Zou Yu took his gaze off the paper with great difficulty, and raised his head to look at the ordinary thin young man who was close at hand, and his usual cold and proud eyes were all occupied by incredible emotions.

There was no need to repeat the background narratives that both the Imperials and the Confederalists remembered, it was enough for her to know who Huai Cao Shi was. The identity of the other party and the fact that he appeared in the Federation was like a whole bucket of ice suddenly stuffed into it in the extreme heat of midsummer, and it was not so easy to swallow it quickly One by one, there was only one cool word left, and there were four more deep forks in her brain in an instant, which was difficult to think, shocking the yuanyu, and she couldn't get back to her senses.

It would take a long time for ordinary people to digest such a shocking situation, but now what Huai Caoshi lacks most now is time, he risked his risk to enter the Xishan compound and admit his identity to Zou Yu, there is no way to spend more time convincing the other party, so looking at the other party's expression, his brows are slightly furrowed with some irritation.

However, Zou Yu is Zou Yu after all, she is not an ordinary person, she made a decision in a very short time, walked directly to the dresser, opened the drawer and took out a small instrument that can emit blue light, handed it to Huai Caoshi, and said silently: "You may need this, besides, do you know the address?"

The first snow fell in late autumn, and in the faint twilight, those inexplicable snowflakes were covered with a layer of pale red, and among the sparse forests, it seemed that countless tons of burning confetti were slowly falling.

These tender confetti fell on the flat and open lawn in front of the official residence, reflecting a faint luster, and the snow-white grass and green and red were mixed together, rendering a large pool of strange colors, much like the soldiers in dark green military uniforms in the strained glacier were bleeding.

President Pabur glanced at the snowflakes falling outside the window, turned around, and signed his name on the place where the death order was written on the table.

Shen took the paperwork, walked out of the oval office, and handed it to the people who had been waiting outside.

Lee Jae-do looked at the death order in his subordinate's hand: "After he dies, send the metal bracelet on his wrist."

The Allure Military Prison at the end of the wasteland in Hulin Prefecture has been snowing heavily for three consecutive days, and the perfect independent energy system has kept the prison shrouded in a warm atmosphere, but the tirelessly falling snow flakes outside the window have made the prison officers feel a chill for no reason.

At lunch that day, Xu Le le, shackled his hands against the transparent wall and shackled them to the vicious and terrifying felons, and said two seemingly meaningless words, and the prison authorities never let him out of the specially designed cell again.

The prison authorities firmly believe that those felons who have long been desperate and numb will never have any bold ideas because of those two sentences, and they firmly believe that with the perfect security control system of the Allure Military Prison, even if those prisoners want to do something, they will not have any chance.

From the prison warden to the ordinary guard, looking at the falling snow outside the window, I always feel that Xu Le's voice is still echoing in my ears. "Live humbly, or die happily. "I want to live. ”

These two seemingly meaningless words seemed to have become formless and lifeless ghosts, floating around in the gloomy and desperate prison, floating for days, still not breaking and dissipating, muttering and repeating in everyone's ears all the time, buzzing in every dark cell.

In a cell on the second floor, a burly, bald-headed George was kneeling on his knees at the head of the bed in prayer, his expression unusually calm and reverent, his thick and powerful lips trembling rapidly, and he was rapidly describing something in some Bermudan dialect.

No one knew that St. George's real age was over fifty years old, and that seventeen of these half-hundred long lives had been spent in this military prison. The object of his prayer is a portrait on a mottled wall.

The portrait is made up of very simple red lines, and it is vaguely visible that it is a bleeding man, resting on a cross.

The painting can be described as poor, but for St. George, who had no painting ability, it took him three years to paint this crucifixion with the blood in his own body.

George had been kneeling and praying in front of this portrait for a day and a night, and his knees were worn out, and at last he felt the light of the Holy Light shining on his sinful body, and the incomparably warm, pious and terrifyingly distorted countenance gradually began to bloom with a feverish expression. "Great Lord. ”

He prayed, almost groaning, "I saw your apostle, and the sun shone on him that day, and the handcuffs on his wrists glittered, just as you taught, and the nails of the cross are the caresses of the fingers of the virgins, and the shackles are bracelets adorned with precious stones, as long as you are firm enough." ”

George lowered his head, and the muscles on his strong Bin like iron pillars slowly flicked, and said in a low voice: "Great Lord, I will follow your apostles to fight.

