With great difficulty, Zou Yu looked away from the paper and raised his head to look at the ordinary thin young man who was close at hand. His usual cold and proud eyes were filled with incredible emotions.
There is no need to repeat the background narratives that are deeply remembered by the imperial and federal people, it is enough for her to know who Huai Cao Shi is. The identity of the other party and the fact that they were shocked to appear in the Federation were like the whole bucket of ice cubes that was suddenly stuffed in the middle of summer and extremely hot. In an instant, there were four more profound forks, which made it difficult to think, shocked and speechless, and could not return to God.
It takes a long time for ordinary people to digest such a shocking situation, but now Huaicao Shi lacks time. She took the odd risk to enter the Xishan compound and confessed her identity to Zou Yu. There was no way she could spend more time persuading her. The other party, so looking at the other party's expression, he frowned slightly irritably.
However, Zou Yu is Zou Yu after all. She is not an ordinary person. She made a decision in a very short time. She walked directly to the dressing table, opened the drawer and took out a small instrument that emits blue light. She handed it to Huaicaoshi and said silently. : "You might need this, and also, do you know the address?"
The first snow fell in the capital of late autumn. In the gloomy twilight, those uninvited snowflakes were covered with a layer of pink, and there seemed to be tons of burning paper scraps slowly falling in the sparse trees.
These burning paper scraps fell on the flat and open lawn in front of the official residence, reflecting a faint luster. The snow-white green grass and the twilight red are mixed together, rendering a large pool of strange colors, much like the soldiers in dark green military uniforms in the 5460 glacier are bleeding.
President Pabble silently glanced at the snowflakes falling outside the window, turned around, and signed his name on the table where the death penalty order was signed. The handwriting was strong and strong, never weak.
The official residence staff silently took the documents, walked out of the Oval Office, and handed them over to the people who had been waiting outside.
Li Zaidao looked at the death penalty order document in the hands of his subordinates and instructed: "After he dies, bring the metal bracelet on his wrist."
The Qingcheng Military Prison at the end of the Hulinzhou wasteland has experienced blizzards for three consecutive days. The complete independent energy system has kept the prison in a warm atmosphere. However, the tireless falling snow outside the window has made the prison officers feel a sense of relief. The chill was born for no reason.
At lunch that day, Xu Le was trapped in the transparent wall and raised his handcuffs to those evil and terrifying repeat offenders, and said two seemingly meaningless words. Since then, the prison authorities have never let him out of the specially designed room. 's prison cell.
The prison authorities firmly believe that those repeat offenders, who have long been desperate and numb, will never have any bold ideas because of those two sentences. They also believe that with the perfect security control system of Qingcheng Military Prison, even if those prisoners want to do something, there is nothing to do. Chance.
But why do I still feel a little cold and nervous? From the warden to the ordinary guards, looking at the falling snowballs outside the window, he always felt that Xu Le's voice that day was still echoing in his ears.
"Live humbly, or die happily."
"I want to live."
These two seemingly meaningless words seem to have become invisible ghosts, floating around in the gloomy and desperate prison. They have been floating for several days, and they have not been destroyed and dissipated. They are always in the ears of everyone. The murmurs repeat, humming in every dark cell.
In a cell on the second floor, George, a burly bald man, was kneeling on his knees in prayer by the head of the bed. His expression was unusually calm and pious. His thick and powerful lips were trembling rapidly, and he was hurriedly describing something in some Bermudian dialect.
There is not a single hair on the shiny bald head, and naturally there is no gray color. No one knows that the real age of St. George is over fifty years old, and seventeen years have been spent in this military prison in this half-hundred and long life. middle.
The object of his devout prayer was a portrait on the mottled wall.
The portrait consists of very simple red lines, blurred to reveal a naked and bleeding man on a cross.
The painter of the portrait can be described as crude, but for St. George, who has no painting skills, it took him three years to paint this crucifixion with the blood in his body.
Fortunately, there is nothing in this desperate prison, just time.
George had been kneeling and praying all day and night in front of this portrait, his knees were worn out, he finally felt a holy light shining on his sinful body, extremely warm, pious and terrifyingly twisted face, gradually began to burst into frenzy. look.
"Great Lord."
He prayed almost groaning: "I saw your apostle, the sun was shining on him that day, and the handcuffs on his wrists were shining. As you have taught, if we are strong enough, the nails on the cross It is the caress of a virgin's finger, and the shackles are bracelets embellished with jewels."
