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

The five poisonous insects successfully entered Abruchi's prison, crawling along a corner and into the clothes of Abruchi's subordinate and cellmate, a short, bald man who didn't even have a name in the original series.

Subsequently.

It's a matter of course!

Just a few seconds.

Just like Big and Bowman yesterday, the short, bald man was eating when suddenly he collapsed to the ground, convulsing violently and foaming at the mouth...

Upon seeing this, Abruzzi was terrified. He jumped to his feet and yelled, "What the fxxk! The food's poisoned! The food's poisoned! Guards!!!"

A roar erupted.

moment!

Mark, a prison guard patrolling that floor, decisively ran over!

All the prisoners who were eating were so frightened that they dared not eat anymore. Many of them immediately started gagging, trying to vomit up the food they had just eaten.

for a while.

"Ugh... ugh..."

The sounds of vomiting rose and fell, never ceasing.

Just then, prison guard Mark rushed to Abruzzi's cell, saw the bald man's condition, and was horrified. He immediately pressed the intercom, "Sector A needs a doctor! Quinn is in trouble!!"

In cell number 40.

[You have successfully released Quinn-Fried. Reward: American Iaijutsu - Pistol Gun Technique (50% accuracy).]

The sound of rewards being distributed rang in Ding Ze's mind.

After listening, Ding Ze was basically neither surprised nor pleased.

After all, pistol marksmanship is almost useless here, and he can't possibly use a gun here anyway.

So Ding Ze didn't pay much attention, just stood behind the cell door, pretending to watch the excitement.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to watch this spectacle, but Michael was watching, and many other prisoners who had vomited were also watching. If he didn't watch, it would be a bit abrupt, so he had to suppress his discomfort, put on a solemn expression, and try to fit in.

Time flies.

Only about three or four minutes had passed.

A dozen or so prison guards, including Berwick, along with Warden Pope and Doctor Sarah, all rushed to the floor where Abruzzi's cell was located.

soon.

The short, bald Quinn, who had been motionless and dead for some time, was carried out of the cell by two prison guards and placed on the floor of the corridor.

Sarah immediately stepped forward, squatted down beside the body, and began to examine it.

The inspection was conducted very quickly.

It only took about ten seconds.

Sarah shook her head at Pope, whose face was tense, filled with shock and anger. "He's hopeless."

-

The words came out.

Before Pope could say anything...

Sudden.

One of the prisoners yelled, "Warden! Look what you've done!!"

This is the beginning.

The next moment, naturally, the second prisoner, the third prisoner... roared in succession!

You'll get us killed!

"Let us go out!"

FXXK you!

In the blink of an eye.

The entire Area A was absolutely in an uproar.

Many prisoners even shook the cell doors with brute force.

The atmosphere of rioting gradually became clearer and stronger in the air.

Faced with this situation, Pope, his old face taut and eyes blazing with fury, glanced around but ultimately didn't lose his temper. He simply ordered Berwick, "Immediately take control of everyone in the cafeteria!! Also, take control of who is responsible for delivering lunch!!"

Berwick was the prison guard captain; he wouldn't be doing something like delivering food, so Pope didn't even ask.

"Okay!!!" Berrick accepted the order, then turned to the other guards on either side, "Who brought lunch? Step forward!!!"

A few unlucky prison guards looked at each other, their faces full of grievance, and then stepped forward to explain.

"It has nothing to do with us! We're just responsible for delivering the food."

"Warden, it really wasn't us."

"..."

"Shut up!" Popper, his anger about to erupt, snapped, "Go wait on the playground!"

The prison guards who had delivered lunch dared not utter another word and obediently followed the six guards to the exercise field.

A few minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Popsala and the others all left, leaving Area A to become increasingly violent.

In this rage.

Two prisoners remained unusually silent, uttering not a sound, only unable to suppress their fear, and simultaneously looked at Ding Ze.

The department store was terrified.

"Holy shit! How did this guy even do that?!"

'Locked up, and still able to kill someone?!'

Is this guy a demon?

Westmoreland was terrified, but not to the point of wetting himself.

'Who exactly are you...?'

What do you want to do?

-

This is an excellent question.

What does Ding Ze want to do?

Besides forcing Pope to lift the lockdown on Area A, what else is there?

Have.

Last night, he thought about what would happen after he got out, and then he realized that whether he went to dig up those five million or went to Colombia to find Pablo and embark on a journey of rapid capital accumulation...

He needs a capable assistant!

Whether you trust me or not isn't that important; what matters is having the ability!

So, in this prison, who is the most suitable person to be his helper?

The answer is simple.

John Abruzzi!

In fact, that's why he chose to kill Quinn, that short, bald guy.

He wanted Abruzzi to experience the terror of death up close, to truly feel the threat of dying at any moment...

True.

Using fear to get Abruzzi to serve him is not a good method.

But this is just the beginning. Wouldn't it be enough to give them a beating followed by a treat?

What's more.

It's just a hypothetical scenario.

If this goal can be achieved, that would be best. But if it really can't be achieved, then so be it.

Anyway.

No plan is set in stone.

For Ding Ze, this statement is even more accurate.

After all, he had only recently transmigrated and was just an ordinary person. He wasn't entirely sure about his future yet; he only had a rough outline. He still had to keep exploring...

Chapter 8 The Great Demon Ding Ze, I am your father.

On the playground.