Zou Yu took his gaze off the paper with great difficulty, and raised his head to look at the ordinary thin young man who was close at hand, and his usual cold and proud eyes were all occupied by incredible emotions.
There was no need to repeat the background narratives that both the Imperials and the Confederalists remembered, it was enough for her to know who Huai Cao Shi was.
The identity of the other party and the fact that the shocking appearance of the Federation was like a whole bucket of ice suddenly stuffed into the extreme heat of midsummer, which was not so easy to swallow into the stomach quickly, so there was only one cool word left, and there were four more profound forks in her brain in an instant, difficult to think, shocked and speechless, and unable to return to her senses.
It would take a long time for ordinary people to digest such a shocking situation, but now what Huai Caoshi lacks most now is time, he risked his risk to enter the Xishan compound and admit his identity to Zou Yu, there is no way to spend more time convincing the other party, so looking at the other party's expression, his brows are slightly furrowed with some irritation.
However, Zou Yu is Zou Yu after all, she is not an ordinary person, she made a decision in a very short time, walked directly to the dresser, opened the drawer and took out a small instrument that can emit blue light, handed it to Huai Caoshi, and said silently: "You may need this, in addition, do you know the address" The first snow fell in the capital in late autumn, and in the bleak twilight, those uninvited snowflakes were covered with a pale red, and countless tons of burning confetti seemed to be slowly falling between the sparse forests.
These burning confetti fell on the flat and open lawn in front of the official residence, reflecting a faint luster, and the snow-white grass mixed with the green and twilight red, rendering a large pool of strange colors, much like the soldiers in dark green military uniforms in the 5460 glacier are bleeding.
President Pabur silently glanced at the snowflakes falling outside the window, turned around, and signed his name on the place where the death order was written on the table.
The staff of the official residence silently took the paperwork, walked out of the oval office, and handed it to the people who had been waiting outside.
Lee Jae-dao looked at the death order document in the hands of his subordinates and ordered: "After he dies, send the metal bracelet on his wrist." ” The Allure Military Prison at the end of the wasteland in Hulin Prefecture has been snowing for three days in a row, and the perfect reading energy system has kept this prison shrouded in a warm atmosphere, but the tirelessly falling snow flakes outside the window have made the prison officers feel a chill for no reason.
At lunch that day, Xu Le raised his shackles through the transparent wall to the vicious and terrifying felons, and said two seemingly meaningless words, and the prison authorities never let him out of the specially designed cell again.
The prison authorities firmly believe that those felons who have long been desperate and numb will never have any bold ideas because of those two sentences, and they firmly believe that with the perfect security control system of the Allure Military Prison, even if those prisoners want to do something, they will not have any chance.
But why do you still feel a little cold and nervous From the prison warden to the ordinary guard, looking at the falling snow outside the window, I always feel that my ears are still echoing with Xu Le's voice that day.
"Live humbly, or die happily."
"I want to live."
These two seemingly meaningless words seemed to have become formless and lifeless ghosts, floating around in the gloomy and desperate prison, floating for days, still not breaking and dissipating, muttering and repeating in everyone's ears all the time, buzzing in every dark cell.
In a cell on the second floor, a burly, bald-headed George was kneeling on his knees at the head of the bed praying, his expression unusually calm and reverent, his thick and powerful lips trembling rapidly, and he was rapidly narrating something in some Bermudan dialect.
There was not a single hair on the shiny bald head, and naturally there was no gray color, and no one knew that St.
George's real age was more than fifty years old, and that in this half-hundred long life, a full seventeen years were spent in this military prison.
The object of his prayer is a portrait on a mottled wall.
The portrait is framed by very simple red lines, vaguely visible as a bleeding man, resting on a cross.
The painting of the portrait can be described as poor, but for St.
George, who had no painting ability, it took him three years to paint this crucifixion with the blood in his own body.
Fortunately, there is nothing in this desperate prison, just time.
George had been kneeling and praying in front of this portrait for a day and a night, and his knees were worn out, and at last he felt the light of the Holy Light shining on his sinful body, and the incomparably warm, pious and terrifyingly distorted countenance gradually began to bloom with a feverish expression.
"Great Lord."
