Gao Bin was lying on the bed, recalling Sara in his mind. In fact, she was not a beauty, at least she did not particularly agree with the oriental aesthetics.
But there is something energetic about Sarah that makes people come closer involuntarily.
The more I think about it, the more I feel that this woman is interesting. Even if there is no mission, Gao Bin is ready to conquer it!
"High? High?" Sucre called several times without waiting for a response.
"Huh? Sorry, I was a little distracted. What did you say?" Gao Bin was still very polite when he wasn't angry.
"It's nothing, I always think you are a bit mysterious."
Sucre was very good at reading people, and he had already noticed that something was wrong with Gao Bin.
Now that this has been said, Gao Bin is ready to test it further:
"Haha, I'm just here for Lincoln."
"Lincoln? I remember he seemed to have been sentenced to death." Sucre frowned.
Suddenly, his eyes widened:
"Damn it, don't say it, I don't want to know, don't tell me, man, I'm serious, as long as I serve my sentence seriously, I will be released from prison soon!"
Gao Bin put his index finger on his lips:
"Shh~man, don't be so excited. I just said it casually, and you just listen to it, you know?"
Sucre nodded repeatedly:
"I know, I know, I didn't hear anything, you didn't say anything."
If he hadn't been unable to defeat Gao Bin, I'm afraid Sucre wouldn't be so easy to talk to.
Gao Bin lay back on the bed. This test was just the beginning. He believed that Sucre would finally cooperate with him.
But before that, he still needs to make some preparations.
The first thing is the tools. You can’t let him dig through the cement wall with his fingers, right?
He possesses the top-notch observation skills of the Prison Break King and terrifying execution ability. When he just went out for a break, he observed the sentry arrangements.
From an ordinary person's perspective, this prison is simply impeccable.
There are guard towers in all four directions. Snipers are no joke. When facing snipers in an open area, there is only one result - death!
It is impossible to climb the high fence with your hands, not to mention that there are spiked iron wires on it that can be electrified at any time and turn people into roasted suckling pigs.
Even if you get over the fence, and there is an emergency plan from the nearby police station, it will be extremely difficult to successfully escape under the heavy siege.
To be honest, it is one thing to watch a TV series, but it is another thing to be in it in person. Watching people escape from prison seems very simple, but practicing it yourself is like walking on thin ice.
He suddenly sat up, went to the small table to find a pencil, and then tore off a piece of toilet paper.
Sit back on the bed, put the paper on your arm, and draw with a pencil.
Sucre, who was on the upper bunk, forced himself not to look, for fear of getting into trouble.
The weather is very hot today, and there is a thin layer of sweat on the skin. When the toilet paper is covered, it gets soaked instantly, and the tattoo pattern can be clearly seen.
"Schweitzer-Allen11121147"
This is his key to unlocking the door, it is a long screw.
After writing down the numbers, Gao Bin balled up his fingers and threw them into the toilet in a shooting posture.
"High?" Sucre suddenly said.
"What's wrong?"
"No, it's okay, it's okay." Sucre hesitated to speak.
Gao Bin understood and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, without asking further questions, letting curiosity ferment in his heart for a while.
During dinner, Gao Bin slowly walked forward with the team. After taking the empty plate, he kept observing with his eyes.
Berwick stood on the steps with his hands behind his back, looking like the king of this prison!
Gao Bin lowered his head and sneered, looking back. He noticed that Westmoreland was a few seats in front of him, occupying a table by himself after finishing his meal.
...
"I wish I didn't invite you to sit down!" Westmoreland stared at Gao Bin, the uninvited guest.
"Do I need to be invited by you when I'm sitting here?" Gao Bin chewed slowly. Although the food in front of him was as unpalatable as dog feces, he still ate it very carefully, as if he was tasting some Michelin delicacies.
"You..." The old man stared at him angrily. If looks could kill, Gao Bin would have died hundreds of times.
"Don't look at me like that, old man, calm down."
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Gao Bin turned to look out the window:
"How many years have you stayed here? 20 years? Or 30 years? Don't you yearn for the outside air?"