It was already night, and Monde looked at the night outside the prison through the glass window, there was no expression on his old face, and under the illumination of the searchlight, the process of those snowflakes falling was so clear and moving.

That guy said he didn't want to die, yes, who would want to die? Although this world is not very beautiful, no, it should be said that it is so ugly, what love, marriage and family are all disgusting maggots after the wrapping paper is torn off, but since they are here, how can they be willing to leave, at least there are such perfect and bright snowflakes.

I don't just want to live, I also want to get out alive, just like when I was a child, standing in the snow in Linhai Prefecture and spreading wild, opening my arms to feel the slight coolness of the snowflakes falling on the palms, Mender's shriveled lips opened slightly, laughed silently, and then thought: That guy should be able to easily break the tempered glass in front of him, but for himself, this transparent barrier seems to not exist, but it separates his snowflakes into two completely unconnected worlds, so unbreakable.

Retracting his gaze from the window at the snowy night, the old scholar slowly moved his slender body to the bedside, and looked up with some difficulty at the entrance of the ventilation duct, beside his fingers was a pile of expensive fiberpaper prints.

As a scholar prisoner who can still contribute his wisdom to the Federation in a military prison and reduce the number of deaths for front-line officers and soldiers, he has certain petty privileges, such as newspapers, and this desperate prison has long been numb to the daily lives of prisoners, and does not care much. A similar picture was born in another cell in Allure Military Prison. In the corner of the cell, the notoriously cruel pirate leader, took off the blindfold on his left eye, and his wrinkled face showed a bloody smile, for him, people always have to find something to do in life, and the things that are about to be born must be particularly interesting, at least the old man who is about to die can have the opportunity to find a trace of the cosmic air between the Federation and Bermuda, and the pleasure of frantically robbing the smuggling merchant ships of those big families.

In the cell on the third floor, which smelled of a strange smell, there was also an old man. Because no matter how much the prison administration educates, the reason why they are unwilling to increase the frequency of bathing, the old man's head has become tangled. It took a long time for the thin hand to separate the head, I don't know which corner of the room to grope for a long time, I actually found a sharp hard object, if you look carefully, you can probably tell that it should be made of a human calf bone sharpened!

This was the last riot in the prison a few years ago, the old man secretly "removed" from a beaten prisoner, and then he patiently sharpened it into a sharp bone knife, and the prison metal detector could not distinguish human bones, so he hid it for several years.

Under the strict monitoring of the prison authorities, how the old man sharpened this calf bone into a bone knife was the puzzle that the prisoners were most interested in over the years.

The old man hid his shriveled body in the bed, and happily stroked the bone knife through the faint light of the gap, the bone knife had already been bone and even had some dark spots, so old that he himself had forgotten the arduous process of getting this bone knife, and so far away that he was about to forget why he was imprisoned in this prison.

The old man was a little confused, thinking that after he stabbed the child surnamed Lin, the mental hospital first said that he was sick, why did the doctor in the court finally say that he was not sick? The beautiful woman who cried bitterly had a really ugly face, and she screamed that she would not let herself die so simply and regret it for the rest of her life, she only remembered the distorted face and the saliva with the smell of perfume on her face, but she really couldn't remember what all this was about.

I'm not sick, I just want to stab people, I just like to stab people, the old man hid in the quilt and whimpered angrily, his fingers tightly grasped the yellow bone knife, and then began to smile.

Or evil by nature, or violent spirit, maybe there are hidden feelings and stories, or maybe there are no hidden feelings and no stories Only sin, this group of the most notorious felons of the Federation, imprisoned in this military prison, without visitors, without letters, without parole, and without execution, monotonous and horrific repetition of the days, let time wear away little by little their violent faces, strong rest, ambition and ambition, until they are dying, numb from the inside out.

In particular, after the old voice was taken away by time, the old people who lost their spiritual leaders lost their spirit and interest in fighting with heaven and earth and people, and indifferently watched life tick in front of their eyes, but they still had no immediate death.

Until the young man with the little eyes came back again, and in this desperate prison, there was suddenly a certain vitality, terrifying and violent, without any reason at all, just to show the cold walls the vitality that he was still living.

The short that pierces the sky like a weed, gradually becomes more regular under the caress of his fingers, but the beard on his face struggles to grow out like a stubborn weed, Xu Leshen looked at the snow falling in the night sky outside the window, looked at the strange guy on the glass, and thought to himself that you with a sloppy head and a beard are really like a passer-by who survives in the wasteland.

