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

then.

With a determined look, Lincoln nodded in agreement and said no more, "Okay, I'll do my best. Also, you need to be careful. Ding Ze contacted T-bag yesterday and it's very likely that he reached some kind of agreement with T-bag."

"T-bag is a scoundrel; who knows what he might do?"

Michael nodded. "Okay, I understand. I'll be careful."

And so the visit ended, and the two brothers went about their respective tasks. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 216 Whistler, Sucre, and Marie Cruz

Sona Prison.

T-bag, who can thrive in any prison once he gets familiar with it, had already secretly found out about Whistler's situation yesterday. He knew what Whistler had done and the special reward given by the mayor of Panama: any prisoner in Sona prison who kills Whistler can have their trial expedited, go through the process, and then be released and regain their freedom.

So, naturally, T-bag had another idea.

As the old saying goes, it's better to rely on yourself than on others.

Rather than relying on Ding Ze to leave this godforsaken place, it would be better to kill Whistler and leave openly and honestly.

at this time.

T-bag, enduring the stench, searched inch by inch in the sewer, and tried to lie, "Whistler, someone sent me to rescue you. Where are you?"

Whistler was a shrewd man, and he would not be fooled by such a trick. He remained silent, motionless, and made no sound.

T-bag believed the information Ding Ze gave him and was certain that Whistler was somewhere here. Unwilling to give up, he continued to search repeatedly, whispering his deception.

on the ground.

Back in prison, Michael frowned slightly, looked around, and tried to find T-bag.

As it turned out, we didn't see it.

T-bags were nowhere to be found.

Michael immediately realized something was wrong and quickly went upstairs.

About seven or eight minutes later.

The results came out: the T-bag was missing.

Michael's mind raced immediately, because he was certain that T-bag couldn't have escaped; there must be a connection somewhere here...

In no time.

Michael then realized a possibility.

underground!

The T-bag is underground!

Why underground?

Ding Ze tells T-bag that Whistler is hidden underground!

The thought flashed through Michael's mind, and he didn't dare to hesitate for a moment. He quickly rushed towards the underground entrance.

Soon, Michael heard T-bag's voice from afar. Then, his eyes darted around, and he quietly looked left and right, finding a weapon.

With his weapon in hand, Michael didn't waste any time and quietly moved towards T-bag, following the sound.

Walked for a few minutes.

Michael vaguely spotted T-bag in the distance and followed closely. After hearing what T-bag was saying, he confirmed his guess.

Whistler is indeed hiding somewhere here!

Having confirmed this, Michael didn't delay. He immediately focused his attention and moved a little faster toward the T-bag.

Not long after.

Michael clearly saw the T-bag.

T-bag also saw Michael.

Upon seeing that it was Michael, T-bag immediately grinned and relaxed. "Little beauty, you're so pretty, it's not appropriate for you to come to a place like this."

Michael frowned. "What are you doing here?"

“What I do is none of your business,” T-Bag said with a laugh.

"Ding Ze told you Whistler is here?" Michael asked.

Upon hearing this, T-Bag's eyes immediately turned hostile. "Little beauty, if I were you, I would turn around and go back immediately. Otherwise, if you die here, no one will know how long it will take."

By now, Michael was no longer afraid of T-Bag and loathed him even more. "Are you sure? If I go out and tell those people outside that Whistler is here, you'll be the one who dies here."

Geddon.

Upon hearing this, T-Bag's expression changed, becoming much more serious and solemn. He then licked his lips, his murderous intent rising; he wanted to kill Michael.

But a few seconds later, remembering that Michael was his second plan for leaving this hellish place, T-Bag held back, smiled again, and said in a friendly tone, "It seems we have some misunderstanding. Let me make a suggestion: let's take Whistler out together, and then, I'll make sure Whistler doesn't die in Sona Prison, until Ding Ze comes and rescues us. How about that?"

Michael paused briefly;

Working with scum like T-Bag?

Are you kidding me?

Absolutely impossible!

But now, if we don't pretend to cooperate, this matter will absolutely not end well...

After all, unless T-Bag is killed, he will definitely go crazy and shout as soon as he comes out of the sewers, letting all the prisoners know that Whistler is here, and then he will use the "If I can't have him, neither can you" move.

A series of thoughts raced through my mind, and after careful consideration, I finally made my decision.

Michael nodded. "Okay, we'll work together and get out of here! But you have to listen to me, for our own lives."

T-bag licked his lips. "What do you mean?"

“It means we need to get out first, let me figure out a way to make sure Whistler isn’t killed once he’s up there, and then we can come down and take Whistler up,” Michael said seriously.

T-bag thought about it and agreed, "Okay."

After responding, T-Bag shouted at the sewer wall, "Whistler, we'll come back to you later. If you want to leave Sona Prison, you'd better come out obediently then, otherwise I'll call all the prisoners here, and even if we have to tear this place down, we'll still drag you out!"

Hear the words.

Michael frowned, his disgust for T-Bag growing even stronger. He urged, "Alright, let's hurry up and get up there, so we don't arouse suspicion."

And so, the two men, each with their own ulterior motives, left the sewer and headed towards the surface.

*************

Panama.

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, called Ma Hong because Lincoln hadn't seen Sucre yet and didn't know where Sucre was, and asked Ma Hong to find Sucre.

Ma Hong acted quickly, calling back just over an hour later to inform him of his location.

Ding Ze didn't waste any time and drove straight to that place.

It didn't take long.

Ding Ze smiled as his gaze fell on Sucre's face, accelerated and drove the car to Sucre's side, stepped on the brake, and called out, "Sucre, get in the car."

Sucre was startled when he heard this, and then he saw Ding Ze...

moment.

Sucre acted as if he had seen a ghost, his pure instinct being to run away.

But in an instant, reason prevailed over instinct.

Having read many news articles about Ding Ze, Sucre knew just how terrifying Ding Ze was. Realizing he couldn't escape and dared not run, he had no choice but to force a smile at Ding Ze, then obediently opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

“Mr. Ding, it’s been a long time,” Sucre greeted him with a particularly stiff smile.

Ding Ze saw through it, of course. He smiled brightly and comforted her, "Don't be afraid. We're cellmates. I'm not here to kill you."

Sucre: "....."

Please, don't say such terrible things.

And, fellow inmates?

Didn't you kill quite a few fellow inmates when you were in Fox River State Penitentiary?

Sucre's smile froze even more. "Mr. Ding, are you here for tourism?"

Ding Ze smiled and shook his head, took out a cigarette, and lit one for himself. "Of course not, I came to see you."

Hear this.

Sucre nearly wet himself in fear, sweat pouring down his face. "Looking for...looking for me? What did I do?"

Sucre's reaction was hilarious.

With nothing else to do, Ding Ze's mischievous nature got the better of him, and he decided to tease Suker. So, he smiled even more broadly and said in a meaningful tone, "You know perfectly well what you've done."

Sucre was terrified.

This is also normal.