"You don't want to jailbreak, do you?"
Gao Bin thinks this sentence is true.
He didn't answer and ate the food silently. The unpalatable potatoes made him feel high-end.
"You have only been in jail for a few days and you are thinking of running away? Also, aren't you afraid that I will report to Berwick?"
"Don't tell me, I'm really not afraid." Gao Bin was confident.
"Why?"
"Because you understand the rules of survival here. Without any evidence, what can Berwick do to me? Lock me up for a few days? I will eventually come out. What will happen to you after I come out?
Know better than me!"
Gao Bin raised his head and looked at Charles very sincerely:
"Old man, believe me, I mean no harm!"
Charles sneered:
"So you recognized me as DB Cooper from the very first moment?"
Gao Bin shrugged:
"You can deny it, or I can insist on believing in my own investigation."
"No matter what you want to do, I'm not interested. I live a good life here and there's no need to take risks."
Gao Bin laughed:
"Don't speak too slowly. How about we make a bet?"
"Not interested."
Gao Bin said, minding his own business:
"If you finally agree to come with me, then tell me where you buried the money. I don't want more, just half."
Charles shook his head:
"Let's not talk about whether I am DB Cooper or not. Even if I am, this bet doesn't seem to do me any good."
"I'm not done yet. If you don't come with me in the end, then I guarantee you that when you are released from prison, you will get 5 million US dollars. I swear to God."
Charles is expressionless:
"You have 5 million US dollars, why are you still coveting DB Cooper's money?"
"Only a fool would complain about the lack of money." Gao Bin's reasons are impeccable.
"Well, your joke is very good. Thanks to you, I had a pleasant dinner time. I'm done eating, you can enjoy it slowly."
Charles threw the milk carton on the plate, dragged his old body up and left.
Gao Bin looked at his back and smiled lightly. This old man is quite stubborn.
But compared to pedophiles and murderers, this old man is still a good person.
If there is a chance, Gao Bin doesn't mind changing his ending, provided he promises to tell himself the treasure.
...
The next day, after breakfast, Gao Bin finally waited until it was time to relax.
He was walking alone on the playground, seemingly carelessly, but in fact he was already measuring every inch of grass on the playground.
After walking for a while, I seemed tired, so I found a bench and sat down, slowly stretching one hand towards the side of the wood.
His sensitive fingers were groping on the side like a snake. Soon, he raised the corners of his mouth and moved his fingers vigorously.
"Well well well, look, my reputation is already so famous? A newbie comes to visit me. Tsk~ The little chick from the East, I haven't tasted it yet."
Gao Bin's face turned dark:
"T-bag, take your followers and disappear from my eyes."
"He's still a tough-talking little bird, not bad, I like it." T-bag slapped the follower's hand away and turned out the other trouser pocket:
"Come on, this place belongs to you, and I will protect you from now on."
The screws have only been tightened less than a third. With T-bag here, there is no way he can take the screws away safely.
So he stopped, stood up, walked down the steps step by step, came to T-bag, and whispered:
"Listen, you bastard who likes to eat shit, if you disgust me again, I don't mind helping you become a transvestite!"
T-bag's expression changed. If he hadn't wanted to change his taste, he would have already taken action when Gao Bin made the rude remarks just now.
Fight? He has never been afraid of anyone!
"Boy, you really have an annoying mouth. You should know exactly who is standing in front of you!"
"Haha, I don't treat you as a human being. You are a perverted beast who was fucked by your stepfather and his daughter."
Gao Bin's words pulled out the pain in T-bag's heart and threw him to the ground and crushed him repeatedly.
"I admit, you succeeded in irritating me. Boy from the East, I will let you know what life is worse than death."
"E on, let's try. If I don't turn you into a transvestite, I will take your last name from now on. Oh no, Sao Rui, I'm afraid you don't even know your last name."
Gao Bin didn't regard himself as the weak side at all, 1V5? The advantage is mine.
