Adel gave permission for prisoners to attack prison guards?
What is going on?!
Lecter felt cold when he heard a group of injured prison guards tell what happened in the ten minutes he was absent. Adel made it clear that he wanted to help the prisoners win the game, and he would be in a difficult position when the time came.
"Let's go!" Lecter strode out of the infirmary, ignoring the doctor's dissuasion, pushing aside the injured prisoners blocking the corridor, and hurried to the square.
He must stop Adel and ensure that the prison guards win, otherwise the game will go out the window.
After arriving at the square, Lecter wanted to suppress his anger and talk to Adel, trying to persuade Adel to give up interfering in the game, but as soon as he entered, the prisoners happened to score a goal.
Two to four!
"Adel!" After seeing the score, Lecter called Adel's name directly in front of everyone.
Adel, who was watching the game on the sidelines, heard the sound and looked at the angry Lecter calmly: "What's wrong?"
"Are you crazy?!" Lecter walked over angrily, raised his head and shouted, "It's okay if you don't help your own people, but you still want the prisoners to beat your own people?! In just a few minutes, five consecutive visits to the infirmary were made.
Six!"
"Anyone can say this, but you are not qualified." Adel replied coldly, "How many prisoner riots have you organized before? How many prison guards have been injured to satisfy your pleasure of suppressing prisoners? How can you be so embarrassed?
Are you talking to me shamelessly in the name of the prison guards being injured?"
Lecter really didn't have a strong enough reason, and his momentum suddenly weakened: "What do you want? Why do you want to help the prisoners?"
Naturally, Adel cannot explicitly say that he wants Lecter to lose and kick him out of Damans Prison: "I'm not helping anyone, I just hope this is a competition, not a game."
"Why isn't this a game?!"
"There is no fairness at all, how can it be called a competition?" Adel said.
Lecter was at a loss for words. He glared at Adel for not delving into such trivial matters as fairness and unfairness: "Since you want to interfere in the game, then if the prisoners win, go ahead and cash in the rewards for them."
"I'm just a referee. You are the organizer of the competition and the organizer of the rewards. You can handle this yourself." How could Adel put this hot potato in his own hands.
"Then what qualifications do you, a referee, have to influence the rules of the game?" Lecter took the horn from Adel's hand and said, "The rules of the game have been reinstated! Prisoners are not allowed to attack prison guards! Prisoners are not allowed to attack prison guards!"
Adel waited quietly for Lecter to finish speaking, then reached for the horn. When Lecter refused, Adel pinched his wrist and took advantage of the severe pain in his wrist to let go of the horn and took the horn back: "You can attack the prison guard."
After saying this slowly, Adel returned the horn to Lecter before he could grab it.
"No attack! The prisoner cannot fight back! No one can!" Lecter emphasized again.
The prison guards and prisoners on the field heard the rules of the game changing again and again, and they didn't know what to do. The warden and deputy warden were not easy to mess with, and it was not a matter of not beating them now.
Verak ignored Lecter's angrily shouting and kept attacking with his hands: "Listen to the warden! Continue!"
With Verac taking the lead, the hesitations of the other prisoners gradually stabilized and they came to understand the situation. No matter how difficult they were to mess with, the warden still had more power in comparison, so he was right to listen to him.
Seeing that the prisoners ignored his words, Lecter threw the trumpet to the ground: "Damn, I'm so tired of living!"
"Are you going to play?" Adel asked, "If not, don't make loud noises that will affect the game."
"Do you need to care?!" Lecter endured the pain and came on the stage, pointing at a prison guard who was being chased and beaten by prisoners, "Trash! Get out of here!"
The prison guard didn't want to fight to the death with the crazy prisoner who was fearless of pain, so he got Lecter's permission and ran off the field.
Lecter carried a baton and walked straight towards a prisoner who was busy fighting with a prison guard, and threw the stick on the prisoner's head from behind. The prisoner suddenly collapsed to the ground with a bloody head.
"You want to die, don't you?!" After killing one, Lecter roared and walked towards the other.
The other prisoner who was targeted kept retreating, not daring to fight Lecter. Attacking the prison guard was the limit for them. If they accidentally injured the deputy warden, they would not have the courage and confidence of Verac to avoid being held accountable.
