People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Pope's outburst caused the previously noisy prisoners to inexplicably stop their commotion and begin discussing amongst themselves.

"I'm saying, there's probably a serial killer here..."

"He's also a serial killer who can kill without anyone noticing..."

"Holy crap, who's so awesome?"

"..."

"The key question is, who will be next?"

"WTF!! Don't you dare say that!!!"

"But that's the truth, or do you think that serial killer will just stop like that?"

"Fxxk, I have a feeling it could be me??? No way!" As he spoke, one of the prisoners panicked and shouted towards the cell door, "Guards! Guards! I want solitary confinement!! Quick, take me away!!"

As soon as these words came out.

"I want to be sentenced to solitary confinement too!"

"And me, and me!"

“Prison guards, I confess! I’ll confess everything! Actually, your mothers often come to see me. I’m your stepfather!” one of the guys suddenly shouted.

"What the hell..." Many of the other prisoners were stunned, never expecting that this could be done.

So, the next second.

"Me too, actually I've slept with all your moms!"

"I am your biological father!"

"Good son! Come and take your father away!"

"Hurry up, if I die, you'll all be without a father!"

"..."

One after another, words that would have been considered suicidal in the past were echoing in the A-section prison.

The prison guards on duty were completely dumbfounded: "??????"

Ding Ze was also quite shocked, 'What?! This works?!'

Chapter 9: Released from Confinement, Got It (3rd Update, Please Vote)

evening.

The cafeteria was turned upside down, and a bunch of murder weapons and irregularities were found. A bunch of items suspected to be poisons were placed in front of Pope.

All the suspects were searched, but nothing was found.

The solitary confinement in Block A has been in effect for almost 24 hours. After all the prisoners’ requests for solitary confinement were ignored, their frustration, fear, and the ensuing anger were almost overwhelming.

therefore.

At this point in time, Popper has a difficult choice to make!

Should we lift the Level 1 confinement order before dark and let the prisoners in Area A out for a bit of fresh air?

If this rule is lifted, there's no guarantee that prisoners won't die on the exercise yard again.

If this policy isn't lifted, the prisoners will definitely riot if they continue to be kept in this way... Moreover, there's a certain probability that some prisoners will still be poisoned to death in the jail.

Both options were terrible; it seemed like either way, some prisoners would die.

However, let's stick to the facts.

It would be better to lift the confinement and treat him better.

After all, he was about to retire and enjoy his retirement, and the riots in the prison during his final days were not a good thing for him.

Pope thought it over and over, and finally, despite the difficulty in accepting the possibility that some prisoners might die as a result, he gritted his teeth and chose to lift the solitary confinement.

people.

Ultimately, you should think more about yourself.

Section A prison.

"Let us have some fresh air!" a prison guard shouted.

Then, with a hissing sound, one cell door after another opened, and one after another, the irritable prisoners emerged from the cell, shouting and obediently lining up to walk out.

Most of the prisoners were in good spirits; the fear of death they had felt not so long ago had faded considerably... Since they couldn't escape it, they might as well go to hell!

A hint of happiness appeared on Michael's usually melancholic and serious face.

Ding Ze was in the same boat... Being trapped in such a small cell for so long, with nothing to do but sleep and daydream, it was truly unbearable.

soon.

The prisoners were taken to the exercise yard and began to move around freely.

Most of the prisoners immediately began to release their pent-up energy.

Louis, the 'department store' owner, did not do that. Instead, without the slightest hesitation, he ordered his men to fetch the cigarettes and matches that Ding Ze wanted.

Westmoreland didn't vent his anger. He picked up the tabby cat and headed straight for the payphone booth to call and confirm about his daughter.

Michael walked straight toward the stands, trying to get his hands on the long screw.

As usual, Ding Ze went to a corner where he wouldn't get in the way, stretched his limbs, and enjoyed this brief moment of freedom with an innocent expression.

After a while.

Berwick quietly walked to the barbed wire fence closest to Abruzzi and whispered a greeting to him.

Abruzzi got up and walked over. "Boss, what's up?"

“Your people told you to make the call,” Berrick said, and walked away.

Abruzzi lifted his foot and moved toward the phone booth.

*******

The sun gradually set in the west.

Louis, the 'department store' who was indeed very fast, looked at Ding Ze from afar, hesitated for a moment, and then ordered his men, "Don't follow us."

After giving his instructions, Louis walked alone towards Ding Ze.

Ding Ze noticed this, glanced at Louis's expression, smiled slightly, and, not believing that Louis was there to cause trouble, waited quietly.

Louis went to Ding Ze's side and, since Ding Ze was sitting on the ground, quickly sat down next to him.

Before Ding Ze could say anything, Louis turned his head to look around, making sure no prison guards were watching, and then quickly took out cigarettes and matches from his pocket and stuffed them into Ding Ze's shirt pocket.

“Brother, what do you want?” Louis said in a low voice, somewhat apprehensive.

"Thank you," Ding Ze said with a smile.

"You're welcome, it's what I should do. I'm sorry about yesterday, I was stupid and didn't understand the situation," Louis sincerely apologized.

"It's okay, it's all in the past. I'm not one to hold grudges."

"That's good, that's good," Louis breathed a slight sigh of relief, then hesitated for a moment, feeling the need to confirm, "So, big brother, am I alright now...?"

“How would I know? This is a prison. You never know when someone might stab you. But I have a cigarette now, and I probably won’t bother you until I finish it,” Ding Ze naturally knew what Louis was asking.

Louis relaxed completely this time and smiled. "Brother, don't worry. Just let me know if you run out of cigarettes. I may not have anything else, but I have plenty of cigarettes. I guarantee you won't run out of cigarettes."

"Then I'll thank you in advance. You're too kind."

"Brother, you're too kind. You go ahead with your work, I won't bother you any longer."

"it is good."

Louis happily went back to where he came from.

See this scene.

Ding Ze couldn't help but smile, finding it amusing. He then took out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking.

There were other prisoners smoking in the exercise yard, but it was fine.

-

Finished a cigarette.

Westmoreland walked over and squatted down next to Ding Ze.

“Mr. Ding,” Westmoreland greeted him and got straight to the point, “I just made a few phone calls to confirm what you told me yesterday.”

Ding Ze smiled faintly, "And then?"

“I only want one million for my daughter, and the rest is yours. But I have one condition,” Westmoreland said.

"Take you out?" Ding Ze guessed that was it.

indeed so.

Westmoreland wasn't too surprised and simply nodded, "I haven't been able to spend much time with her in my life, so at times like this, I want to spend more time with her."

“Have you considered that if you go out, you’ll actually have less time to spend with her?” Ding Ze asked. “From the moment you leave, the FBI will be after you relentlessly. Going to see your daughter will probably only make things more complicated.”