He prayed, almost groaning, "I saw your apostle, and the sun shone on him that day, and the handcuffs on his wrists glittered, just as you taught, that if we are firm enough, the nails of the cross are the caresses of the fingers of virgins, and the shackles are bracelets adorned with precious stones." ” George lowered his head, and the muscles in his neck that were as strong as iron pillars slowly flicked, and said in a low voice, "Great Lord, I will follow your apostles into battle. ” It was already night, and Monde looked at the night outside the prison through the glass window, there was no expression on his old face, and under the illumination of the searchlight, the process of those snowflakes falling was so clear and moving.
That guy said he didn't want to die, yes, who would want to die Although this world is not very beautiful, no, it should be said that it is so ugly, what kind of love, marriage and family are all disgusting maggots after the wrapping paper is torn off, but since they are here, how can they be willing to leave, at least there are such perfect and bright snowflakes.
I don't just want to live, I also want to get out alive, just like when I was a child, standing in the snow in Linhai Prefecture and spreading wild, opening my arms to feel the slight coolness of the snowflakes falling on the palms, Mender's shriveled lips opened slightly, and he laughed silently, and then thought: That guy should be able to easily break the tempered glass in front of him, but for himself, this transparent barrier that seems to not exist separates his snowflakes into two completely unconnected worlds, so unbreakable.
Retracting his gaze from the window at the snowy night, the old scholar slowly moved his slightly slender body to the bedside, and looked up with some difficulty at the entrance of the ventilation duct, beside his fingers was a pile of expensive fiberpaper prints.
As a scholar prisoner who can still contribute his wisdom to the Federation in a military prison and reduce the number of deaths for front-line officers and soldiers, he has certain petty privileges, such as newspapers, and this desperate prison has long been numb to the normal life of the prisoners, and does not care much.
Similar scenes also took place in other cells of Allure Military Prison.
In the corner cell, the famous pirate leader, who was known for his cruelty, took off the blindfold on his left eye, and showed a bloody smile on his wrinkled face.
In the cell on the third floor, which smelled of a strange smell, there was also an old man.
Because no matter how much the prison administration educates, they are unwilling to increase the frequency of bathing, and the old man's hair has become tangled.
It took a long time for the trembling and thin hand to separate the hair, and I don't know where the room was groping for a long time, but I actually found a sharp hard object, if you look closely, you can probably tell that it should be made of a human calf bone sharpened This was the last riot in the prison a few years ago, the old man secretly "removed" from a beaten prisoner, and then he patiently sharpened it into a sharp bone knife, and the prison metal detector could not distinguish human bones, so he hid it for several years.
Under the strict monitoring of the prison authorities, how the old man sharpened this calf bone into a bone knife is the puzzle that the prisoners are most interested in these years, one year, the old voice that has passed away, actually couldn't suppress the doubts, asked the old man face to face, the old man did not answer, just grinned stupidly, revealing a mouth full of intact and strong white teeth.
The old man hid his slightly shriveled body in the quilt, and happily stroked the bone knife through the faint light of the gap, the bone knife had already turned into bones and even had some dark spots, so old that he himself had forgotten the arduous process of getting this bone knife, and so far that he was about to forget why he was imprisoned in this prison.
The old man was a little confused, thinking that after he stabbed the child surnamed Lin, the mental hospital said that he was sick at first, why did the doctor in the court say that he was not sick The beautiful woman's face twisted so ugly, and she roared that she would not let herself die so simply and regret it for the rest of her life, and she only remembered the distorted face and the saliva with the smell of perfume on her face, but she really couldn't remember why all this happened.
I'm not sick, I just want to stab people, I just like to stab people, the old man hid in the quilt and whimpered angrily, his fingers clutched the yellowed bone knife, and then began to smile.
This group of the most notorious felons of the Federation was imprisoned in this military prison, without visitors, without letters, without parole, without execution, monotonously and horribly repeating the words, allowing time to wear away little by little their violent faces, strong physiques, ambitions and ambitions, until they were dying of old age, numb from the inside out.
Especially after the old voice was taken away by time, the old people who lost their spiritual leaders, lost the spirit and interest of fighting with the heavens and the earth and people, and indifferently watched life tick in front of them, but they still had to die.
It wasn't until the young, small-eyed man who didn't talk about it came back again, that in this desperate prison, there was suddenly a certain kind of life, terrifying and violent, without any justification, just to show the cold walls the vitality that he was still living.
The short hair that pierces the sky like a weed, gradually becomes more regular under the caress of his fingers, but the beard on his face struggles to grow out like a stubborn weed, Xu Le silently looked at the snow falling in the night sky outside the window, looked at the strange guy on the glass, and thought to himself that you with sloppy hair and beard are really like a passer-by who survives in the wasteland.
