Sha Qing

A week later.

Timothy stopped the killing on the windy playground: "Time is up, have you deciphered the code? If you can't, give me the sign."

"Come to my room at night." Sha Qing left a sentence and passed by.

At nine o'clock in the evening, all the prisoners stood in a row on the yellow line of the aisle and accepted the roll call. After the end, the prisoners returned to their cells, the iron gates were locked, and the aisle lights out. Timothy took a few steps backwards and entered the cell next door, but the prison guard named the door and locked the door silently.

The lighted-out cell was shrouded in gloom, and the silhouette of the figure sitting on the edge of the bed could barely be seen. When his eyes adjusted to the dark environment, Timothy came forward and said, "Say, stop playing tricks ..."

"I didn't unlock the password." Killing Qing interrupted him, "According to the agreement, the blood card is given to you, you can study it by yourself, but one fifth of my needs."

Timothy sneered in his heart and reached out to him.

Sha Qing got up, took off the metal chain on his neck, and passed it. The moment he held the sign firmly with his fingers, he yanked it hard and then banged his knee against the other's lower abdomen.

Unexpectedly, Timothy was hit by him with a painful groan. However, as a gang leader, he also worked a lot in fighting techniques, fighting back with pain and fist.

The moment his wrist was strangled, he felt a whirlwind, his jaw and chest slammed on the bed frame, and the eardrums hummed. He woke up only a few seconds later, and found that his wrists and ankles had been tied behind his laces and could not move.

... is it over? His various fighting skills haven't been used yet!

With an unrealistic sense of the entire world, Timothy was lying on the floor in a daze, feeling indescribable. It turned out that the various fears, nervousness, and vigilance that the other party had shown in front of him were just disguise? Like a beast deliberately converging on its minions and holding its breath, only at the moment it slams into its prey!

Sitting on the back of Sha Qing with his buttocks, he removed the metal chain between his fingers and hung it back to his neck. "Don't be frustrated, Godfather, I know you are better at using guns than low-end products like fists." He patted Timothy on his shoulder and said playfully.

"... what do you want to do to swallow that money alone?" Timothy finally recovered from the shock, gritted his teeth and asked, "Want to fight the entire gang with your own power? Do you know what the three words mafia mean, You stupid? "

"Of course, it means that even I am unwilling to offend some behemoth easily." Sha Qing replied indifferently. "But I can't let you stare at me like a surveillance probe, that will destroy my plan." He As he spoke, he pushed Timothy into bed and covered him tightly from head to toe with a quilt. In doing this, his movements are light and gentle, and he even carefully slaps the quilt horns, as if he is proving to the other party by actual action: You see, I still respect your noble identity.

Timothy had a powerless frustration for the first time in his magnificent life. "You're dead, Elvis!" He said in a low voice, "I will do my best to hunt you down and set you in ashes, even if Alessio can't stop ..."

"Be rational, godfather, doing this will not bring you any practical benefits for you and your gang. In order to vent your anger, it is not worth it to be with a desperate person." Sha Qing still uses that pair of calmness to be crazy. The tone said, "Oh, by the way, don't rest assured that 500 million US dollars, then what secret treasury is nothing at all, all spread out after I made up. The fact is like you said, seven blood cards are old A dog chain that Wogan created for adoptive sons to show his control. "

Timothy was about to spit out blood. He said something vaguely, but he couldn't hear it wrapped under the quilt. He killed him with tape, sealed his mouth, and stood up to the cell door.

After waiting for a while, the sound of footsteps went from far to near, the iron gate was opened, Simon entered into half of his body, and asked nervously, "How are you ready?"

He nodded, raised his chin toward the bed, "Can you see it?"

Simon took a picture with a flashlight, faintly saw half of the back of his head, and nodded, "Should not find it."

There was a roll call at one o'clock in the morning, but the prison guard generally did not enter the cell, but only took a flashlight across the iron fence, as long as he saw someone in bed. As for the room in 1316, I used a few pillows in the quilt to cope with it. Today's on-duty prison guard is Timothy's affiliate and will not enter his room to investigate.

In this way, he has at least ten hours to move, and if it goes well, he will have enough time.

Simon walked out of the prison area with the killer, and took out a uniform of the prison guard in the dark for him to put on. Using Simon ’s ID card, they quickly left the fifth zone, boarded a prison guard's special car parked by the road, and headed west of Rex Island.

The "Tenth District" in the night is not gloomy. The huge barge with five floors is like an ancient sea beast, and stands on the shore with magnificence. From time to time, the searchlights reflected dazzling light on its snow-white shell, and the parked vehicles and the two prison guards who stepped off the vehicle were fully photographed.

Killing the blue brim of the hat pushed down. Simon blocked the bright light in front of his hand and made an internal gesture toward the opponent. The searchlight immediately moved away.

They went to the pier. Even near the water's edge, there are wire grids everywhere. Rex Island is like a gate guarding against death, preventing any possibility of invasion and escape.

"Only the railings on the outer deck of the barge are not equipped with grids, because the hull is a closed space, and prisoners cannot go up to the deck." Saimen pulled out another ID card with a different color. "This card can be in the tenth area. Passing is a temporary card I went to for the shift last week. I haven't cancelled it, but I can use it to open the iron door to the deck. "

Sha Qing said, "Let's go with me. You know that until tomorrow, things will be revealed, and you will not be able to get rid of the relationship after investigation. I don't want you to be sentenced because of me."