The confrontation between the two has attracted the attention of the prison guard outside the barbed wire fence, who is beating the barbed wire fence with his baton:
"Hey! If we separate, do you want to fall in love? Are you so close?"
T-bag didn't dare to cause trouble in front of the prison guards. He raised his hands and backed away slowly, but he kept staring at Gao Bin's eyes, like a poisonous snake looking at its prey.
In his eyes, Gao Bin is already dead.
No, before he dies, T-bag will use all his torture methods on Gao Bin.
Deadly feud! Fight to the death!
Gao Bin sneered at T-bag who retreated, and raised his middle finger out of sight of the prison guards!
Chiguoguo’s contempt.
"Gao! Infirmary!" the prison guard shouted, ending the death stare between Gao Bin and T-bag.
...
"Good morning, Mr. Gao."
"Sarah, didn't you agree to make me cum?"
With a warm smile, Gao Bin could not tell that he had just fought against a pervert!
"Okay, Gao, your test came out, let me take a look..." Sara pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at her with a serious expression.
"What's wrong?" Gao Bin still kept smiling.
"There's something strange about your body."
"What do you mean?"
"The results show that you don't seem to respond to insulin."
Gao Bin's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm:
"So do we need to change the treatment plan?"
Sarah didn’t think much and looked into Gao Bin’s eyes after putting down the report:
"Don't use it for now, and then observe again. Maybe you absorb it slowly."
"Okay, I don't understand, you are a professional."
"You are the doctors' favorite patient and are willing to cooperate with all treatments."
"Is there a possibility that I am not cooperating with the doctor, but you?"
Sara's heart skipped a beat and she chuckled:
"Is there a possibility that you often say this to girls and you are used to it."
Gao Bin shook his head:
"Absolutely impossible. I guarantee that I only said this to you. I swear to God."
God: It’s too much. Over and over again. If you have the ability, you can swear by yourself!
"Okay, I believe you."
Sara sat on the chair and slid to the table, picked up the syringe and drew insulin:
"Try to take another test. If it still doesn't work, I think it is necessary to do another diabetes test."
"You are the boss, you have the final say."
...
As soon as he left the infirmary, Gao Bin frowned. If he couldn't pass the test, he would have no chance to come to the infirmary.
He looked up at the cable connecting the outer wall of the clinic and the fence, and had an idea in his mind.
"Gao? What are you doing here?"
Sucre, who was walking back after queuing up for the parade, called Gao Bin to stop.
"Nothing, I just came out of the infirmary."
Gao Bin jumped in front of him and joined the team.
Back in the room, Gao Bin was not in a good mood. It had been a few days since he came in, but there had been no progress. This efficiency made him very dissatisfied.
Mykou's plan has a high probability of success. Even if you look at it from a professional perspective, you can't find anything wrong with it.
Returning to Cell No. 40 and waiting for the door to close, Gao Bin asked:
"Sucre, who can get the medicine in prison?"
"Medicine? What medicine? If you have any questions, please contact Sarah."
"Of course it's medicine that the infirmary can't prescribe!"
"I'm afraid... I have to find a 'note'."
"Can he get the medicine?"
"Yes, but you have to be prepared for the price."
"What does he like?"
"In prison, cigarettes are hard currency, comparable to the existence of knife music." Sucre looked like a senior, knowing what to be proud of.
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After a pause, he suddenly frowned and looked outside.
Gao Bin noticed it and asked him:
"What's wrong?"
"The situation in prisons has been unstable recently, and racial issues may be about to explode."
Gao Bin remembered the riot at the beginning of the plot and walked to the cell door with his pockets in his pocket.
This was an opportunity for him to take out the screws, but he didn't know if T-bag would cause trouble for him.
But when the time comes, there will be a battle between black and white, and there should be no time to take care of him with yellow skin, right?
"Man, don't worry, this is a fight between several gangs and has nothing to do with us." Sucre saw his serious expression and thought he was scared.
But when I think about Gao Bin's skills, I feel ridiculous. Anyone can be scared, but Gao Bin shouldn't be.
