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

T-bag went on and on.

It didn't take long. Because of what happened the day before yesterday, he no longer had much status in Sona prison and could be killed by the prisoners at any time. He could no longer live the comfortable life he used to have. Without saying a word, Lezio agreed to the deal.

So, it didn't take long.

Led by Lezio, Michael and T-Bag entered the underground tunnels and witnessed firsthand the results of Lezio's efforts over the past year or two.

The results were not good; Lezio did not dig through much.

But ultimately, it was just one person digging secretly, which is understandable.

"How exactly did Ding Ze know about this tunnel?" Lezio asked T-bag, completely baffled.

The t-bag started to babble in a mysterious way.

Michael ignored it completely, focusing solely on studying the burial grounds.

After studying the plan for a while, Michael finalized the solution: "Continuing to dig forward would take several months, which wouldn't be enough. We need to switch to digging upwards. That way, we'll definitely be able to dig through by the day after tomorrow."

“Dig upwards? What’s outside?” Lezio asked.

Michael looked up. "The open space outside the prison."

“Won’t we be caught by the prison guards as soon as we get out?” Lezio asked.

Michael replied earnestly, "I'll figure out how to handle the prison guards. Now, let's get started immediately."

Time flies.

Two days flew by.

During that time, Michael, T-Bag, Lezio, Lincoln, and Sucre were extremely busy, with almost no time to rest.

That morning, Ding Ze and Lincoln went to Sona Prison and met Michael.

Michael solemnly explained the prison break plan for that night.

Ding Ze smiled after hearing this.

Michael's proposed plan is basically the same as the original plot, with only some differences in details.

Are these differences signs that Michael lied, or has something changed...?

Ding Ze didn't care; as long as Mai could possibly get out, that was enough.

He didn't care about anything else.

As for the issue of Michael clearly wanting him arrested and imprisoned...

Haha, no problem.

With just Michael and his few guys, they think they can take him down? Ha, no way.

Anyway, I'll say it again: if Michael really tries to cause trouble, I'll just kill him. I won't tolerate it.

After listening and chatting for a while, Ding Ze left first, leaving Lincoln and Michael to continue their conversation.

As soon as Ding Ze left, Lincoln guessed that Michael was definitely hiding something, and immediately spoke up, "Michael, it's good that you're out. Don't cause any more trouble. We definitely can't handle someone like Ding Ze."

Upon hearing this, Michael frowned and asked Lincoln in an extremely serious tone, "So, are we just going to be manipulated by him forever?"

"If that's the case, why should I go out? If I stay here, he won't be able to control me."

"What are you talking about?" Lincoln said helplessly. "This is a prison. If you stay here, you could die in a heartbeat."

Michael's attitude was resolute: "I would rather die than be manipulated by him and do evil for him."

What could Lincoln say? He was speechless for a moment.

"Don't worry, I have a plan, I can handle him!" Michael said confidently.

Lincoln tried to persuade him again, but to no avail, so he had no choice but to give up.

A blink of an eye.

Night falls.

At the appointed time, Michael, T-Bag, and Lezio, just like in the original series, began their prison break plan.

A few minutes later, the alarm bells at Sona prison rang loudly.

A few miles from Sona Prison, Ding Ze, who had been sitting in the car for quite a while and was getting a little sleepy, perked up when he heard the alarm. He lit a cigarette, looked in the direction of Sona Prison, and waited quietly.

This wait lasted for about twenty minutes.

Lincoln called, "Mr. Ding, we're out, we just got on the ship."

Ding Ze exhaled a puff of smoke. "Okay, is everyone here? Is Sucre here too?"

“They are all here, not one missing,” Lincoln replied.

“Okay,” Ding Ze smiled, “then we’ll see you at sea later.”

“Okay,” Lincoln replied readily.

Ding Ze didn't say anything more, hung up the phone, and immediately drove towards the dock.

Upon arriving at the dock, Ding Ze, accompanied by a dozen or so employees, personally piloted a luxury yacht to the agreed-upon location with Lincoln.

The distance wasn't far; Ding Ze arrived at the destination in about half an hour.

Upon closer inspection, hey, it was quite unexpected.

Michael and his gang were actually there; they hadn't disappeared.

Ding Ze was slightly surprised, but he understood the reason after a moment.

It turned out that Michael originally planned to disappear, and Lincoln was also persuaded, but Sucre resolutely refused, took out a gun he had prepared in advance, and took Michael and Lincoln hostage.

“Mr. Ding, it was those two brothers who wanted to play a trick on you, not me. I really had no such intention at all,” Sucre explained anxiously after seeing Ding Ze and explaining the situation.

Ding Ze smiled brightly, "Based on my experience, you should suddenly point a gun at me and threaten me... That's how it's usually portrayed in movies."

Sucre's head was buzzing, and he became even more anxious. "Mr. Ding, what are you talking about? I really don't have that thought at all."

“Is that so? Well, it seems I watched the wrong movie. It’s okay,” Ding Ze said with a smile. “You did a great job. Come back to Miami with me. You can live a good life with Marie Cruz.”

Upon hearing this, Sucre immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Ding."

After thanking him, Sucre asked with some concern, "Mr. Ding, you won't do anything to Michael and Lincoln, will you? Those two..."

Ding Ze shook his head, not letting Suker finish speaking, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to them for now, they're still useful to me."

After saying that, Ding Ze glanced at Michael and Lincoln, whose faces were tense and their expressions were extremely solemn, and without saying anything to them, he turned to Sucre and said, "Alright, we'll talk about other things later. Everyone get on my ship and we're leaving this godforsaken place."

A few minutes later, the luxury yacht moved toward the high seas.

Ding Ze made a phone call to the team leader, instructing the employees still in Panama to immediately board the international cruise ship and head to international waters.

Under the cover of night, the yacht sailed at full speed.

It didn't take too long.

Actually, there was nothing wrong with it. Panamanian coast guard vessels appeared on the side, and the coast guard used a loudspeaker to announce that they wanted to board and inspect the vessel.

What's the point of checking this!

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, didn't hesitate and immediately smiled as he ordered his subordinate beside him, "RPG."

Just three letters, simple and clear, yet incredibly terrifying.

Michael, Lincoln, and Sucre, who were not far away, were all startled.

T-bag and Lezio, who had been silent, both laughed, as they greatly admired Ding Ze's decisive and straightforward style.

next second.

Michael panicked, "Ding Ze! No! Those coast guards are innocent!"

Ding Ze heard this and really didn't want to argue with Michael, that sanctimonious hypocrite. But if he didn't argue, Michael would probably keep nagging for a long time and might even cause some trouble.

"Michael, since we're just killing time anyway, let's have a chat."

"You say those coast guards are innocent, but how do you know they are innocent?"

That's a very interesting question.

Michael paused for a moment before speaking, "They're the Coast Guard, they couldn't possibly have killed anyone, could they?"

"How do you know that? This is Panama, do you really know what kind of police officers here are?" Ding Ze found himself enjoying the feeling of leaving Michael speechless.

Quite fun.

“Even if they have committed crimes, they should be punished by law, not by you!” Michael said righteously.

Ding Zele laughed, a truly radiant laugh. "I am the law."

The voice just fell.

Two employees, each carrying an RPG, went up to the deck, aimed at the coast guard vessel, and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh~ Whoosh~~

Two shells flew out to Michael's disbelief, hitting their target squarely.

boom! boom!

The coast guard ship burst into flames.