"Lecter!" Of course Verak couldn't just sit back and watch Lecter destroy the morale of the prisoners, so he took the initiative to stand in front of Lecter, "Let's continue."
"Chris!" Lecter was furious when he saw Verak. If Verak hadn't valued winning the game so much, the good entertainment wouldn't have turned into a disaster that threatened his plan, "Why are you doing this?!"
"What?" Verak pretended to be dumbfounded.
Lecter didn't want to have a bad relationship with Verak after his breakup with Adel, so he took a deep breath to calm down: "It's just a game, why are you so obsessed with winning?!"
"Don't you also want to win?" Verak asked in return.
"It's different!" Lecter said, "There is no reward for the prison guards if they win, and there is no punishment for the prisoners! But if the prisoners win, I have to allow them to write letters."
"Isn't this agreed upon a long time ago? What's the problem?"
Lecter wanted to say that he had no ability to fulfill his promise, but saying this in front of Verak would only make his already low credit worthiness even lower. At that time, Verak would feel that it was not reliable to cooperate with him.
He will lose the opportunity to compete for the position of prison director: "... This is not conducive to maintaining the stability of the prison!"
"Then why didn't you tell me this from the beginning? We clearly agreed that both parties would try their best to win. Only in this way can the game be fun and exciting." Verak pretended to be innocent and looked anxious for Lecter, "Now you let
What should I do? Everyone is already at the top, should I tell them to stop competing and admit defeat?"
"Okay!" Lake had no other choice. Even if he felt that Verak was just asking him, he still took what he said seriously.
"Don't tease Lecter. I can't control the game so far. And don't you think you are going too far? I didn't say anything to you when we were treated unfairly before, right? Now as soon as there is a sign of losing, I will
Are you asking us to admit defeat?" Verak said.
Lecter scratched his hair and felt very uncomfortable when he heard Verak say 'we': "What do you mean we? You and those prisoners are not the same people, do you understand?! We are the same group, I can help you
Leave here, you can help me become the warden! You should do what I say! I don’t need you to make them admit defeat. As long as you don’t listen to Adel and don’t attack the prison guards, other prisoners will definitely not dare to do this again.
Keep doing it.”
"Don't I have privileges?"
"You have suffered so many injuries. It's time to go to the infirmary for treatment. I'll help you make arrangements. How about you go over now and be the first to be treated?" Lecter watched as the prisoners suppressed the prison guards and tried to kick in again.
A ball, so anxious that it seems to be begging Verak, "As long as you get off the field!"
Verak didn't want to openly confront Lecter, but he couldn't really follow the consequences he said and let the prison guards regain the upper hand. He was silent, thinking about how to resolve the impasse.
"What are you still doing?!" Lecter urged.
"I--"
"Bang!"
Just when Verak wanted to speak to stall for time, Dawn suddenly appeared from behind Lecter and swung a stick on Lecter's head without any explanation. Lecter was directly thrown away and hit the ground hard and fainted.
"You..." Verak was stunned. He didn't expect Dawn to dare to treat Lecter like this.
"What? Are you talking about something important?" After Dawn knocked down Lecter with one blow, there was no fear on his face, and he asked about the situation leisurely.
"No..." Verak laughed, Dawn's attack was very timely, "You hit him just right with the stick."
Dawn looked at Lecter who was lying on the ground and rolling his eyes: "To be honest, I never thought I would have the opportunity to treat him like this."
"How does it feel?"
"It's no different from beating an animal." Dawn had no idea.
"Indeed." Verak agreed with Dawn's words. He moved his body easily, "Let's go."
"Um."
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"What is the warden doing! Let the prisoners beat one of our own?!"
"Look, the deputy warden has been knocked down!"
"Damn it! How dare a prisoner attack the deputy warden?!"
Although the prison guards watching the battle at the sentry post have always been dissatisfied with Lecter, they still tend to side with Lecter in the face of Adel's illogical behavior today.
Adel, on the other hand, put his hands in his pockets and said nothing.
"puff!"
The prisoners kicked the ball into the box.
Three to four!
