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

As soon as the thought arose, Michael immediately extended his thinking along that line of thought.

In the blink of an eye.

Ding Ze's behavior, such as his calm reaction to the prison break plan, and his frequent communication with Westmoreland, Abruzzi, and Louis... all these unusual signs suddenly made sense...

'This guy doesn't need me; he already had a plan to leave...that's why he was so calm about my escape plan...'

Michael was already quite shocked and muttered to himself.

next second.

He couldn't help but shudder, and for the first time, he felt a real panic!

'Is this guy also going through the infirmary?!'

Such doubts popped into my head.

Instantly, Michael's body trembled, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

There is no other reason.

In his plan, there was only one way to escape this prison: through the infirmary!

Thus.

If Ding Ze had done it before him, regardless of whether he ultimately succeeded...

All attempts to escape this prison through the infirmary have been completely nullified...

Then he, and Lincoln… they're all finished!!!

'what to do!'

'what to do!!!'

this moment.

The agonizing feeling of being completely out of control easily enveloped Michael.

Michael was trembling, panicked and anxious, silently asking himself questions over and over again.

period.

The thought of getting rid of Ding Ze crossed my mind.

Furthermore, he did not immediately dismiss the idea.

In his opinion……

Ding Ze is a murderer who killed five people before he came in, and he obviously killed someone again during the battle between the police and criminals the day before yesterday...

Such a heinous murderer, his death is no big deal.

However, he did not make a decision on that matter.

Psychologically, he can't accept it yet, and he wants to find a better way to cope.

-

It's time for afternoon exercise.

Ding Ze woke up from his afternoon nap and got out of bed.

Michael sat on the bed with an extremely unpleasant expression.

"What's wrong with you?" Ding Ze asked, somewhat surprised.

Michael looked at Ding Ze with a very complicated expression for several seconds before shaking his head. "I was just thinking about something."

"What are you thinking about that's making you think like this?" Ding Ze said as he washed his face with water.

"About leaving," Michael replied.

Ding Ze washed his face and walked towards the prison gate. "Haste makes waste. Take it slow, there's no use rushing."

Michael then stood up and walked outside, saying in a deep voice, "I know, but I don't have much time, and I can't fail."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "In this life, who can guarantee that they will always be successful?"

Michael didn't say anything.

Having thought through so much, hearing Ding Ze say this now...

What a bummer.

Michael wanted to curse, but he managed to hold it in with great difficulty. Then, after a moment's thought, he asked, "Indeed, do you think we can succeed?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "I have confidence in you."

Fuck your mother!

Michael found Ding Ze's smile extremely annoying and cursed it viciously in his mind. Then, he fell silent and said nothing more.

Chapter 27 My Hands Are Itching

The PI has quite a lot of work.

After leaving the A-sector prison, Ding Ze, Michael, and the others were taken directly to work instead of going to the exercise field.

After working for a short while, the prison guards in charge of the watch went to the side to chat.

Lincoln then asked Michael beside him in a serious, low voice, "What happened?"

Michael shook his head slightly when Lincoln asked about the bruises. "I had a minor disagreement with Bagwell, but it's been resolved."

"T-bag? What's the conflict?" T-bag has a very good reputation, so Lincoln was even more worried and asked again.

"It was a misunderstanding. His girlfriend was killed before, and he thought I was the killer. It's been resolved now, and there won't be any more problems."

"How was it resolved?" Lincoln pressed.

Michael thought for a moment and then told Abruzzi about his involvement.

After hearing this, and knowing that Abruzzi was protecting him, Lincoln was somewhat relieved and asked, "What else happened?"

"Hmm?" Michael asked, puzzled.

Lincoln chuckled. "Don't try to hide it from me. Do you think I don't know you? Tell me."

Michael smiled when he heard this, "It's about Ding Ze, it's very troublesome."

Michael briefly explained his suspicions about Ding Ze.

Lincoln frowned deeply, instinctively reluctant to accept it, and lowered his voice, saying, "That kid is definitely plotting something, but plotting a prison break? And he just happens to be going through the infirmary??? That's impossible, isn't it?"

Michael shook his head. "Nothing is impossible... The infirmary is closest to the hospital wall, and the supervision is relatively weak."

"He is very smart, and he obviously did a lot of research before going to prison and knows a lot of people... If he wanted to escape, it would not be surprising, but rather quite reasonable for him to choose to leave through the infirmary."

Lincoln was silent for a few seconds, then understood, and couldn't help but feel a little bewildered. "You mean, he's like you? He did his research beforehand, and came in to take someone out?"

Michael had considered this possibility before and nodded, "That's most likely the case."

"Who is he going to take with him?" Lincoln couldn't think of a question for a moment.

“I bet there’s a good chance it’s Abruzzi,” Michael said, glancing furtively at Ding Ze.

Ding Ze is weeding.

The prison guards were right next to me.

He didn't have a chance to talk to Abruzzi, who didn't have to do any work and just stood there with a board, acting as a supervisor.

Lincoln glanced at Ding Ze and Abruzzi, only then fully realizing how complicated this matter was. "What do you plan to do?"

“I don’t know yet… I can’t report him, he knows our plan, but I can’t not stop him either, otherwise if he leaves first, our hope of getting out will be completely cut off,” Michael said with distress.

Lincoln, annoyed, scratched his head. "We can't just do nothing, can we..."

There was a pause.

As a street thug with no real achievements, Lincoln had already come up with a simple and brutal solution. After hesitating for a moment, he asked again, "Get rid of him?"

Michael paused for a moment, then said, “Let me think about it... If he really came in to rescue Abruzzi, he will be very difficult to get rid of.”

Lincoln wasn't stupid enough not to understand this: "Abruzzi couldn't protect him forever..."

Said so.

Lincoln knew perfectly well that Michael didn't want to do it. "If there's really no other way, I'll do it myself. That kid's a murderer. I won't feel guilty about getting rid of him."

“Let me think about it some more,” Michael said, looking at Lincoln with a complicated tone.

********

The prison guard in charge finally moved and stepped aside.

Seeing an opportunity, Ding Ze was just about to sneak over to find Abruchi.

As a result, Abruzzi took the initiative to come over.

Ding Ze then stopped moving and waited quietly.

“You’re in trouble,” Abruzzi whispered as he approached Ding Ze. “The brothers of those people you killed the night before last are probably going to come after you tonight, and I’m afraid I can’t protect you. You killed too many people indiscriminately, both black and white. You’ve offended too many people.”

Hear the words.