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

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

The noise of the helicopter's rotating rotors traveled down from mid-air.

Upon hearing this, the prison guards and officers all looked up at the sky.

This look.

Good guy.

This group of escaped prisoners even has helicopters, and they even deployed three at once, flying in three different directions!

How the hell am I supposed to chase after him?

The prison guards and officers were completely dumbfounded.

Popp received the message quickly, froze, stood there for several seconds, rubbed his face hard, and then, unable to hold back any longer, burst into a tirade of curses.

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

The FBI's Chicago office received a call and inquired about the situation.

? ? ? ? ?

How long has it been?

Another prisoner has escaped from Fox River State Penitentiary?

And this time, five prisoners escaped at once?

One of them was a death row inmate who killed the vice president's brother?

What the hell is this joke?

Is Fox River Prison really a prison?

The FBI agents in Chicago were immediately in an uproar.

For a time, curses and swears filled the air.

But despite the criticism, it's my duty to do what I have to do.

The head of the FBI's Chicago office, while cursing, dispatched the agency's helicopter, then quickly contacted the air traffic control, and finally called Ma Hong!

no way!

Mahone is the most capable and best criminal catcher in the FBI's Chicago office!

Among these escaped prisoners was a high-profile death row inmate. The nature and impact of this matter were too serious, so Ma Hong had to be dispatched!

Ma Hong: "??????"

I'm in Miami, and I just ordered a mojito to relax a bit.

And you're telling me that another prisoner has escaped from Fox River State Penitentiary?

Are you kidding me?!

"Is it really not that the warden who released them?" Ma Hong genuinely doubted that this was possible.

The head of the FBI's Chicago office rubbed his forehead. "I suspect it too! Anyway, come back immediately! Compared to Lincoln Bruce, Ding Ze and Abruzzi aren't as important for now!"

Ma Hong could understand, so although he was very unwilling, he could only obediently accept the order. Besides, there was no use in not accepting it.

Ding Ze and John Abruzzi have vanished again, and the day when they will be successfully captured seems to be a long way off.

“I’m going back right away,” Ma Hong replied, downing his mojito in one gulp, tossing down the money, and heading straight for the airport.

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the other side.

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

Sucre hesitated. "Can't we just get rid of him without killing him?"

"Where are you taking it?" Ding Ze asked with a smile, knowing Suker's personality.

“Send him to Mexico, so he can’t come back,” Sucre thought for a moment and replied.

“That would be too much trouble, and what if he comes back?” It was still quite a distance from Oswigor, and since they had nothing else to do anyway, Ding Ze joked, “What if Marie Cruz can’t forget him?”

Upon hearing this, Sucre immediately became agitated, his eyes widening as he exclaimed, "Impossible! My Mary Cruz isn't that kind of woman!"

“Human hearts are unpredictable,” Ding Ze glanced back and chuckled. “In my opinion, it would be better to kill him and end it all.”

Sucre paused for a few seconds, then said, "Let me think about it."

“Okay, no rush,” Ding Ze replied with a smile.

The car fell silent.

Before we knew it, about thirty minutes had passed.

Ding Ze suddenly saw a roadside sign indicating that there was a lake not far ahead. "Hey, there's a lake ahead. Let's take a detour and stop by the lake for a bit. You guys can take a bath, otherwise I'll really stink to death."

Michael and his five teammates were actually quite bothered by their own stench and wanted to wash themselves, but...

"Is everything alright?" Michael asked, his voice low and serious. "We're probably being chased by who knows how many people are after us right now."

“No problem. Don’t overestimate the capabilities and efficiency of law enforcement. Besides, I’ll make sure you don’t get caught before we get to Oswigo,” Ding Ze said confidently.

Michael pondered for a moment, then said, "Okay."

Lincoln naturally had no objections.

The other three looked at each other.

Benjamin Franklin wanted to speak, but he was too afraid of Ding Ze, and in the end, he didn't dare to say anything.

Sucre and T-bag remained silent.

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

We arrived at the lake.

I saw.

About forty or fifty meters away, there were several cabins in the woods.

The huts were pitch black, without a single ray of light. Considering it was not yet nine o'clock, Ding Ze judged that there should be no one in those huts. However, after thinking for a moment, he still called out to Mickey, "Mickey, go check those huts."

Mickey nodded readily, quickly got out of the car, drew his pistol from his waist, and headed towards the cabin.

Ding Ze had already gotten out of the car and was about to call Michael and the other four to come out and take a shower when he suddenly remembered something.

'These kinds of cabins in the woods are quite famous in America, like Jason's...'

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

Mickey, who was not afraid at all, became a little scared after hearing this. "Boss, don't talk nonsense at night!"

Ding Ze smiled, said nothing more, and called Michael and the other four out.

Not long after.

Michael and his five friends arrived at the lake, went into the water, and splashed around for a while.

Interestingly, T-bag cleverly distanced himself from Michael and the other three.

Ding Ze sat on the shore, lighting a cigarette. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but think that T-bag was indeed very clever.

After a few minutes.

Mickey returned safely and sat down next to Ding Ze. "They're all empty houses, nobody's here."

Ding Ze exhaled a puff of smoke. "We still need to be careful. Who knows where a murderer might be watching us?"

“…” Mickey wanted to complain, but he couldn’t hold back, “Boss, even a murderer would be scared and run away if he met you, what’s there to be afraid of?”

Ding Ze shook his head. "What you said is wrong. For example, if I knew a murderer, I would turn around and run away immediately if I encountered him."

Mickey suddenly felt that Ding Ze wasn't talking nonsense, and became a little curious, "Who?"

"A deformed man who lives by Crystal Lake, a guy named Jason."

“Crystal Lake?” Mickey asked. “Never heard of it. Is that Jason anything special?”

“It’s incredible. Jason is unkillable. You can riddle him with bullets and chop off his head, and he still won’t die.”

Mickey was now completely certain that Ding Ze was talking nonsense. "Boss, you're just spouting nonsense. There's no such thing as someone who can't be killed!"

"Hehe, you don't believe me, do you? I'll send you to Crystal Lake to see for yourself, and then you'll know."

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

"It's a word."

Mickey, tired of continuing the topic, asked, "Boss, what's the point of going to all this trouble to help these prisoners escape? They don't seem like anything special to me."

"Nothing special?" Ding Ze asked back, "Don't you usually watch the news?"

Mickey shook his head. "I don't want to look."

“Hmm, no problem,” Ding Ze said, understanding Mickey’s situation. He then pointed to Lincoln Bruce and said, “That guy is Lincoln Bruce. He supposedly killed the current vice president’s younger brother. He was supposed to be sitting in the electric chair soon and get shocked.”

Although Mickey doesn't usually watch the news, he had heard about this incident and was immediately surprised, "So it was him!"

“It seems you know, that makes things easier. Lincoln-Bruce was framed, and he’s escaped now. Our female vice president will find a way to get rid of him… The question is, do you see that handsome guy?” Ding Ze pointed to Michael Scofield again. “That handsome guy is called Michael Scofield. He’s a real genius and Lincoln’s brother.”