The score is getting back bit by bit!
"Warden." Two prison guards carrying a stretcher to transport the unconscious Lecter stopped when they passed by Adel.
"How is he injured?" Adel asked casually.
"I don't know, we are about to send the deputy warden to the infirmary." A prison guard replied, and then couldn't help but ask, "Warden, why are you helping the prisoners? They beat the deputy warden like this."
"
Adel glanced at the prison guard, who immediately shut up: "You can be beaten like this by a group of prisoners, and you still have the nerve to complain to me?"
"That's not what I meant..."
"Take Lecter to the infirmary quickly. When he wakes up, let him rest in peace in the hospital bed. If you put him back and anything happens to him, you will be responsible," Adel said.
"Yes!" The prison guard hurriedly carried Lecter out of the square.
The battle for the warden position has reached this point, and Adel no longer needs to be patient. Even if Lecter vents all his anger on him after the game, he doesn't care.
Because as long as the prisoners can win the game, all Lecter's struggles will be meaningless.
At the end of the first half of the game, Verak and Dawn led the prisoners to score another goal, tying the score to 4-4.
During the fifteen-minute intermission, other prisoners were resting on the sidelines, waiting to regain their strength before opening up the score in the second half and establishing victory. Verak walked towards Adel and asked him for permission to go back to the cell.
"Why do you want to go back?" Adel asked the reason.
"Right now, we only have more than fifty people who can continue to compete here. I'm afraid we don't have enough manpower, so I'll go back and bring in another batch." Verak said.
In fact, this was only one of the reasons. He also wanted to go back and tell Keating about his conversation with Adel. He vaguely felt that something was wrong. Adel should have some other purposes for agreeing to cooperate so readily.
But he was busy with the competition and could not think about the clues.
"I'll accompany you there." Adel was worried about Verak.
He wouldn't be like Lecter, who had to find trouble to expose his flaws when he had all the advantages. The game was ultimately about whether he could stay here, and he didn't want anything to go wrong on Verak's side.
"Okay." Verak agreed simply to avoid being suspected.
The two of them returned to the underground level together.
Except for the 200 substitutes who were taken away early in the morning, all other prisoners are still being held here.
Although they were spared a day's work because of the competition, they still couldn't relax and were worried about the situation on the field.
After Verak and Adel went down to the underground floor, they were immediately noticed by the prisoners in various cells. They all came to the door one after another, and Adel, who was afraid of being angry and self-defeating, did not dare to ask about the situation.
.
"The first half is over!" Verak felt the eager eyes of countless people. He walked in the corridor and loudly shared the situation outside, "For the sake of fairness, the warden allowed us to fight back against the prison guards on the field, so now
The score is 4 to 4, and we have great hope to win next!”
There was a commotion in the prison cell.
No one thought they could tie with the prison guards in the first half, and no one thought that the warden Adel would provide them with convenience.
it's out of the question.
But from the words of this man, Verak, even the impossible things can turn around.
"Now, I need to send another 100 to 150 people to follow me as substitutes for the second half of the game!" Verak specifically walked to the door of cell 208 and stopped. Although Keating could not move, he came to the door.
He looked at him in front of him, but he knew that Keating would be happy for him after hearing these words, "Those who were selected by Dawn yesterday and are the first batch not to pass today, reach out to the cell! I will take you away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several pairs of arms stretched out from each cell.
"Ross! Don't join in the fun!" Verak saw Ross in the next cell holding out his hand, and stepped forward to push his hand back, "I only want the people I picked yesterday! Don't reach out for the others!"
There are a lot fewer outstretched hands.
Verak passed by cell 208 first and looked inside from the door. Inside, Keating was sitting on the bed, bright and bright, just looking at him.
Neither of them said anything.
Verak smiled and nodded, striding past one cell after another, high-fiving the outstretched hands: "You, you, and you..."
The prison guard followed Verak and took the prisoners he selected out of the cell one by one.
Soon, Verak picked out more than a hundred people. When he felt they were about the same, he said to Adel: "It's almost done."
"Then let's go." Adel walked at the front.
Verak watched the prisoners being taken out, and the prison guards ordered the prisoners to line up: "Let's go!"