possibility, "You want to kill the Vice President?"

"??????" Ding Ze was stunned and laughed angrily, "Do I think I want to kill the vice president?"

Mickey nodded immediately, "It's very similar!"

"Fuck off!"

As soon as the words came out.

T-bag was the first to get out of the water, put on his clothes, and walked towards Ding Ze.

Ding Ze saw this and didn't say anything more to Mickey. He looked at T-bag with a smile, wanting to see what T-bag wanted to say.

T-bag walked up to Ding Ze and licked his tongue, "Boss Ding, I really want to work for you. I believe that with my ability, I will be able to help you in some way."

Ding Ze smiled and said nothing.

This guy T-bag...

That is indeed not a good person.

Ding Ze felt that if he were a more just guy, he should really send T-bag back to Fox River Prison without hesitation.

The issue is……

He also has no sense of justice, and this is America...

Whether America is in chaos or not, and what kind of chaos it becomes, has nothing to do with him.

What's more...

The American judiciary has not allowed T-bag to sit in the electric chair. So from a certain perspective, it is his own fault?

"There are too many people who want to work for me, and I can't ask for everyone. Let's just remember my mobile phone number," Ding Ze thought for a while and replied, "What happens next will be very interesting. At a critical moment , you call me, I’ll take a look at your performance, and then we’ll talk.”

Of course, this is bluffing.

Ding Ze had no intention of really asking T-bag to work for him, he was just using him.

T-bag was silent for two seconds and nodded, "Okay."

Ding Ze gave his mobile phone number.

T-bag recited it silently and remembered it.

At this time, Michael and Lincoln got dressed one after another and went ashore.

Michael had long noticed the conversation between Ding Ze and T-bag. His expression was a little gloomy, but he didn't say anything. He just said to Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding, we should go."

"Okay, let's walk," Ding Ze got up and got into the car without any ink.

The commercial vehicle was back on the road heading toward Oswego.
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When the sky is slightly brighter.

Dingze's group arrived in Oswego.

"We have to go to a warehouse first, right?" Ding Ze asked Michael, "I've never been here before, how do I get there?"

Michael glanced at Ding Ze with complicated eyes, then said something and pointed the way.

It didn't take long.

Everyone arrived outside the warehouse.

Michael and Lincoln got out of the car, took out shovels and other grave-digging tools from the warehouse, and returned to the car.

"The next step is the cemetery. Please show me the way." Ding Ze stepped on the accelerator and said with a smile, "Also, when we get to the cemetery, we have to leave. I wish you all the best in the future."

None of the five Michaels spoke.

Ding Ze did not forget about Sucre this time, and asked again, "Sucre, how are you thinking about it? This opportunity cannot be missed, and it will never come back."

Sucre looked at Ding Ze. He still couldn't make up his mind to kill Hector and shook his head, "Let's forget it. Thank you, Mr. Ding."

"You're welcome. It's my fault that I didn't help you. If you need help in the future, please feel free to call me. Michael has my number," Ding Ze really didn't care.

"Okay," Sucre responded.

The cemetery is not far away.

Just a few minutes.

Everyone arrived at the place and got out of the car.

The same goes for Dingze and Mickey.

After getting out of the car.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette and threw the car keys to Sucre, "Sucre, this car is for you."

"Ah," Sucre said in surprise, not expecting such a thing to happen, "Why?"

Ding Ze grinned, "I basically don't pay attention to why I do things. Just take it if I give it to you."

After speaking, Sucre was not given a chance to say anything more.

Ding Ze said again, "Okay, let's say goodbye here. Please pay attention to safety and don't get caught so soon, otherwise it will be boring. See you another day."

With that said, Ding Ze waved his hand at Mickey.

The two left on foot.

Michael watched Dingze and Mickey leave for almost a minute. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what Dingze wanted to do, so he had to give up temporarily, "Let's go."

The five Michaels took their tools and got into the cemetery.

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Dingze left as soon as he could. After spending some time, he found a taxi in Oswego and got in the car with Mickey.

"Go to the nearest airport."

Oswego no longer belongs to Illinois, but to New York.

Ding Ze couldn't figure out which airport was the nearest.

The driver didn't move, a little worried, "Guest, that's going to cost a lot of money."

Ding Ze took out ten thousand dollars from his pocket and shook it at the driver.

The driver immediately smiled and said, "Okay, let's leave now!"

　Today, due to some personal matters, my mood has reached rock bottom. That’s all I can do. I’ll try to recover tomorrow. I’m sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)