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

After hesitating for a few seconds, Abruzzi nodded, "Yes."

Abruzzi is a gang leader, so he still needs to save face.

Ding Ze didn't want to provoke him too much, so he didn't say anything more and gave a direct answer, "What do you think of Miami?"

“??????” Abruzzi was a little puzzled. “It’s a nice city.”

"How about I put you in charge of Miami's underworld?" Ding Ze asked.

The voice reached my ears.

Abruzzi was no longer confused, but shocked. He stared blankly at Ding Ze and said, "As far as I know, you've never been to Miami."

Ding Ze understood what Abruzzi meant: "I have money, you have people, and I'm also very good at assassination. Is it that difficult for us to go to Miami and fight our way through?"

Abruzzi was speechless: "..."

is it hard?

It's hard.

But it's not entirely impossible.

The premise is that Ding Ze can really take down those local bullies who are currently active in Miami.

Abruzzi remained silent for a long time. Even he himself found it a little strange that, looking at Ding Ze, he did not feel that Ding Ze was speaking recklessly or spouting nonsense.

"What kind of assassination are you referring to?" Abruzzi asked after a moment's hesitation.

"It means that I can sit here and easily take care of anyone in this playground, including the prison guards," Ding Ze said calmly.

That statement is indeed an exaggeration at present, but not by much.

Does Abruzzi believe?

I can hardly believe it.

“How do you do that?” Abruzzi asked.

Ding Ze smiled. "Do you think I'd tell you?"

Abruzzi was taken aback at first, then laughed, realizing he had made a foolish mistake. "Want to try it out?"

“Do you know what Pope would do if another prisoner were poisoned right now?” Ding Ze didn’t agree. “I’m leaving. I can’t stay locked up in the cell any longer. You want me to prove I can do it? It’s simple. I’ll prove it to you when I get out.”

This makes sense.

The deaths of Big and the other two had nearly driven Popper insane.

Now that things have finally calmed down for a few days, who knows what Pope will do if something like that happens again.

“Okay,” Abruzzi nodded. “If you can really do it, after I get out and rescue my family, I’ll go to Miami with you and give it a try.”

Success.

Ding Ze smiled brightly, "Saving your family is very simple. If you don't mind, I can help you. It's just a Farzen, right? Just kill him and it's over."

Abruzzi laughed, "No problem."

Chapter 23 Coleman Appears, Lincoln's Threat

“Also,” Abruzzi agreed, then asked, “what should I do with your roommate? His plans seem to require my help.”

Ding Ze laughed, "Can you act?"

Abruzzi understood. "Of course."

"Then let's just play along for now. Give him whatever he wants."

"Okay, but why?"

"Because his departure is quite useful to me, you'll see later."

"it is good."

Abruzzi didn't say anything more.

The conversation is over.

*******

at this time.

Two guests arrived at Warden Pope's office.

Secret Service agents Coleman and Danny sat down at Pope's desk.

The transfer order that Coleman prepared for Michael was delivered to Pope's office last night.

Popper had seen it this morning, but hadn't paid much attention to it and rejected it outright. Now, looking at Coleman and the other man who had come uninvited and had just introduced themselves, he felt a bit of a headache.

"Are you two here because of Michael Scofield's transfer order?" Popper was certain that was the reason, but still wanted to confirm.

“To be precise, it’s about why you refused that transfer order,” Coleman said, his tone tinged with accusation.

Pope also had a temper. "These prisoners are my responsibility. I have the right to refuse to transfer them. This is none of your business."

Danny spoke up, his tone much gentler, "Warden, we're just asking for a small favor from a colleague."

Pope shook his head. "This is no small favor. I'm sorry, I can't help you."

“Warden,” Coleman heard, not wanting to waste any more words, “are you determined not to transfer Michael Scofield?”

Upon hearing this, Pope's expression darkened further, and he retorted, "Agent Coleman, did I go to your workplace to teach you how to do your job?"

Coleman smiled faintly, not replying immediately, but instead taking a document from his bag and handing it to Pope. “Warden, you know, in our line of work we often come into contact with some shady information. Perhaps this document will change your mind.”

Pope took the document, opened it, and his expression changed drastically. He slumped into a chair, and the anger in his eyes as he looked at Coleman was now crystal clear.

Witness this scene.

Coleman spoke up again, “Warden, you’re a smart man, I think you should know what to do.”

With that, Coleman stood up abruptly.

Danny then stood up as well;

“Warden, Michael Scofield needs to be transferred to another prison by tomorrow at the latest, otherwise, who knows what might happen.”

After uttering that threat, Coleman left with Danny.

Pope sat in the chair, lost in thought for a very long time.

-

Outdoor exercise time is over.

The remaining prisoners were taken back to their cells by the prison guards.

Ding Ze and Michael haven't gone back yet because they joined PI; they're currently mowing the lawn.

I worked for a little while.

Abruzzi, finding excuses and following Michael's instructions, successively moved Ding Ze and Lincoln to the storage room next to the lawn, and finally went in himself.

Time is limited;

As soon as Abruzzi entered the storeroom, he glanced at Ding Ze and then asked Michael with masterful acting skills, "What do you want to talk about?"

'This guy's acting is still pretty good.'

Seeing this, Ding Ze thought to himself, then took out two cigarettes and looked at Lincoln, "Want a cigarette?"

Lincoln, touching his balding head, paused, then said, "Okay."

There was some distance between them, so Ding Ze walked over.

soon.

The two of them smoked together.

Talk about it.

This was Ding Ze's first formal contact with Lincoln in the past few days.

The last time, which was also the first time they worked together, they had met, but they had never spoken.

At this time.

Michael spoke, exuding confidence and an air of complete control, "The four people here are our escape team. Let's take this opportunity to formally introduce ourselves."

Abruzzi's eyes darted around, and he continued his act, "This guy surnamed Ding is your roommate, you two escaped together, I can understand that. But what about Lincoln-Bruce?"

Lincoln took a drag of his cigarette. "I'm his brother."

Abruzzi didn't know this at all and looked at Michael with some surprise.

Michael ignored him and went straight to the point, "We have limited time, so let's not waste any more. There's only one purpose to this conversation: I need to confirm something, and to confirm that, I need your help, especially John's."

Abruzzi remembered Ding Ze's instruction to cooperate, so he replied, "What is it?"

“Outside the main gate of the prison, there are three roads leading in three directions. I need to know which police station's support will arrive the slowest if a prisoner's escape is discovered!”

"Only by confirming this can I make more reasonable arrangements for our departure."

That's what Michael said.