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

The reverse is also true.

The tension in their eyes was palpable.

A major battle is imminent.

"Don't fight tonight, I haven't gotten any weapons yet."

Ding Ze said silently.

In the original series, before the battle between the police and the guards, the prison guards, who were well aware that this battle was coming, launched a surprise operation to confiscate contraband from cell block A.

The operation hadn't happened yet, so during the day, he thought about it and decided not to go to the 'department store' to get a weapon.

There's no point in doing it; I'll have to throw it away anyway. Otherwise, if the prison guards find out, I'll be locked up in solitary confinement for a few days.

He was not happy about being locked up.

Fortunately.

The battle between black and white did not begin until the end of free time.

Ding Ze breathed a sigh of relief.

Time passes quickly.

The prisoners returned to their cells, the cell doors were closed, and the prisoners' nightlife began.

Wearing a long-sleeved shirt, Michael silently went to the pool and started washing clothes.

Ding Ze sat on the bed, leaned against the wall, looked at Michael, and smiled, "Michael, I've always had a question I wanted to ask you."

"Hmm? What's the problem?" Michael turned around and looked at Ding Ze, asking.

“Your tattoo is very interesting,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

“Mr. Ding, this is not a problem,” Michael said, his expression shifting slightly, without turning back.

"Don't rush, the problem is coming soon," Ding Ze deliberately lowered his voice, "The problem is, why is there an architectural blueprint hidden in your tattoo?"

As soon as these words came out.

hum!

Michael was shocked, his body stiffened, and he was completely stunned.

See this.

Hey.

Surprise, not unexpected?

Ding Ze smiled broadly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…..

Several seconds passed before Michael managed to force himself to hide his shock and replied as calmly as possible, "Mr. Ding, what are you saying? I don't understand."

This is interesting.

Ding Ze didn't hesitate and continued to provoke, "Really? That can't be right, after all, you're a genius. I'm curious, where did you get the blueprints for this prison?"

Thump!!!

Michael's expression changed drastically, and his breathing became much heavier instantly.

Following closely behind.

Having said all that, saying you don't understand would clearly do more harm than good, and would put you in a very passive position.

Michael wasn't one to be passive, so he immediately braced himself, turned around, and looked up at Ding Ze, who was sitting on the upper bunk.

Ding Ze had a bright smile on his face.

The two just stared at each other, neither of them saying a word.

For a while.

With a gloomy expression, Michael ultimately had no choice but to admit defeat. After all, he wanted to rescue Lincoln, and he couldn't afford the consequences of his plan being exposed.

Michael spoke up, making one last attempt, "Mr. Ding, you must be mistaken. Before I went to prison, I was an architectural engineer. My tattoo was just a design I created."

“Michael,” Ding Ze said calmly and nonchalantly, then provoked him further, “Are you sure you want to keep saying this? Your plan is to start in this prison. If you keep going like this, as your cellmate, I’ll have to change my mind.”

Michael: "....."

What the hell.

In an instant, Michael's face darkened, becoming as gloomy as the sky before a storm, overcast with dark clouds.

As a genius who habitually takes the initiative, excels at strategizing, and keeps everything under control, he believed that this rescue operation was unlikely to go awry...

Faced with such a huge mishap, Michael felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his head buzzing uncontrollably...

This state lasted for quite some time.

"Who exactly are you?" Michael asked in shock, trying his best to calm himself down.

Chapter 14 A Good Idea: Intimidating Bagwell

“I’m your friend,” Ding Ze said playfully. “See, I didn’t report you, did I?”

The feeling of being out of control was absolutely terrible for Michael.

Michael raised his hand to rub his forehead, thought for two seconds, and then asked, "What do you want?"

"Let's leave it on for now. I don't really want anything right now," Ding Ze said with a kind smile. "Is that alright with you?"

Michael didn't give a definite answer, saying, "I can't guarantee what will happen in the future."

“It’s okay, I’ll get whatever I want,” Ding Ze laughed, then joked, “Michael, don’t look so gloomy. We’ve laid our cards on the table and talked things out, which is a good thing. Now you can dig tunnels however you want, shouldn’t you be happy?”

showdown?

Nothing.

'You've revealed my hand, what about yours?' Michael thought, annoyed. 'From now on, we're on the same boat. If we want to get out, I need your help.'

“No problem, tell me what you need, a long screw?” Ding Ze’s playful side was aroused, and he asked with a smile.

"..."

How does this guy even know this?!

Michael is going crazy.

Due to his personality, or perhaps his controlling nature, Michael would never admit, "I'll tell you when I need your help."

After saying that, Michael turned around and silently continued washing clothes. In reality, his heart was in turmoil, and his thoughts were racing.

Losing control means the future is suddenly full of variables!

Michael cannot and is unwilling to take this risk and wants to find a way to mitigate it.

Ding Ze didn't care. He had had his fill of fun, so he didn't say much. He moved his body, lay down, and went to sleep.

******

Another new day.

The sun is shining brightly, and the weather is lovely.

Not long after they entered the playground, Westmoreland came over and quietly reminded Ding Ze, "The battle between those blacks and whites is today. Be careful."

"Thank you."

Westmoreland left immediately after speaking, without mentioning his decision at all.

Ding Ze didn't care. He leisurely strolled to a corner that was already familiar to him, sat down on the grass, and passed the time.

The battle between the police and criminals won't happen on this playground; it will only happen in Section A prison.

The reason is simple: there are sentries on high ground around the playground, and the prison guards on the ground are all armed with guns. They will open fire as soon as the prisoners start fighting.

Once the gunshots ring out, the battle must end.

In such a short time, you can't even kill a few people; that would be too boring.

He knew this, and the prison guards knew it too.

therefore.

He anticipates that the raids to seize contraband will take place around lunchtime.

He planned to get himself another weapon in the afternoon, and then, once the fighting started, he would take advantage of the chaos to release as many prisoners as possible.

This means...

Indiscriminate release of animals!

This behavior...

Can't think too much.

Overthinking will only make things difficult for yourself.

That's exactly what Ding Ze did.