George lowered his head, his strong neck muscles like iron pillars slowly bounced, and he said in a low voice, "Great Lord, I will follow your apostle to fight."
It was night time, and Mende looked at the night outside the prison through the glass window. There was no expression on his old face. Under the illumination of the searchlight, the process of those snowflakes falling was so clear and so moving.
The guy said he didn't want to die, yeah, who would want to die? Although this world is not very beautiful, no, it should be said that it is so ugly. After the wrapping paper of love, marriage and family is torn off, it turns out to be disgusting maggots, but since they are here, how can they be willing to leave? There are such perfectly beautiful snowflakes.
I not only want to live, but I also want to go out alive, just like when I was a child, standing in the snow in Linhai Prefecture and running wild, open my arms and feel the coolness of the snowflakes falling on my palms, Mende's dry lips are slightly open, silent He laughed, and then thought: That guy should be able to easily shatter the tempered glass in front of him, but for him, this transparent barrier that doesn't seem to exist, separates himself from Snowflake. The connected world is so unbreakable.
Retracting his gaze from Xue Ye out of the window, the old scholar slowly moved his slender body to the side of the bed, and with some difficulty he looked up at the entrance of the ventilation duct. Next to his fingers was a pile of expensive fiber paper prints.
As a scholar prisoner who can still contribute wisdom to the Federation in a military prison and reduce the deaths of front-line officers and soldiers, he has some small privileges, such as newspapers, and this desperate prison has long been numb to the daily life of the prisoners, which is not very good. care.
Similar scenes also occurred in other cells of Qingcheng Military Prison.
In the corner cell, the pirate leader known for his cruelty took off the blindfold on his left eye, and a bloody smile appeared on his wrinkled face. For him, people always have to find something to do in life, and what is about to happen must be very interesting. At least he, who is about to die, can have a chance to find a trace of the space between the Federation and Bermuda. Crazy. The thrill of robbing those big families smuggling merchant ships.
In the cell on the third floor with a strange smell, there was also an old man. Because no matter how the prison authorities are educated, they are reluctant to increase the frequency of bathing. The old man's hair is already tangled together. It took a long time for his trembling and thin hands to separate his hair. , I actually found a sharp hard object. If you look closely, you can probably tell that it should be sharpened by a human calf bone!
This was a few years ago during the last riot in the prison. The old man secretly "took" it from a prisoner who had been beaten to a pulp, and then he patiently sharpened it into a sharp bone knife. The detector could not distinguish human bones, so it was hidden by him for several years.
Under the strict monitoring of the prison authorities, how the old man grinds this calf bone into a bone knife is the puzzle that the prisoners are most interested in these years. One year, the old voice that had passed away could not hold back his doubts. Ask the old man face to face. The old man didn't answer, just grinned stupidly, revealing a mouth full of sound and strong white teeth.
The old man hid his shriveled body under the quilt, and fondled the bone knife with joy in the light of the crevice. The bone knife had already turned yellow and even had some dark spots. The arduous process of this bone knife was so far 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 initially said that he was sick, why did the doctor in the court finally say that he was not sick? That beautiful woman who cried bitterly had an ugly face, she would not let herself die so easily and regret it for the rest of her life. She only remembered the twisted face and the saliva full of perfume, but she really remembered it. Can't understand why this happened.
I'm not sick, I just want to stab people, I just like to stab people, the old man hid under the covers and whimpered angrily, his fingers clenched tightly against the yellowed bone knife, and then he began to smile.
Or evil by nature, or violent in spirit, there may be hidden stories and stories, or there may be no hidden stories and no stories but only sins. This group of the most notorious felons in the federation is imprisoned in this military prison. There are no guests, no letters, and no parole. And they were not executed, and the days were repeated in a monotonous and terrifying manner, allowing time to wear away their violent faces, strong physiques, ambitions and ambitions, until they were old and numb from the inside out.
Especially after the old voice was taken away by time, the old people who lost their spiritual leaders, lost the spirit and interest in fighting against the sky and the earth, and indifferently watched life tick away before their eyes, but still could not die instantly.
Until the young man with small eyes returned again, a certain vitality suddenly appeared in this desperate prison, terrifying and violent, there was no reason at all, just to show the icy wall that he was still alive.
The short hair that pierced the sky like a weed gradually became more regular under the touch of his fingers, but the beard on his face struggled to grow like a stubborn weed. Xu Le silently looked at the white snow falling in the night sky outside the window. , looking at the somewhat unfamiliar guy on the glass, thinking that you, with scribbled hair and a beard, are really like a passerby surviving on the wasteland.