The death order arrived a few days later than expected, and taking advantage of this very important time, he made more thorough preparations, and had a good grasp of the surrounding environment of the military prison, such as the window glass in front of him, which was obviously specially processed, and could even withstand the attack of rockets, with his current strength, there was absolutely no way to force it open.
His cell was on the fourth floor, which didn't seem high, but it was actually very far from the ground.
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According to the information, the foundation of the Allure Military Prison is a single piece of granite protruding from the ground, and any attempt to jump directly off the ground or escape through the underground water system is not feasible.
Thinking of this, Xu Le silently stroked the metal bracelet on his wrist, his dark brows furrowed, and the information left behind by the seal included the structure of Allure Prison, but he did not leave any suggestions, it seems that the guy who has been imprisoned the most times in the universe has no experience in escaping from Allure.
Can he really become the first prisoner in history to escape from Allure Xu Le walked back to the bed in silence and sat down, his knees together, his right hand touched the connector of the data cable and held it tightly, he took a deep breath, and his body began to tremble violently.
Tick tick tick, smooth and rhythmic electronic synthesized sound sound.
The heavy alloy door of the cell slowly opened smoothly.
The federal special forces outside the door immediately woke up, showed a shocked face, raised the firearm in his hand, and aimed it at Xu Le beside the bed.
Xu Le didn't move, just lowered his head and calmly looked at the magnetic shackles on his ankles, and rested his hands quietly on his knees.
Immediately afterward, a series of slight clicks sounded inside the Allure Military Prison, each of which represented an opening of a cell.
The soft electron suddenly sharpened and began to alarm.
A shrill siren sounded to announce the official start of a riot in the Allure Military Prison, which had not been seen for a long time.
I don't know if it was the burning of the sheets or some other flammable material, the pungent smoke filled the entire prison in a very short time, and smoke billowed out of every cell, and it was not too difficult to understand the strange way to hide the fire for these old scoundrels who had spent most of their lives here.
The thick smoke blocked the view of most of the monitoring equipment, and the staff in the central control room of the military prison were extremely shocked to find that all the alloy doors of the prison cells were opened for some reason, and those criminals who were dying of old age but were still terrifying and brutal had escaped Thick smoke wafted from floor to floor, and shrill sirens mingled with the exaggerated laughter of the old thugs.
The sharpened yellowed calf bone suddenly stretched out from the smoke and stabbed one of the guards into the waist, splashing a splash of blood.
The old man with a slight body held the bone knife, and walked out excitedly and nervously, he stared at the big and confused eyes, walked through the smoke, and stabbed him in a daze when he saw the figure.
One, two, three, the old and weak body couldn't walk too fast, but the old man's steps were unprecedentedly easy, and he was very happy.
The sound of the baton breaking the wind sounded, and the old man was hit hard in the back, and he fell down in pain, and his trembling and thin hands tried to rub the painful wound, but he couldn't reach it, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
However, for some reason, the prison guard behind him was about to wave the baton again, but a puzzled look suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he touched his throat in pain, and fell straight down.
The old man who was holding the bone knife tightly climbed up with difficulty, his rickety body looked extremely short, he glanced at the guard's unconscious body with some palpitations, and said in confusion: "When there is smoke, you have to walk close to the ground, at least you have to keep your body a little bit, I don't understand this, and I don't know how your elementary school teacher teaches." ” After proudly recalling the escape education he had received, the old man leaned down again, clutched the yellowed bone knife, and slowly walked into the smoke, happily looking for the next guy to be stabbed.
Professor Monder, a former famous scholar of the Commonwealth, remained in his cell after the riot began, sitting on the edge of his bed staring at the fully open alloy door in a daze, his fingers twitching rapidly in the wall behind him, as if trying to dig out something.
He knew that even if he walked out of this cell, he would actually just walk into the prison inside, and there was no point, and the more developed the brain, the worse his physical strength would often be, and his body strength was not even enough to wield a heavy baton, but he didn't want to get out of the cell and be stabbed into a hollow by his crazy and violent companions in the smoke or smashed into a meatloaf.
As one of the most intelligent brains in the Federation, Professor Monder's contribution to the riot is reflected in the burning newspapers in the ventilation ducts above his head at the moment, and it is unknown what kind of biological agent he mixed in those newspapers, which can induce a faint poison after burning.