The death order arrived a few days later than Ying Jizhong, and taking advantage of this very important time, he made more adequate preparations and had a good grasp of the surrounding environment of the military prison, such as the window glass in front of him, which was obviously specially processed, and could even withstand the attack of rockets, with his current strength, there was absolutely no way to forcibly break it.

His cell was on the fourth floor, which didn't seem high, but it was actually very far from the ground. According to the J$ Branch, the foundation of the Allure Military Prison is a block of granite jutting out of the ground, and any attempt to jump directly off the ground or escape through the underground water system is not feasible.

Thinking of this, Xu Le silently stroked the metal bracelet on his wrist, his dark brows furrowed, and the j$ Corey left behind by the seal included the structure of Allure Prison, but he did not leave any suggestions, it seems that the guy who has been imprisoned the most times in the universe has no experience in escaping Allure.

Can he really become the first prisoner in history to escape from Allure? Xu Leshen walked back to the bed and sat down, his knees together, his right hand touched the connector of the data cable and held it tightly, he took a deep breath, and his body began to tremble violently. Tick tick tick, smooth and rhythmic electronic synthesized sound sound. The heavy alloy door of the cell slowly opened smoothly.

The federal special forces outside the door immediately woke up, their faces were shocked, they raised the guns in their hands and aimed them at Xu Le beside the bed.

Xu Le didn't move, just lowered his head and calmly looked at the magnetic shackles on his ankles, and rested his hands quietly on his knees.

Immediately afterward, a series of slight clicks sounded inside the Allure Military Prison, each of which represented an opening of a cell. The gentle electric hand suddenly sharpened and began to call the police. A shrill siren sounded to announce the official start of a riot in the Allure Military Prison, which had not been seen for a long time.

I don't know if it was the burning of the sheets, or some other kind of scorching, the pungent smoke filled the entire prison in a very short time, and smoke billowed out of every cell, and it was not too difficult to understand for these old villains who had spent most of their lives here to hide the fire in strange ways.

The thick smoke obscured the sight of most of the monitoring equipment, and the staff in the central control room of the military prison were extremely shocked to see that all the alloy doors of the cells, for some reason, were all opened, and those criminals who were still terrible and brutal had already escaped although they were already dying!

Thick smoke wafted from floor to floor, and the shrill sirens were mixed with the exaggerated laughter of the old thugs.

The sharpened yellow calf bone stretched out from the smoke and stabbed into the waist of one of the guards, splashing a splash of blood.

The old man with a slight body held the bone knife, and walked out excitedly and nervously, he stared at the eyes of the heavy rain and confused, walked through the smoke, and stabbed him in a daze when he saw the figure.

One, two, three, the old and weak body couldn't walk too fast, but the old man's steps were unprecedentedly easy, and he was very happy. The sound of the baton breaking the wind sounded, and the old man was hit hard in the back, and he fell down in pain, and his trembling and thin hands tried to rub the painful wound, but he couldn't reach it, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

However, for some reason, the prison guard behind him was about to wave the baton again, but a puzzled look suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he touched his throat in pain, and fell straight down.

The old man who was holding the bone knife tightly climbed up with difficulty, his rickety body looked extremely short, he glanced at the guard's unconscious body with some palpitations, and said in confusion: "When there is smoke, you have to walk close to the ground, at least you have to keep your body a little bit, I don't understand this, and I don't know how your elementary school teacher teaches." ”

After proudly recalling the escape education he had received, the old man once again bent down, clutched Huang's bone knife tightly, and slowly walked into the smoke, happily looking for the next guy to be stabbed.

Professor Monder, a former prominent scholar of the Commonwealth, remained in his cell after the riots began, sitting on the edge of his bed staring at the fully open alloy door, his fingers moving quickly in the wall behind him, as if trying to dig up something.

He knew that even if he walked out of this cell, he was actually just walking into the prison, which made no sense, and the more people with their brains, the worse their physical strength often was, and his physical strength was not even enough to wield a heavy baton, but he didn't want to get out of the cell and be stabbed into a hollow by his crazy and violent companions in the thick smoke, or smashed into a meatloaf.

As one of the most intelligent brains in the Federation, Professor Mond's contribution to the riot "is reflected in the burning newspapers in the ventilation ducts overhead, and it is unknown what kind of biological agent he mixed in those newspapers, which can be faintly toxic after burning."