Simon shook his head: "I can't be as desperate as you are. I don't have the ability to arrest or even be killed sooner or later. I would rather stay here honestly and wait for a legal decision."

Killing the silent for a moment, saying: "I am harming you and using you. As long as you yell or press the siren, you can stop all this and save your destiny. You must think clearly, Simon, this Too unfair to you ... You have done this for me, and now even if you send me back to District 5, I will not be dissatisfied with you. "

"If it's unfair, the whole **** society is really unfair to Sari and our family!" Simon answered flatly. "I have asked for help from the beginning to the end, and now I want to show A gesture of innocent being used, please forgive me for not being able to do it. Killing youth, I am your accomplice, I am willing and willing to be your accomplice, even if sentenced, I feel it is necessary to do so. This is my wish Even if you can't force me against my will, right? "At last he said half-jokingly.

Sha Qing sighed and hugged him vigorously, "Well, I owe you."

"You don't owe anyone, it's because they owe you." The goalkeeper Kassai put in his hands, "Go, kill the young man, my car can't stay here for too long, it will be suspected, the next way, You go by yourself. "

Sha Qing finally glanced at him and turned towards the barge.

He would smoothly climb to the deck, jump over the railings, jump into the sea, and silently escape from Rex Island. Under the water not far away, there is a civilian submarine waiting for him eagerly. This time, it will not escape like a seaplane on Luna Island in advance, because the owner of the submarine is fighting for the "500 million US dollars" in the blood card. "Even the soul can be sold to the devil without hesitation, not to mention just a mere law puppet.

District 5, prison cell 1317.

Timothy heard the sound of the iron door opening again, struggling to kick the quilt with his tied feet. The quilt covering his face was lifted, and he saw the face of the prison guard Simon.

"Hmm ..." Help me untie! He twisted his neck.

The shoelace is so tight that it is difficult to untie it with bare hands. "Just a moment," Simon said, rummaging around in the cell. Soon he found a homemade knife, which was lost by the players of Wolf Club while playing checkers. On the eve of the "war", he had seen the young man carry it.

Simon picked up the knife and walked over to the bed and bent over.

Timothy greeted the tied hands and feet toward the other side, suddenly feeling cold. This coolness spreads quickly from the chest to the body like an ice cone, and then the pain is long overdue. He opened his eyes in disbelief ...

Simon held Timothy with all the force and pressure to stop the opponent's dying struggle, until the strength of the struggle gradually weakened, and then slid down along the bed like a paralysis. He gasped aloud, his heart seemed to be torn apart under great pressure, nervousness and fear filled the brain, only blood flowing in his ears and the heavy breathing sound of the other side dying ... the sound was like a hacksaw Dragging back and forth in the eardrum, he covered his ears with trembling, shaking like snow and ice.

After a long time, the sound disappeared. Simon climbed into bed looking at his weak body. The party leader, who had once been violent, had taken a breath and died quietly in the dark cell of a prison when he was about to be released from prison. Until the moment before his death, his eyes remained unacceptably wide, as if he was still projecting an angry interrogation into the unknown black hands behind the scenes.

Simon's mood has basically calmed down. He took off the ring from Timothy's thumb, left the weapon in the corpse, pulled it off under a quilt, took off the thin rubber gloves, stuffed the ring with his ring into his pocket, closed the iron door and walked out of the prison area. In the empty duty room, he took his mobile phone out of the drawer and dialed a number: "It's done, he's dead ... I used a killing knife with his fingerprint on it, even if it wasn't, Someone can also prove that he won the sword ... I don't know where to kill the young man. I haven't seen him after the lights are off ... you can put the ring before I can give you the ring ... you put my parents first Yes, otherwise I'll throw the ring into the sea, have you heard the **** ?! "

He growled out of control, slammed the phone on the floor, then squatted down, covered his face with his hands, and whispered in the dark: "... I'm sorry, kill me ... Lord, Saria, forgive me ... "

In front of a floor-to-ceiling window in the Federal Detention Center in New York, Alessio sneered scornfully, dismissing the weak threats from the other end of the phone. He knew that as long as the old couple was in the palm of their hands, Simon would never dare to resist. Since he could revenge for this, he would naturally serve Timothy's life with the ring.

Farewell, brother, if it is in an ordinary family, I also hope to be a good brother with you, unfortunately ... Alessio shrugged with regret. As for killing youth, it will inevitably bear this black pot and welcome the fire of revenge from the Berardi family.

——The escorted prisoner came over and knocked on the iron gate with a batons to remind the time of departure. Sha Qing put the ring into his underwear pocket and got up to the door. Alessio couldn't help but grab his wrist and, before the other person flew away, attached to his ear and said, "Be careful ... everyone."

"I reminded you long ago, be careful of everyone--" Alessio's eyes seemed dimmed for a moment, but immediately filled with vigorous ambition. He opened the window, took a deep breath of the cold winter, and sighed out the second half of the words that were not spoken at the time: "Especially me."

(Dragon in prison · End)

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