The death order came a few days later than expected. Taking advantage of this very important time, he made more preparations and had a good grasp of the surrounding environment of the military prison. For example, the window glass in front of him was obviously specially processed and even Can withstand the attack of rockets, with his current strength, there is absolutely no way to forcibly break it.
His cell was on the fourth floor. It didn't seem to be high, but in fact the straight-line distance from the ground was very far. According to the data, the foundation of Qingcheng Military Prison is a whole piece of granite protruding from the ground. Any attempt to jump directly to the ground or escape through the underground waterway system is not feasible.
Thinking of this, Xu Le silently stroked the metal bracelet on his wrist, his dark brows furrowed, and the information Feng Yu left included the structure of Qingcheng Prison, but he did not leave any suggestions. It seems that the universe has the most prison time. The guy has no experience in escaping from the allure.
Can he really be the first prisoner in history to escape from the city? Xu Le silently walked back to the bed and sat down, with his knees together, his right hand touching the connector of the data cable and holding it tightly, he took a deep breath, and his body began to tremble violently.
Beep, beep, a gentle and rhythmic electronic synth sounded.
The heavy cell alloy door opened slowly and smoothly.
The federal special forces outside the door immediately woke up, with shocked expressions on their faces, raised the gun in their hands, and aimed at Xu Le by the bed.
Xu Le didn't move, just lowered his head and calmly looked at the magnetic shackles on his ankles, his hands resting quietly on his knees.
Immediately afterwards, a series of slight clicks sounded in sequence inside the Qingcheng Military Prison, and each click represented that a cell was opened.
The soft electronic synthesis sound suddenly sharpened, and the alarm began.
A sharp siren sounded, announcing the official start of a riot that had not been seen in Qingcheng Military Prison for a long time.
I don't know if the bed sheets were lit, or something else flammable. The pungent smoke filled the entire prison in a very short period of time, and smoke billowed out from every cell. For the old villains who have spent time, it is not too difficult to understand using strange methods to hide fire.
The thick smoke blocked the sight of most of the monitoring equipment. The staff in the central control room of the military prison were shocked to find that the alloy doors of all the cells were all opened for unknown reasons. But the still terrifying and brutal criminals have already escaped!
Thick smoke wafted from floor to floor, and the high-pitched sirens were mixed with the exaggerated laughter of the old villains.
The sharpened yellow calf bone just stretched out from the smoke, and stabbed into the waist of a guard, splashing blood.
The slightly slumped old man held the bone knife and walked out excitedly and nervously. He stared at his big and bewildered eyes, walking through the smoke, and when he saw the figure, he stabbed it in a daze.
One, two, three, the old and weak body can't walk too fast, but the old man's footsteps are unprecedentedly easy, and he is very happy.
The sound of the batons breaking into the wind sounded, and the old man was hit hard on the back. He fell down in pain. His trembling and thin hands wanted to rub the painful wounds, but they couldn't reach them, and he looked particularly embarrassed.
However, for some unknown reason, when the prison guard behind him was about to swing his baton again, a puzzled look suddenly appeared in his eyes, he touched his throat in pain, and fell straight down like this.
The old man, holding the bone knife, struggled to get up, his hunched body looked extremely short, he glanced at the unconscious body of the guard with some lingering fear, and said in puzzlement, "When there is smoke, I have to stick to the ground. Go, at least you have to keep your body up, I don’t understand this, and I don’t know how your elementary school teacher taught it.”
After proudly recalling the escape education he had received, the old man stooped down again, held the yellowed bone knife tightly, and walked slowly into the smoke, happily looking for the next guy to be stabbed.
After the riots began, the former famous scholar Professor Mende remained in his cell, sitting beside the bed staring at the fully open alloy door in a daze, his fingers quickly digging in the wall behind him, as if I want to dig out something.
He knew that even if he walked out of this cell, he was actually just walking into the inside of the prison, which was meaningless. Moreover, the more developed the brain, the weaker the physical strength. His physical strength was not even enough to swing a heavy baton. He didn't want to. After walking out of the cell, he was stabbed into holes by his mad and violent companions indiscriminately, or smashed into meat patties in the diffuse smoke.
As one of the brains with the highest IQ in the Federation, Professor Mende's contribution to the riot is reflected in the burning newspapers in the ventilation duct above his head at the moment. I don't know what biological agent he mixed in those newspapers. Causes weak toxicity.