When it was time to relax in the afternoon, Gao Bin went to the church as usual. Sure enough, Lincoln was already waiting for him there.
He stood behind Lincoln. Neither of them spoke, but they could both feel each other's presence.
"High!"
"Lincoln!"
"Listen, Gao, I've thought about it, don't take the risk, it's impossible."
Gao Bin smiled:
"Lincoln, even if you don't believe me, don't you believe in Michael? He designed the plan himself. The two of us have deduced it many times, and the success rate is over 80%, which is enough for us to take a gamble."
Lincoln growled:
"Damn it, can't you just listen to me? Don't worry, I will tell Michael and he won't blame you."
"Lincoln, the plan has been started from the moment I came in. I can't give up and I won't give up. You'd better adjust your mentality and prepare to act with me."
"Fuck!" Lincoln cursed.
He leaned back in the chair:
"Gao, what are you going to do?"
"First of all, we must have more opportunities to contact each other. I will find a way to contact Abruzzi and ask him to arrange for us to work in the factory!"
"Abruzzi? I know him. He is not easy to talk to and he is not short of money. Why should he help us?"
"Because I hold a chess piece, a chess piece that he wants to kill most."
Lincoln nodded:
"If this is the case, two job positions are not a big problem."
"I'm afraid there will be conflicts in the past few days. Then we will find an opportunity to meet."
"Conflict?"
"Yes, a conflict between black and white!"
Lincoln knew he had no way out. If there was a chance to live, who would want to die?
"I know, I will seize the opportunity."
"Well, let's do this first."
Gao Bin got up and left first. After he left, Lincoln prayed for a while before applying to leave.
He is a death row prisoner and is always shackled and needs to be accompanied by prison guards, which is very inconvenient.
...
In the evening, Gao Bin continued to use paper to rub tattoos. He had to use this method to help himself familiarize himself with his memory.
Sucre is writing a love letter:
"Man, help me think of a word to express love, but I can't say love directly!"
Gao Bin rolled his eyes at him:
"You asked the wrong person. You should ask the dictionary this question."
"Damn, it's too difficult!" Sucre tore off the waste paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it away.
"Don't think about it. Love letters are not suitable for you. You should wait until you go out and express your love with a passionate kiss."
Sucre pouted:
"Rude, so rude!"
"If you ask me, you should ask her to come and apply for conjugal visitation time!"
"Hey! Already applied."
"Congratulations!"
Gao Bin curled his lips, he was worthy of being an ugly emperor despite being in jail and enjoying women.
...
It was dinner time again, this time Gao Bin did not bother Charles, but came to Abruzzi's table with a plate.
"Abruzzi." Gao Bin squeezed past his two younger brothers and sat directly opposite Abruzzi.
"Who are you?"
"You can call me Gao, or you can call me Angel."
"Angel? Damn it, I've only seen it in nightclubs."
His words made his men laugh.
Gao Bin also laughed:
"That's a good joke. Do you know Angel Baby? She's so beautiful."
"Angel baby? I don't know, boy, do you think you are qualified to talk and laugh with me?"
Abruzzi, who was still smiling one second, turned down his face the next, and his face changed faster than a woman's.
"I have a piece of information in my hand that might interest you."
"I can answer you without listening. I'm not even interested in your bullshit information. Get out of here before I get angry!"
Gao Bin dipped his finger into the soup and then wrote a capital F on the table.
The letters were clearly visible, and Abruzzi frowned:
"You may not know that the last person who asked me to guess a riddle had his head exploded by a bullet from me. The scene was quite beautiful. Do you want to try it?"
Gao Bin sneered:
"Put away your threats, Abruzzi, and recognize the situation. I have the person you want most in my hands."
Sure enough, this sentence confirmed Abruzzi's guess:
"Who are you?"
"That's not important. What's important is that you have to help me, because helping me means helping yourself."
"Why should I trust you?"
"Call and ask yourself. Maybe friends outside can tell you what to do."
Gao Bin wiped his hands on the boy next to him, smiled politely, and left Abruzzi's table.
This shit-like meal, I really don’t want to eat again.