Chapter 12: Short-lived prisoner 6

"What ?!" Upon hearing the words "Death Fight", Yashiko and Deng Yidiqiqi changed their faces and exclaimed.
R looked at Xu Zhi carefully and expected him to change his face. Unfortunately, he was disappointed. The other person was still indifferent, as if he didn't understand what the so-called deathmatch meant in this long-established prison. He shook his lips and said, "You are also capable. Although the death fight is the tradition here, it has only appeared once in decades. I don't know if you have any life or death with Dyson. It is worth his life to accompany you. play."
Although Xu Zhi was bland on the surface, his heart was not calm at all. He had heard this "death fight" from the mouth of Ba Zi before, which was equivalent to a one-on-one duel. It was a historical tradition of this prison and it was endless. Once the challenger poses a challenge to another person and the challenged party has no right to refuse, the prison guard will act as a referee and set a time and place for them. Generally, it is seven days preparation. Once the deathmatch begins, there is only one person on both sides. Can leave the battlefield alive.
Xu Zhi didn't understand why Dyson had to achieve such a degree. In the original book, he just sent people to learn a few exercises, and suddenly remembered what the other party said in the library that day, he realized that the power of love Sure enough powerful.
"Is it really a deathmatch ?! Why didn't I hear the news?" After the eighth son was shocked, he was a little suspicious. After all, he always reputed to be the information source in District 2. After all, he couldn't report the first time to the boss. Newcomer grabs his head!
Deng Yidi on the side also stared at r desperately, hoping that he said it was false-he couldn't imagine that the burly Han Dyson, who was said to be a special soldier, and Xi Xiu's brother Xi Xiu duel. It is not a style of painting, but care is chaotic. He subconsciously ignored the unremarkable skills of the Xidian exhibition not long ago.
R rolled his eyes. "I have just received reliable information from a brother. It is estimated that the cannibal Cai will come to talk to the handsome guy tomorrow. Be prepared in advance. If it hangs up, I will move here. It doesn't make sense, does it? "
"Cannibal Tsai" refers to the prison director of this prison. Because of his fierce means and surname Cai, the prisoners called him cannibal Tsai in the back.
Seeing all three watching him, Xu Zhi was silent for a while, and said coldly, "Dyson is fighting, just fight. If he wants my life, he must be prepared for the disability."
Deng Yidi clenched his fist, "Xi, let me go for you, I have practiced Taekwondo before ..."
R asked with interest: "How many years did you practice?"
Deng Yidi blushed. "Uh, a summer vacation."
R fell back and rolled his eyes again.
Xu Zhi paid a soothing look to the anxious Xiao Di, and then ended the topic: "Well, I will check the room right away and go to bed."
For a long time, Deng Yidi's weak voice came from the darkness: "That, what, r? You sleep in my bed ..."
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The deathmatch will take place in the afternoon seven days later.
The news spread quickly and the whole prison boiled. The fierce fight between death and death, the protagonist is the two "celebrities" of Dyson and Duan Xi. For each prisoner, there is no less excitement than watching the World Cup, and they are rushing to place bets with some goods in their hands.
However, almost everyone is more optimistic about Dyson, the number one character around the five masters. After all, not only has he been a genuine special soldier, but also a glorious record of five picks, and Duan Xi, to be honest, even if his fists have recently been tough It ’s been a lot, but he could n’t lift up the bully heads of the strong brothers before, but the big guy still remembers, how can he take the risk and press the few cigarettes on him.
As a result, the current odds are one to fifteen, a huge gap.
"Finished, fifteen, this game is not good for our army." Eight sons lay on the bed, lamenting.
R smiled beside him, "This is not very good. By then, Duan accidentally strangled that Dyson, and we could make a lot of money."
Hachiko sighed, what's the chance of being upset? It seems that he managed to hold a thigh and was going to be chopped off.
"You pressed Duan?" Eight sons asked in a low voice.
"Of course I have to support it, but I haven't pressed it all the way, this number." R stretched out three fingers.
"So did you buy Dyson?"
R smiled, put his head together, three fingers shook, and whispered: "It's still the number, but it's not the 'root', it's the 'bag'."
Hachiko: "..." He just had such a stubborn mind. The family is all over the boss, and he still has to be like this one to stay alive.
They thought that Duan Xi was still lying on the bed, but as soon as he turned his head, people stood quietly behind him, his face expressionless and weird.
Ba Zi touched his head, "Hey, what, brother Duan, younger brother is all over you, come on, you are the best!"
r At the slightest guilty conscience, he smiled and said, "That is, handsome guy, we support you! Spiritually."
