Chapter 1199: The last madness (3)

"If it is established..." Lu Jialiang thought for a moment. "It will take at least 20 years. After all, you are too concerned about this case."
Moreover, Chen Ziming’s way of escaping from illness will leave a very bad impression on the judge, and it will definitely affect his sentencing at that time, but these Lu Jialiang will not tell him.
"Of course, you don't have to worry, I will definitely help you." Lu Jialiang stood up with a briefcase. "I will contact Chen, let him come to see you, and wait until you pay me the remaining legal fees." I will definitely help you to sue the crime! Then you have a good rest, let me inquire about the blue blue thing!"
Making an excuse, Lu Jialiang went straight.
Chen Ziming looked at the background of his departure, just mad at his teeth.
The other party obviously only recognizes the money, and expects him to win the lawsuit, almost impossible!
Twenty years...
Now he is thirty years old, staying in prison for twenty years, and his life is over.
No, no, he can't be a prisoner, absolutely not!
Chen Ziming looked up at the sun outside the window and slammed up from the bed. The left hand's handcuff pulled the bed and made a shrill sound.
The door of the ward was immediately pushed open. A police officer sneaked in his face and immediately replied unkindly. "What? Do you want to hide back? When you lose the liquid, we will take you back to the cell immediately. Don't give it to me. Ghost idea!"
Chen Ziming lay back on the pillow again, his eyes swept over the medicine bottle on the shelf, and his brow wrinkled.
If you are sent back to the cell, waiting for him must be the result of being sentenced to jail again. That life is not as good as death!
He wants to escape, he must escape.
Staying in the green hills, not afraid of not burning wood, as long as he can escape from abroad, find ways to get the gold bars in the bank, he can hide his name and start a new life.
The key is how to escape?
Looking at the two guards at the door, Chen Ziming’s eyes swiftly passed around.
The medicine bottle above the head, the medical tray on the table... Finally, his sight fell on the infusion needle on the back of his right hand.
With a heart, his lips are smirking.
One minute and one second passed, and a guard stood up and looked over to the ward. I saw Chen Ziming leaning on the pillow and closing his eyes to "sleep well."
"This kid is really big, can you sleep at this time?" The guard stood up and touched the lighter in his pocket. "Look at him for a while, I will smoke."
"Go!" Another guard raised his chin.
Take out a cigarette and lick it on your mouth, guarding one hand and playing with a lighter to go far.
Listening quietly to the footsteps of the person's footsteps, Chen Ziming, who slept soundly, opened his eyes immediately.
"Hey, anyone?"
The rest of the guards walked into the ward with some impatience. "What?"
Chen Ziming swayed his hand, "I am going to the bathroom."
"Lazy on the grind!"
The guards complained that in the end, the key of the handcuffs was taken out of the pocket and went to the bedside. Chen Ziming’s eyes swept over the holster hanging from his waist, and the eyes flashed coldly.
Soon, the guard helped him open the handcuffs. Chen Ziming took the medicine bottle from the shelf and the guard sent him to the bathroom door to raise his chin.
"Do not close the door, explain it quickly, don't give me a little trick!"
The other party is a young man who looks like a gentleman. The guards are not too serious about his defense. Even the guns are not taken out.
Chen Ziming walked into the bathroom with the medicine bottle, and pretended to slip when he entered the door, making a scream.