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

Michael paid no attention to such words. "I want to ask you for a favor."

Ding Ze rubbed his eyes, finding it quite strange.

It's unbelievable that someone like Michael would be so humble.

Strangely enough, Ding Ze became more awake, sat up, took out a cigarette, lit one, and said, "Tell me about it."

Michael cut to the chase without beating around the bush, “My application didn’t work, and the warden insists on transferring me tomorrow morning.”

“I know you’re planning to leave here, and I’d like to ask you to take Lincoln with you.”

Ding Ze smiled.

So that’s what happened.

Sure enough, Michael had already figured it out.

Ding Ze wasn't too surprised by this, and smiled as he took a drag of his cigarette.

Take the Lincoln with you?

impossible.

That would be asking for trouble.

Lincoln, in a way, is like Conan; wherever he goes, people die.

but…….

'This seems like an opportunity,' Ding Ze thought for a moment, his smile widening. 'Perhaps I can let you stay.'

Upon hearing this, Michael couldn't believe it and immediately asked, "How do I do it?"

Ding Ze laughed, "I won't help you for nothing. If I help you, you'll have to do something for me sometime in the future. Is that alright?"

Michael frowned slightly. "What is it?"

“That’s the key point: whatever I mention, you have to do it,” Ding Ze said with a smile, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

Michael was incredibly intelligent, and upon hearing this, he naturally understood that what Ding Ze wanted him to do next would definitely not be anything good.

Michael hesitated, hesitating for quite a while.

"It's not very meaningful for me to stay! Your way of leaving here conflicts with my way of leaving here. Unless you promise that it will absolutely not affect our departure, I would rather be transferred away."

Michael chose to bargain! He used this opportunity to resolve Ding Ze's problem.

By this time, the cigarette was almost finished. Ding Ze stubbed it out, then smiled and shook his head at Michael, "First of all, you have no bargaining power."

"Secondly, the world is not black and white; it's very complex. You think you're smart enough to make things go the way you want? To that, I can only say you're naive."

"Finally, I can promise that you and Lincoln will both leave here alive, and I will help you leave."

"Alright, that's settled. Think it over yourself."

"Furthermore, I sincerely suggest you think it over carefully, because if you agree to do something for me and then back out, I can only say that I am not a good person."

Ding Ze finished speaking in one breath and then lay down.

Michael froze, speechless for a long time.

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About half an hour passed.

Michael made his decision and reached out to push Ding Ze again.

Ding Ze was just about to fall asleep when he got a little irritated. "Have you thought it through?"

Michael nodded. "I've thought it through. I can agree to your request, but in the future, the things you want me to do absolutely cannot include murder."

This request is not unusual.

“Okay,” Ding Ze didn’t need Michael to kill anyone, so he readily agreed and then offered a way to stop the transfer to prison: “You should be able to access the air conditioning system in Area A. Go and turn off the air conditioning, and it would be better to turn on the heating.”

“There are still three or four hours until dawn. If those prisoners are kept in the heat for such a long time, some of them will definitely go crazy in the morning.”

"At that time, this place will most likely be in chaos..."

“Once things get chaotic, I can proceed to the second step and make sure Pope changes his mind.”

Michael asked, "What's the second step?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "I know a huge secret about Pope."

Michael understood. "Threaten him?"

Ding Ze nodded. "Mm."

Michael thought for a moment and noticed something illogical about Ding Ze's plan. "Then why create chaos? Why don't you just threaten him directly?"

"Am I looking for death? After threatening me, how am I supposed to live my life?" Ding Ze retorted.

Michael was speechless for a moment. "Then how are you going to threaten him?"

“Use someone else to secretly pass the message to Pope… It’s best you don’t know the specifics of how,” Ding Ze said. Then, without giving Michael a chance to ask any more questions, he waved his hand and said, “That’s the method. Whether you do it or not is up to you. I’m exhausted. Think about it yourself.”

After saying that, Ding Ze closed his eyes, clearly indicating that he did not want to continue talking, and quietly waited for Michael to make a choice.

He believes there's a 90% chance that even if he realizes that creating chaos is a bit off, or even unnecessary, Michael will still do it.

There is no other reason.

Rescuing Lincoln had almost become Michael's obsession.

Moreover, Michael had no other choice.

This is indeed the case.

Michael thought about it for a moment and realized that creating chaos was obviously problematic. Ding Ze clearly had other motives, but he gritted his teeth and still chose to do it.

"Fine, I'll do it your way!" Michael said helplessly and frustratedly, and started to move.

About twenty minutes later.

The cold air in Zone A gradually disappeared, and then the warmth slowly spread throughout Zone A.

Time passes quickly.

Before we knew it, it was past five in the morning, and the sky was just beginning to brighten.

One by one, the prisoners were woken up by the heat, either sweating in bed or getting out of bed and becoming restless, calling out to the prison guards.

"Prison guard!! It's fucking hot! Is the air conditioning broken or something?"

"Turn on the air conditioning!!! Who the hell can stand this temperature?!"

"Prison guard!! Where the hell have you been?!"

In just a short while, shouts from Area A rose and fell incessantly, and the language became increasingly heated.

In the guard cell outside the gate of Block A, Roy and the other guards on the night shift were already suffering from poor sleep due to the heat and were feeling very uncomfortable. On top of that, they were being constantly insulted by these filthy prisoners...

Who can bear this?

"Shut up!!!" Roy roared, enraged. "Anyone who dares to utter another word will be put in solitary confinement!!!"

-

The threat of solitary confinement is indeed effective.

The prisoners, who had been shouting for a while, stopped hurling insults in unison, but didn't shut up. Instead, they made a slightly nicer request.

"Prison guard, it's fine if you don't let us swear, but you should at least fix the air conditioning!"

"It's almost hotter here than in Africa, are you trying to kill us with the heat?"

"Just move your finger and ask what's going on!"

"..."

Roy wasn't Berwick; he wasn't as domineering. Faced with these requests, he hesitated for a moment, then stopped threatening and instead turned on the walkie-talkie to explain the situation and ask the prison's maintenance workers to handle it as soon as possible.

"Stop yelling, bear with it. The repairman starts work at eight and will take care of it after he starts work," Roy said.

It's only a little past five o'clock...

That means it will take at least another two hours to heat up.

For a normal person, two hours or so is not a big problem, even if the entire A area is already like a steamer on a boiler.

However, most of these prisoners are violent individuals who thrive on chaos and have absolutely no connection to the word "normal"...

So, does that mean we'll have to stay in the steamer for another two hours?

joke!!!

So, of course.

The commotion, which had just subsided slightly, erupted again.

Many prisoners started cursing again, and this time they cursed even more fiercely than before.

Face this scene.