Xu Zhi drew his mouth and was about to speak, and suddenly someone knocked on the iron door of the cell.
"Duan Xi, your stuff."
Xu Zhi walked over and received a work permit from this person, which was marked with "ls work shed certificate" and number.
"You are also a working class, do your best. Brother Wang is very optimistic about you." The man gave things, patted Xu Zhi's shoulder, and left.
Looking at the work certificate in his hand, Xu Zhi knew in his heart that this was another convenience Wang Wangyi gave himself. The ls work shed is different from the factory building where prisoners work daily. It mainly produces and processes meat products. It is an important source of income in the prison. Cannibal Tsai directly manages and stable wages. Wang Hongyi also manages it. After entering ls, Xu Zhi and Wang Hongyi's communication opportunities, and some other people's trading opportunities, will undoubtedly increase a lot.
"Xi brother, great!" Xiaodi is very happy. Entering ls means less suffering, but also work. Ls can be more humane. Instead, he thought of the imminent death fight, and his mood fell again.
Hachiko and R also came together to congratulate him. Xu Zhi took away the hand that r grabbed his neck, walked to the bed and tore off the white bed cover, shoved it into the hand of R next to him, and pulled out a few days ago from the medical service. The room got the tools and said, "Hang up the sheets."
R froze for a moment, suddenly understood something, winked and winked: "Hey, handsome, don't you know that you only hang this when you want to be intimate with your inmates? Do you want to come with me?" He threw a charm Eye, "I don't mind, I'm afraid that someone will be jealous."
Deng Yidi glared at him, pulled the bed sheet from R's arms, and quickly hung it on the cell door, covering all sights outside.
When Xu Zhi ignored R, he handed the tool to Ba Zi and started the excavation project. He said, "r and Xiaodi will check the room after about 15 minutes and pay attention to time."
The underpass in the cell leads to the infirmary. He once dug a start while avoiding the fat of his former roommate. The amount of work is still sufficient. In addition, the tools are not very powerful. At night, prison guards inspect the room. It's really not easy.
Xu Zhi threw the work permit on the bed, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, turned it over, and found that the back was slightly raised.
He couldn't help but bend his lips and laughed, took the card out of the case and opened it, and a folded paper appeared in front of his eyes.
This drawing is not large or small, and if you spread it out, it is exactly the structure of the prison, from the prison cell to the infirmary. Although at first glance it is just a simple line, there are a lot to discover. At least, with this map provided by Wang Hongyi, Xu Zhi dug the tunnel and got a clear direction, but it was a lot easier.
Xu Zhi couldn't help feeling that Wang Hongyi was a reliable partner. But he also had some doubts. Dark Wang Hongyi is now showing the energy, he is fully capable of his own escape from prison, and does not need to pull any companions. Then, why did Wang Hongyi find him because he was an architecture student? College Students? You know, there is no shortage of talents in this prison, just like the r in front of his eyes, it is not simple.
Since he couldn't figure it out, Xu Zhi didn't force himself. Now his goal is to successfully escape from prison. Regardless of what purpose Wang Hongyi has, even if it is a temporary rise, it is still important to dig the authenticity. As for the deathmatch after seven days? Without first comparing him with Dyson's force, it is enough to say that he, as a tasker, cannot kill the protagonist of the world, which is a headache for him. He can only take one step at a time.
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Seven days later, the prisoners gathered around the playground in a fiery atmosphere, eyes fixed on the two men standing in the middle of the playground.
These two people are Dyson and Xu Zhi, who are fighting each other. They both took off their shirts and exposed their upper bodies. The difference is that Dyson has a dark complexion and is muscular. At first glance, there is a macho figure. Xu Zhi He is not as exaggerated as he is, his skin tone is white, and his muscles are smooth. Although he is a little thin, he has a power that cannot be ignored.
Of course, the above is just the perception of a few people. In the eyes of most people, it is obviously the rhythm of strong men suppressing weak chickens!
Dyson looked around Xu Zhi up and down, and he was a little scornful, and even regretted the impulse to launch the duel. After all, he was a soldier who bullied a young child. It was a bit bad. Before, he Maybe let him go, but now—
The man's handsome face flashed in his mind, and Dyson's eyes calmed down in vain. Since he dared to have a relationship with his people, he should be well aware of death.
Xu Zhi waited for a long time, Dyson just looked at him all the time, frowning and sneering sometimes, an ice cube face made several rich expressions, just don't speak, he raised his eyebrows impatiently and provoked: " Let's get started, are you afraid? "
Let me see how strong your protagonist is.