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Sarah's face clearly showed worry. She glanced at Ding Ze, who seemed to be looking at them with great curiosity in cell number 40, hesitated for a moment, and then decided not to ask any further questions. She simply called out to the prison guard, "Help me take Berwick to the infirmary."

Not long after.

Berwick, looking like a dead pig, was carried out of Area A.

Witnessed this scene.

The majority of prisoners in Area A were making a huge ruckus, almost like they were setting off firecrackers.

This shows just how many evils Berwick had committed.

Only a small number of individual prisoners did not participate in the revelry for the time being.

For example, there was the white prisoner who had inexplicably experienced being in a vegetative state, and there was also Louis, filled with fear, and Abruzzi, deeply shaken...

For example, there's C-NOTE Franklin, who had long sensed something was wrong with Michael and had been trying to figure it out.

At this moment, Franklin was looking at Ding Ze with utmost seriousness, while his thoughts raced.

Michael's disappearance gave him a hint, making his doubts take shape and become clear.

'That kid is plotting a prison break!'

Berwick's sudden collapse made him think about some things.

He instinctively felt certain that Berwick's collapse was definitely not an accident.

After all, what are the chances of such a coincidence?

Just as Berwick was about to beat Ding Ze up, about to strike him with his stick, he suddenly collapsed.

He believed that Berwick's downfall was definitely related to Ding Ze.

This way.

Ding Ze took down Berwick without even making contact with him... What kind of covert methods did he use?

He thought of poison!

The reason is simple: when he was in the army, he had heard about the use of poison in cases involving torture and forced confessions.

and then.

He thought of Big and the other two who had been poisoned to death before...

The killer who poisoned Big and his two companions has yet to be found...

'Could it be this kid?'

Franklin silently recited the words, then smiled, a good idea forming in his mind.

He was certain that Michael's disappearance this time was just the prelude to a real prison break.

why?

Because Ding Ze is still alive.

As a prisoner, Michael had very little free time, and during that limited time, he and Ding Ze were almost always together.

Therefore, Michael's prison break plan must have included Ding Ze.

Ding Ze is still alive today...

Given this, how can we not seize this opportunity?

He believed that if the threat was effective, he could escape with them...

So, who are we threatening...?

Heh, that's obviously a threat to Ding Ze, after all, Ding Ze is very likely the murderer who poisoned Big and the other two...

Franklin became more and more excited as he thought about it, and his smile deepened.

As for the fact that Ding Ze is a murderer, and that his methods of killing were particularly covert, making him a dangerous element...

He wasn't worried and was confident he could handle Ding Ze.

-

Because of the angle, Ding Ze didn't notice Franklin's gaze. After Berwick was carried away, he looked away, lay down on the upper bunk, and waited for Michael to appear.

Time passes quickly.

Pope rushed over from home, accompanied by several prison guards, and dashed into the office like the wind.

one look.

Michael was in his office, leaning against the support pillar of the 'Taj Mahal'.

Upon seeing Michael, Pope was a little confused and asked, "You've been here the whole time???"

Michael feigned confusion, "Yeah, didn't you say I could stay here?"

Pope frowned and turned to the prison guard standing outside the door. "Mike, what's going on?"

Mike was embarrassed and a little flustered. "Maybe I missed it. I only glanced at the door..."

"Is this how you do things?" Popper scolded.

"I'm sorry, I promise I won't do it again," Mike apologized immediately.

Pope didn't dwell on it and ordered, "Tell them to turn off the alarm."

After saying that, Pope turned to Michael, "Michael, that's all for today. Go back to your cell and get some rest. You'll be transferred tomorrow morning."

As soon as these words came out.

Michael, who was about to leave, suddenly froze, unable to believe it. "Warden! You can't do this! I wrote an application!"

Pope kept a straight face, concealing the helplessness on his face. "This is my prison, of course I can do this!"

After saying that, Pope didn't say anything more, and simply called to the prison guard next to him, "Take him back!"

Upon hearing this, the two prison guards moved simultaneously, grabbing Michael's arms from both sides.

Out of control again!!!

And it's absolutely out of control!

Michael, who had just managed to figure out the route and regain some composure, couldn't bear the reality any longer and lost all the composure he had maintained since entering Fox River State Penitentiary!

Michael screamed frantically, "Warden!! You can't do this!!! Three weeks!! Just give me three weeks! Warden..."

Little by little, Michael was carried away by two prison guards, and the shouting gradually faded away.

Silence returned to the warden's office.

Pope raised his hand and roughly wiped his old face, then looked at the 'Taj Mahal' and gradually lost in thought...

-

Back in prison.

Michael, with a cold face, glanced at Ding Ze, who was lying on the upper bunk and watching him, then silently walked to his own bed, sat down, and began to take deep breaths in silence.

He felt he had reached a dead end, and there was absolutely no way to revive the situation...

What can be done?

The warden insisted on transferring him, and the transfer was scheduled for tomorrow morning...

Time was running out, and he was still locked up in this cell, his freedom was restricted, and he couldn't even make a phone call...

Is this really how it's going to end?

Despair filled his chest. He was unwilling to accept it, he wanted to struggle, but the intense feeling of powerlessness, like a raging flood, tightly enveloped him...

Michael felt like he couldn't breathe.

Ding Ze lay on the upper bunk, fully aware of what had happened to Michael. After thinking for a moment, he decided not to disturb him, closed his eyes, and simply fell asleep.

Time flies, and I don't know how much time has passed.

suddenly.

Michael, his eyes bloodshot, looked up at the bunk above him.

He thought for hours, but couldn't come up with any good ideas. He could only think of one method with a slim chance of success, a method that he found absurd just to think about...

What method?

He planned to ask Ding Ze to take Lincoln out with him!

How ridiculous.

During the day, they were still considering getting rid of Ding Ze, the murderer, but only half a day later, the situation has completely reversed, and they're now making demands of Ding Ze...

Unfortunately, there's really nothing we can do.

then.

With a determined look, no matter how absurd or how slim the hope, Michael decided to give it a try. He stood up and gently nudged Ding Ze.

Ding Ze was fast asleep when he was woken up by being nudged. He opened his eyes groggily.

As a result, Michael looked like a completely different person, with a haggard face and red eyes.

"Good grief, are you trying to scare me by pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night?" Ding Ze said, somewhat speechless.