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

Westmoreland nodded. "Of course I've thought about it, but I believe I can evade the FBI, at least for a few months."

Ding Ze took out a cigarette, handed one to Westmoreland, lit one for himself, thought for a moment, and didn't say that it was unrealistic, "Then what? Get caught, be sent back here, lose all preferential treatment, until you die of old age."

“I don’t care,” Westmoreland said firmly.

“Since you’ve said so, then yes, I can take you out,” Ding Ze gave an affirmative answer. “However, I do have a suggestion you can listen to.”

"Mr. Ding, please speak."

"You stay here quietly. After I leave, I'll arrange for your daughter to be transferred to a hospital in Chicago. I'll also find a few people to take care of her and bring her to visit you whenever she has time. This way, you won't have to run around hiding. You'll probably have more time to spend with her."

Westmoreland was genuinely surprised this time, his eyes widening considerably. "Mr. Ding, you're willing to arrange something like this for me?"

“After you leave, you’ll still have to hide and go into hiding, and you won’t be able to handle things like this.”

Ding Ze smiled and shook his head, "I don't need to hide or conceal myself."

As he spoke, Ding Ze gestured to Abruchi with his eyes.

Westmoreland immediately understood, "Abruzzi agreed to give you a new identity?"

"I haven't told him yet, but I think he'll help."

Westmoreland was taken aback and had no reply.

Several seconds passed.

“Mr. Ding, let me think… how much time do I have left?” Westmoreland asked.

"A few days, no rush."

Words spoken.

I saw.

Michael's grand plan was interrupted by Bagwell, and he left the stands in frustration.

Abruzzi, who had just finished making the call, headed straight for Michael.

Ding Ze didn't move. He withdrew his gaze and turned to Westmoreland. "I saw my roommate looking for you yesterday. He's very interested in you."

"It seems so."

“He’s a genius, a real genius. Before bringing you in, he did a lot of research and basically confirmed that you are DB Cooper. He will contact you again.”

"Invite yourself in?" Westmoreland asked, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

“It’s not important,” Ding Ze replied with a smile. “What’s important is that our conversation is limited to just the two of us, understand?”

“Understood,” Westmoreland replied.

Chapter 10, Hello, John Abruzzi. (Vote requested)

Chapter 10 John Abruzzi, hello. (Please vote!)

Westmoreland is a very special person among the prisoners at Fox River State Penitentiary.

With a record of not causing trouble for decades, Westmoreland became the only prisoner who could move freely between many places and have close contact with the guards.

Ding Ze chose to help this old man precisely because of this.

Because, for the time being, he wasn't sure how long it would take him to acquire the lockpicking skill, which meant he couldn't say how many more days he would have to stay here...

Therefore, considering that prison guards are almost impossible to kill, and that they are the local tyrants, they might target him and cause him trouble at any time...

He needs a precaution, namely Westmoreland.

now.

Westmoreland is in the same boat as him. If any prison guards ever try to get him, he can fight back thanks to Westmoreland!

Yesterday, he provoked Louis the Department Store. The same logic applied to getting two packs of cigarettes; it was just a side effect. His main purpose was to scare Louis with Bowman's death so that Louis could provide assistance if he needed to do something he couldn't do himself.

to him.

These advance arrangements may not always be needed, but they are essential; otherwise, you might be completely helpless when something really happens.

Watching Westmoreland leave, Ding Ze, a smoker, subconsciously reached for a cigarette.

At this time.

Not too far to the side, Abruzzi arrived in front of Michael, along with several of his men who had followed him.

Michael had been waiting for Abruzzi to come to him. As soon as Abruzzi arrived, he immediately took the initiative and said to him, "If you hire me, this will be very easy."

Abruzzi chuckled softly, "What do you want?"

"If someone can get you away from these high walls, do you have the ability to make that person disappear?" Michael posed a hypothetical question.

"Why do you ask that?" Abruzzi asked.

“Just out of curiosity,” Michael replied.

"Where is Fibonacci?" Abruzzi asked again.

“That’s not how it’s done,” Michael replied.

Abruzzi didn't say anything more, but took a few steps back. Several of his men saw this and immediately stepped forward to attack.

Michael wasn't intimidated. He stood up decisively and said, "Abruzzi, if they touch me, I'll touch you!"

“Heh,” Abruzzi sneered.

next second.

'Boom! '

A fist landed on Michael's stomach.

Michael flinched from the blow, then gritted his teeth and charged straight at Abruzzi, delivering a punch to him.

When the boss was beaten, several of his men immediately rushed over, forcefully pulled Michael aside, and began to beat him up.

See here.

Ding Ze chuckled. 'Comrade Abruzzi, you've had a terrible day. First, your men died right before your eyes, and now you've been beaten up by a newbie… awful.'

The beating didn't last long.

A prison guard on a nearby watchtower quickly noticed and, without hesitation, drew his gun and fired two shots at the ground next to where Michael and the others were. Immediately afterward, the prison alarm sounded, and several prison guards rushed over and subdued Michael and the others.

In no time.

All the prisoners involved in the fight were taken away.

Abruzzi didn't lift a finger; he was warned a few times by the prison guards, and that was the end of it. He wasn't taken away.

Capital is truly a wonderful thing.

Ding Ze smiled and shook his head gently.

After the prison guards led Michael and the others out of the exercise yard, the area quickly returned to normal, and the prisoners continued doing what they were doing, acting as if nothing had happened.

Abruzzi casually sat down on the bench, looked up at the sky, and a sadness gradually crept onto his already weathered face.

Honestly.

Ding Ze quite liked, or rather admired, this guy.

He thought Abruzzi was very charismatic.

-

He stared at Abruzzi for a few seconds.

Thanks to Michael's earlier commotion, the time was ripe. Ding Ze got up, walked over, and sat down comfortably next to Abruzzi.

"?????"

Seeing Ding Ze sit down next to him, Abruzzi was puzzled and began to seriously doubt whether his authority here had seriously declined.

'What do these two newcomers take me for?'

Without a word, Abruzzi looked at Ding Ze and spoke, "Newcomer, do you want to die?"

"No," Ding Ze shook his head, took out a cigarette, and asked, "Want a smoke?"

“You have one second to get out of here!!” Abruzzi threatened coldly.

Ding Ze didn't move. He took out a cigarette and lit one for himself. "John, I want to ask you a question. Which is more important, your life or revenge against Fibonacci?"

Having just been beaten up by Michael, Abruzzi was now being addressed by Ding Ze, a newcomer, with such disrespect, calling him by his full name. He was furious and stood up abruptly, ready to teach Ding Ze a lesson.

Ding Ze remained calm, smiled faintly, and whispered, "John, do you want to keep up with Quinn?"

As soon as these words came out.

Geek!

Abruzzi's expression changed drastically. He instantly understood the meaning of those words, and was shocked. He stared at Ding Ze in disbelief, "You?"

Ding Ze slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, without answering.

Abruzzi didn't want to die meaninglessly in a hellish place like Fox River State Penitentiary. His eyes lit up, and he suddenly smiled. "Interesting, very interesting!"

As he said this, Abruzzi sat back down on the bench. "Give me a cigarette."