The smoke was mixed with the smoke from the burning sheets in the rest of the cells, causing great trouble for the prison authorities. Of course, Professor Mende was able to make the poisonous smoke formed by burning the newspapers so obediently discharged along the ventilation pipes to all over the floor, which shows that in addition to the biochemistry that the old man is best at, his aerodynamics performance should also be very good. Excellent.
In the smoke, there was an extremely loud and piercing frantic laughter, and an obvious reflection penetrated the dim environment, which was a shiny bald head.
Deng deng deng, the sound of a heavy body crushing the floor sounded, St. George, who was nearly two meters tall, was covered in blood. He waved a large piece of metal that he had picked up from nowhere, like a majestic monster, that's all. Unstoppable rush towards the stairwell.
All the obstacles that dared to stand in front of this devout and bloody cultist were all shaken up alive. Whether it was the hard gate or the body of the guard, the ferocious momentum drove the smoke to wriggle rapidly, and with a crackling sound, the hard baton broke from it. , However, with the shards of cement splashing around, hit the wall and rustled down, covering several human bodies.
The bald George rushed to the third floor, and the shrill gunshot resounded through the smoke and outside the cell on the fourth floor. It hit him in the chest accurately, and several puddles of blood burst out.
He howled wildly, arrogantly refusing to fall, waving the heavy metal plate in his hand, and walking slowly, frantically and firmly to the fourth floor amid the hail of bullets, in the dim smoke, his shiny bald head and blood-red eyes were like that It's obvious and scary!
On the fourth floor, the small-eyed special operations unit responsible for guarding Xu Le's cell, according to the authority granted by the superior, coldly and calmly killed any prisoners who tried to approach here.
The Qingcheng Military Prison has countless plans to deal with the riots. Even in such a big scene today, the prison authorities still did not feel the slightest panic. The central control room calmly issued orders. Area.
Once the prison troops enter the cell area, after first confirming the situation on the fourth floor, they will begin a bloody suppression of this inexplicable riot.
However, at this moment, the alloy passage door connecting the military security area and the prison area suddenly had a violent explosion. The huge explosion power directly caused the edge of the alloy door to be deformed, the precise lock was destroyed, and the prison troops were in short supply. No more access to the cell area within the time limit!
"Farewell, my dear blindfold."
In the smoke, the old pirate leader squinted hard at the blind eye. The blindfold and the fake eyeball, which are no longer there, were the last resort of the former big man, which he had not had the chance to use in the past few decades, and finally caused an explosion today.
The prison detection system captured this scene. The self-sensing machine gun fired suddenly. After a very short click, the old pirate fell to the ground and could no longer get up. He stared at the alloy fence with turbid eyes and looked at the fence. The anxious federal soldiers choked up blood and let out arrogant laughter.
The last resort after staying for decades, at least listening to the sound, causing some noise and excitement, it is worth it if you don't just follow your own blind death.
Smoke was creeping in, sirens were screeching, and there were shouts, crashes and incoherent gunshots all over the prison. Xu Le sat silently on the edge of the bed, with his hands on his knees, the veins at the tip of his brows suddenly appeared, and he quietly returned to his dark skin.
There were four icy submachine guns aimed at him at the door of the cell. No matter how crazy it was outside, the muzzles of these guns were always so stable. As long as he made a change, he would pull the trigger without hesitation.
Because of Xu Le, the fourth floor of the Qingcheng Military Prison was under the close watch of the small-eyed special forces. With powerful firepower, all the prisoners' malicious attempts were suppressed. Only the bald George, who was in a semi-crazy state, was still carrying the heavy face. The metal plate roared and charged upstairs like a wild beast. He didn't know how many bullets had been hit by that strong and tall body.
The security control system of Qingcheng Military Prison is completely independent of the federal network, but has a very advanced response capability. In a very short period of time, the automatic defense system of the cell area is activated, and the backup ventilation system begins to exchange high power for air outside the prison. The narcotic shooting valve next to the dim light in the room began to shoot intensively.
The riots continued, but it was clear that the Allure Military Prison had begun to gradually control the situation. Xu Le, who was waiting for this chance and had the only chance to escape, remained motionless.
Suddenly.
A pure white beam of light descended from the sky, instantly illuminating the dark snowy night, illuminating this uninhabited wasteland, tearing and melting hundreds of millions of fluttering snowflakes, blasting into this desperate prison!