The smoke mixed with the smoke from the burning sheets in the rest of the cells caused great trouble for the prison authorities, and of course, Professor Monder was able to make the poisonous smoke from the burning of newspapers "so obediently discharged down the ventilation ducts to all parts of the floor, indicating that the old man should have had excellent aerodynamics in addition to being the most prolonged in biochemistry."

A very loud, shrill maniacal laugh rang out from the smoke, and a distinct reflection pierced through the dimly lit environment, a shiny bald head.

The sound of a heavy body crushing the floor slab sounded, and St. George, who was nearly two meters high, was covered in blood, and he waved a large metal plate that he had picked up out of nowhere, like a majestic monster, and rushed towards the stairwell unstoppably.

All the obstacles that dared to stand in front of this pious and bloody cultist were all swept alive, whether it was the hard gategate or the body of the guard, the ferocious momentum caused the smoke to wring, and the hard baton broke through it with a crackling sound, but with the shards of cement splattered everywhere, hitting the walls and falling on the bodies of several human bodies.

The bald George rushed to the third floor, and the terrible sound of gunfire rang out on the other side of the smoke, outside the cell on the fourth floor, hitting him in the chest with precision, bursting with a few puffs of blood.

He howled wildly, refused to fall down savagely, waved the heavy metal plate in his hand, and walked slowly and frantically towards the fourth floor in the rain of guns, and in the dim smoke, the shiny bald head and blood-red eyes were so obvious that it was terrifying!

The small-eyed special operations unit on the fourth floor, who was in charge of guarding Xu Le's cell, coldly and calmly killed any prisoners who tried to get close to him one by one, according to the authority of their superiors.

Allure Military Prison has countless plans to deal with the riot, even today's big scene, still did not make the prison feel the slightest panic, the central control room calmly laid out the order, heavily armed soldiers are already on standby in the military garrison area, about to enter the cell area.

Once the prison forces enter the cell area, after confirming the situation on the fourth floor, the bloody suppression of this inexplicable riot will begin.

However, at this moment, the alloy passage door connecting the military garrison area and the cell area suddenly had a violent explosion, and the huge explosion power directly caused the edge of the alloy door to deform, and the precision lock was destroyed, and the prison troops could no longer enter the cell area in a short period of time! ”

In the smoke, the old pirate squinted at the blind, no longer known blindfold and the false eyeball, which had been the last resort of the former master, who had not had the opportunity to use it for decades, and today finally caused an explosion.

The prison detection system caught this scene, and after a very short click from the self-sensing machine gun, the old pirate fell to the ground with a bang, and could no longer get up, he stared at the alloy fence with a cloudy gaze, looking at the worried Federation soldiers on the other side of the fence, coughing up blood and laughing arrogantly.

The last resort that has been left for decades, at least it is to listen to a sound, provoke some movement, and not just follow his own blind death, it is worth it.

As the smoke crept in, the sirens shrieked, and the prison was filled with shouts, crashes, and incoherent gunshots, Xu Leshen sat on the edge of the bed, his hands on his knees, and the veins at the tips of his eyebrows occasionally appeared, and then quietly returned to the slightly dark skin.

There were four cold submachine guns pointed at him at the door of the cell, and no matter how crazy it was outside, these muzzles were always so orderly, and he would not hesitate to pull the trigger whenever he moved.

Because of Xu Le's reason, on the fourth floor √of the Allure Military Prison, under the close watch of the special operations troops, with powerful firepower, all the prisoners' malicious attempts were suppressed, only the bald George, who had fallen into a semi-crazy state, was still carrying the heavy metal plate, roaring like a beast and rushing upstairs, the strong and tall body didn't know how many bullets he had hit, and the blood was flowing recklessly, but he didn't realize it.

In a very short period of time, the automatic defense system in the cell area was activated, the backup ventilation system began to exchange high power for air outside the prison, and the anesthetic firing valve next to the dim light in the corner began to shoot intensively.

The riot is still going on, but it is obvious that the Allure Military Prison has begun to gradually control the situation, and Xu Le, who is waiting for this opportunity, and only has this only chance to escape, is still motionless. Suddenly.

A pillar of white light fell from the sky, instantly illuminating the snowy night of the bird, illuminating this rarely inhabited wasteland, tearing and melting hundreds of millions of fluttering snowflakes and blasting into this desperate prison!