The smoke mixed with the smoke from the burning sheets in the rest of the cells caused great trouble for the prison authorities, and of course, Professor Monder was able to make the poisonous smoke formed by the burning of newspapers so obediently discharged down the ventilation duct to all parts of the floor, indicating that in addition to the biochemistry that the old man was best at, he should have had excellent aerodynamic results that year.
A very loud, shrill maniacal laugh rang out from the smoke, and a distinct reflection pierced through the dimly lit environment, a shiny bald head.
The sound of a heavy body crushing the floor slab sounded, and St.
George, who was nearly two meters high, was covered in blood, and he waved a large metal plate that he had picked up out of nowhere, like a majestic monster, and rushed towards the stairwell unstoppably.
All the obstacles that dared to stand in front of this devout and bloody cultist were all swept alive, whether it was the hard gate grille or the body of the guard, the ferocious momentum caused the smoke to twist rapidly, and the hard batons broke through it with a crackling sound, but with the shards of cement splattered everywhere, hitting the walls and falling on the bodies of several human bodies.
The bald George rushed to the third floor, and the terrible sound of gunfire rang out on the other side of the smoke, outside the cell on the fourth floor, hitting him in the chest with precision, bursting with a few puffs of blood.
He howled wildly, refused to fall, waved the heavy metal plate in his hand, and walked slowly and frantically towards the fourth floor in the rain of bullets, and in the dim smoke, the shiny bald head and blood-red eyes were so obvious that it was terrifying The small-eyed special operations unit on the fourth floor, who was in charge of guarding Xu Le's cell, coldly and calmly killed any prisoners who tried to get close to him one by one according to the authority granted by their superiors.
Allure Military Prison has countless plans to deal with the riot, even today's big scene, still did not make the prison feel the slightest panic, the central control room calmly issued an order, heavily armed soldiers are already on standby in the military garrison area, about to enter the cell area.
Once the prison forces enter the cell area, after first confirming the situation on the fourth floor, the bloody suppression of this inexplicable riot will begin.
However, at this moment, the alloy passage door connecting the military garrison area and the cell area suddenly had a violent explosion, and the huge explosion power directly caused the edge of the alloy door to deform, the precision lock was destroyed, and the prison troops could no longer enter the cell area in a short time "Farewell, my dear blindfold."
In the smoke, the old pirate leader squinted vigorously at the blind, and the blind, no longer blindfold and the false eyeball, the last resort of the former master, had not had the opportunity to use it for decades, and today finally caused an explosion.
The prison detection system captured this scene, and after a very short click, the old pirate fell to the ground with a bang, unable to get up again, staring at the alloy fence with a cloudy gaze, looking at the anxious Federation soldiers on the other side of the fence, coughing blood and holding back arrogant laughter.
The last resort that has been left for decades, at least it is to listen to a sound, provoke some movement, and not just follow his own blind death, it is worth it.
The smoke was creeping in, the sirens were screaming, and there were shouts, crashes and incoherent gunshots everywhere in the prison, Xu Le sat silently on the edge of the bed, his hands on his knees, and the veins at the tips of his eyebrows occasionally appeared, and then quietly returned to the dark skin.
There were four cold submachine guns pointed at him at the door of the cell, and no matter how crazy it was outside, the muzzles of these guns were always so steady that he would not hesitate to pull the trigger whenever he moved.
Because of Xu Le, the fourth floor of the Allure Military Prison was under the strict supervision of the small-eyed special operations force, and all the prisoners' malicious attempts were suppressed with powerful firepower, only the bald George, who had fallen into a semi-crazy state, was still carrying the heavy metal plate, roaring like a beast and rushing upstairs, the strong and tall body didn't know how many bullets he had hit, and the blood flowed recklessly, but he didn't realize anything.
In a very short period of time, the automatic defense system in the cell area was activated, the backup ventilation system began to exchange high power for air outside the prison, and the anesthetic firing valve next to the dim light in the corner began to shoot intensively.
The riot is still going on, but it is obvious that the Allure Military Prison has begun to gradually control the situation, and Xu Le, who is waiting for this opportunity, and only has this only chance to escape, is still motionless.
Suddenly.
A pillar of white light descended from the sky, instantly illuminating the dark snowy night, illuminating this rarely inhabited wasteland, tearing and melting hundreds of millions of fluttering snowflakes and blasting into this desperate prison To be continued: