"I don't want to die. What's going on? It shouldn't be like this."
"It's so loud, can you shut your mouth, Nelly!"
"I can't do it, Pitts. I'm scared!" the girl called across the cell: "Weber, Alan, what can you do?"
Weber said in a deep voice: "Let's all calm down, this should be some kind of assessment by the Marshal. Maybe she is looking at us from behind some light screen."
Allen looked around the cell and said, "I've checked it just now, and there's no surveillance equipment in here..."
"That is to say, this is not an assessment? Are we really caught as criminals and sentenced to death?" Nelly shouted, "No, I don't want to be like this! I want to go home, I want to go home! "
"Calm down!" Allen shouted: "Don't give up so quickly. Think about it, we are on a frigate. And our family knows that Marshal Windsor Bello set off with us. If this is really an accident, Then as long as the family cannot contact us, they will try to find out where we are and start a rescue. What we have to do is to ensure that we are alive before then."
"God knows if we'll survive before someone comes to our rescue?" Pitts yelled, kicking at the door. "Damn, these things are so thick, can't you open the door?"
The metal armor, which was more than ten centimeters thick, was obviously not something that a few tenth-level teenagers could tear apart. So the prison guards were very relieved to throw them in these confinement rooms, and they didn't even restrict their conversation.
Footsteps sounded.
With lessons learned from the past, even Nelly kept her mouth shut. The current situation is unclear, and no one wants to sit in the electric chair for a while.
Moments later, the prison guard from the morning returned. He patrolled around and said contemptuously: "Congratulations, you little bastards. The verdict has come down, and after seven days, you will be publicly hanged."
"That's not true," Pitts yelled. "You pig, you better get me out of here. Or I'll kill you!"
"It seems that you took what I just said as wind." The prison guard walked to the front of Pitts' cell and entered something on the electronic device in front of the door.
After a while, Allen heard the sound of electricity rushing from Pitz's cell, as well as Pitz's screams like killing a pig. Then the prison guards called two colleagues and dragged Pitts out and took him away. Pitts was not thrown back in his cell until evening. Allen glanced at the window on the door and saw that Pitts was covered in injuries. There were several obvious signs of being burned by the strong electric current. At this time, Pitts was unconscious and did not regain consciousness until night.
"Be careful, the four metal walls in this confinement room are not without reason, they are the best conductors of electric current..." After waking up, Pitts was a little mentally exhausted, and he reminded everyone: "Then damn it The electric current directly knocked me out. As for what happened afterwards, I don’t want to talk about it. In short, I don’t think this is like an assessment, they are really planning to kill us!”
On the other side, Nelly was already weeping, and even Weber was down. After all, they are the children of aristocratic families, and they have never suffered such hardships, let alone the death penalty has been announced inexplicably. It is conceivable that the psychological pressure is great, and Allen is better. The long years of life on the surface have honed his mind to be as hard as fine steel, and he will not be easily frightened by the predicament in front of him.
to him,
Since this is not an assessment, then one cannot sit still. He re-examined the prison, groping almost inch by inch, and tried to use his ability to "burn", but he couldn't burn the electronic equipment controlling the gate through the thermal conductivity of metal as expected. In this way, it is obvious that there is also a high-temperature-resistant interlayer material in the metal plate of the gate. Otherwise, the door panel on this side of the prison would have been burned red, and the electronic lock on the other side should have exploded long ago.
If you can't open the door this way, there is almost no other way to get out. The tenth level of Yuanli is still unable to tear through the metal armor.
In constant trial and error, Alan spent a day in prison. On the second day, he curled up and curled up in the corner of the bed with the thin quilt in his arms, as if he was back in the company of wolves. Awakened suddenly by a series of screams and cursing, Allen opened his eyes and collected himself. Listening intently, I recognized Nelly's voice. The girl seemed to have collapsed, yelling and cursing for a while.
So not long after, a few vicious prison guards appeared, concocted Nelly just as they did with Pitts yesterday, stunned her, making it impossible to use her source power combat skills, and then dragged her out of the cell like dragging someone to death .
"What are you going to do? Let her go!" cried Pitts, and got some blows in return.
Allen and Weber didn't make a sound. They knew very well that protesting now was futile. Allen watched Nelly disappear from his sight by the door before turning around and walking back. Suddenly he stopped, squinted his eyes, and Alan fell to the ground. This confinement room is completely a sealed iron prison, and even the floor is a metal plate. But there was a thumb-sized screw locked on the metal plate. Allen put his ear to the ground and heard the sound of water below.
Suddenly, there was a regular knocking sound on the wall, and Allen carefully distinguished it and recognized that it was Morse code. Weber was in the cell next door, tapping on the wall with his hands and saying in code: "I have an idea."
Allen also responded with Morse code, but at first he had to recall the combination of the code, so he typed very slowly. But after a few times, he has answered fluently.
Allen said in code: "What idea?"
"I want to deliberately create trouble, let the prison guards intervene, maybe attack him unexpectedly, and then take the opportunity to escape from the cell."
"Nice idea, but they'll stun you first."
"I know, but I have received training in anti-strike. As long as I am prepared, I can use the source force to offset part of the current, so as to keep my mind clear."
"Then try it, but we still have to observe for a day first. At least we have to find out how many prison guards are outside the confinement room."
"You're right."
After the two finalized some details, they looked outside through the window of the gate. There is a corridor outside the confinement room. The corridor is not long. There are probably only five or six confinement rooms for "felons" like Allen and the others. Allen's cell was almost at the end of the corridor, and from his room, it was easy to see that there was a gate at the end of the corridor.
When the gate is opened, a police office can be seen outside, and there are often two prison guards working in it. Above the gate are several weapons terminals, and the attack system is a miniature automatic machine gun. The arrangement of the gun barrels is very elegant. It is almost certain that once the machine gun fires, the people in the corridor behind the door will have no room to dodge.
After nearly a day of observation, Allen basically figured out the rules of prison guards' inspections. he
Every hour, someone will come in through the gate and make a circle. The prison guards are armed with batons and automatic pistols, and the weapons are not very powerful. The trouble is the weapon terminal of the gate, which will make them shoot into a sieve when the gate is opened. After all, the bright surveillance camera outside the corridor is enough to faithfully reflect what happened inside on the smart brain screen in the police room.
In the evening, the warden came. It was a man in his forties, with a beard and deep eyes. Allen saw the faint flame of source power on him, obviously he was a source of source power, even an engraver. In short, it is by no means comparable to ordinary prison guards. There were two guards beside the warden, and there was also a source of light on their bodies, but the intensity was relatively weak.
The warden walked around several confinement rooms, and finally came to Allen's door. Through the window, he looked at Allen and said, "Tell me, what made you so crazy and killed half of the people in the town."
Allen spread his hands and said, "We have already said that we are not criminals."
"Little bastard, you can continue to be stubborn." The warden panted like an angry bull. He clenched his fist and slammed down the door and said: "God knows how much I want to beat you up now, because of you, I can no longer hear the old man Jack's rambling voice, although he is sometimes annoying, but he Is my friend!"
"I'm sorry." Allen said helplessly.
"Shut up!" the warden yelled, kicking the gate hard: "Damn the Federal Constitution, I really hope you do something stupid, then I will show you that public hangings are too merciful for you! "
After that, he walked away angrily.
In the evening, the prison guard brought dinner from the window. Eating the dry and hard bread, Alan used the password to tell Weber the arrangement he saw and the patrol rules of the prison guards.
Weber quickly responded: "Weapon terminal? Damn, without armor and weapons, can we get through?"
"It's not impossible, such as using prison guards as shields." Allen replied: "However, don't rush to do this. Maybe there are other safer ways."
"What is it?"
"It's not sure yet, we'll talk about it after tonight."
Night fell.
At night, the patrols of prison guards are not as intensive as during the day. Basically, it only comes in every two hours, and in the middle of the night, it will only appear at three o'clock in the morning. Alan stayed up all night remembering their routine.
Until late at night, Nelly was never seen back. What happened to her is unknown.
On the third day, Weber couldn't sit still, and Allen asked him to hold back for another day.
"Lie down on the ground and listen. There may be a drainage channel underneath." Allen said.
Weber said, "So what? We can't get in."
"Not necessarily. I might have a way." Allen didn't tell Weber in detail, and another day passed like this. In the middle of the night, at three o'clock in the morning, the prison guards made a round of inspection and left. Allen rolled over from the bed, he plugged the window of the door with a quilt, and then lay down on the ground, the source force flowed on his forehead to form the imprint of the blade of the prairie fire.
Allen rolled up his sleeves, his hands shook, and a flame burst into his hands!
[Looking at the back/stage, the manuscript box has lost weight, but fortunately it can last for a few days, haha.]
(end of this chapter)