When he first entered the Chinese cell, Powell was in a very bad mood. In addition, he had no language skills, so he had zero communication with his inmates. However, when he chose to get on and off the bed, Length received his eye threat. It seemed that this bastard didn't like people to sleep on him.

"Get out of bed, it's comfortable~" muttered, Leng Tsai held the paper and pencil, and then covered the bedding and covered himself with his whole body under the quilt, and was drawing something.

"These three people should sound like x-triangle accents, most of them are drug dealers. What he said to the person next to him just now is what he is drawing at this time."

Although he was silent all the time, the surroundings were all under Powell's observation. Mazi next door could understand their words and must first figure them out tomorrow.

We were at peace all night. The next morning, after breakfast, the usual time was to release the air, but the prison guard said that the bag processing workload during this period was a bit large, and for the sake of the future interests of the inmates, the noon release time was temporarily cancelled.

A group of eight people followed the brigade into the prison workshop. Powell also confirmed from Mazi that the person who was locked up with him was indeed a drug dealer who came to China to sell drugs in the X-Triangle. He was imprisoned for twenty years and seemed to be discussing the jailbreak with his accomplices.

Of course, Powell ignored this kind of ignorant person, as long as he didn't interfere with himself.

Entering the huge workshop, the new ones were arranged in sequence to the last work station, and sat down one by one. The assembly line was filled with batches of plastic bags. The prisoners' job was to tie these bags up bundles with nylon ropes and put them in large boxes.

Some people charge on a daily basis, and the money earned is used to deduct the expenses of the person during the sentence. The remaining people are paid in one lump sum when they are released from prison, which is a working model for the prisoners to renew independently.

The job of bundling bags is very simple. The prison guards roughly explained the technical points and left. Several newcomers also started working honestly. There were fully armed soldiers everywhere, and they didn't want to be irritated for no reason.

"What is that bastard doing?"

When I first came here, everything was about to be familiar with. The mercenaries did not dare to be too high-profile, but the drug dealer actually started to make small moves before lunch was about to be had.

"Hide the nylon thread in your mouth and braid the rope to prepare for escape."

"Why don't you report him? Maybe there will be a prize."

"Shut up, you idiot, let them explore the way first, we need ropes too."

"Brother, is it impossible to succeed if you really want to escape from prison?"

The white man who spoke was sentenced to eight years, which was relatively light, and he felt a little unwilling to take risks.

"Shut up, it's your own business if you don't want to leave, but don't ruin my plan. If you die, it's a small matter. Your wife and a son and two daughters don't want them to have something to do, right?"

"Brother, I'm wrong. I mean I will go back and forth with my brothers."

"I hope you have a close voice, otherwise I can kill you even in prison."

He stuffed a ball of nylon thread into his mouth. The cold thorn felt a little uncomfortable, but he could barely deal with it. When he left the seat, he pushed his face, trying not to let anyone see any clues.

"Come one by one, don't squeeze, you can't eat without you."

Since there are binding tools such as scissors in the workshop, prisoners must conduct strict security checks when leaving. Metal detectors are required. Every part of the body must be manually inspected. Not to mention scissors, even a needle cannot be taken out.

With a natural expression, Leng Ting successfully passed the security check. When he arrived at the manual security gate, the smart military prison guards plundered up and down and seemed to have something wrong with his face.

"What's wrong with the face?"

There was a ball of nylon thread stuffed in his mouth, and the cold thorn could say nothing, so he could only shake his head um.

Just as the prison guard was about to let Leng Tsui open his mouth, lightning from behind kicked the mercenary prisoner in front of him. The mercenary instantly turned over and knocked down the front several times. The two sides then fought, and the scene was in chaos.

The prison guards in front quickly went over to maintain order, and the terrified cold thorn hurriedly passed through the artificial gate.

With the arrival of a large number of prison guards, the riot was quickly subsided. By retrieving video surveillance, it was confirmed that a new prisoner in front stepped on the foot of a new prisoner in the back and the one behind fought back with his feet.

The result of this matter was that two parties were in a lockdown for one day, and other fighters were responsible for toilets and public areas hygiene work this week.

"You are not allowed to go back to the safe area by the door."

After breakfast, there was an hour off, and Lengtou lay down at the door and wanted to communicate with his accomplices in Gobi.

"If you are not here, you are not here."

He muttered to himself, Leng Thorn returned to the bed and confirmed that the prison guard had left the door. He began to tap the wall gently. When he went to bed, he felt energetic: This is difficult, this is not the code of Morse.

The bastard below actually used Morse code to communicate. It seemed that he was not an ordinary drug dealer. Only then did Powell start to face these three clowns.

Previously, they used their subordinates to create riots. Powell knew very well, but he still specifically told all subordinates not to disclose any information. After all, he was determined to escape from prison. Why not have a ready-made tester?

"Brother, the third brother has been arrested. He won't be in trouble, right?"

"Don't worry, I'm just a day's confinement and came out soon, but whether these idiots have found our plans is really scary at noon."

When he knocked on the wall, the cold thorn used the public version of Moss code to communicate, and Powell, who went to bed, could naturally hear it clearly.

"Then what should we do next?"

"Continue to collect nylon threads, I'll tell you if there is enough."

"Can we really succeed I would rather die than stay here for twenty years."

"Since you are not afraid of death, why do you care about so much? Let me make a rope first, wait for my arrangements for the rest. Remember what the instructor told us when you were in the army: When you are fearless, there is nothing in the world that cannot be accomplished."

"Yes, I'm so glad instructor. If I can go out alive this time, I will definitely go to x1 to drink with him for three days."

"Okay, stop being blind. Sleep for a while. In the afternoon, I'll cover you up."

"Don't worry, brother, I'm a big mouth and won't be revealed."

"It turns out that they are retired soldiers from one country, and they may even retire from special forces. After all, ordinary soldiers in the army will not be called instructors. It seems that these people are really a bit troublesome."

As a master of Morse's cipher, Powell translated the conversation between the two in real time and quietly kept a secret in his heart. After all, there could only be one jailbreak, and no matter what the result is, the second jailbreak cannot be successful, because the prison guards will make targeted compensation for various loopholes based on the actions of the jailbreaker.

If their plan may be successful, Powell will force himself to join. If there is no possibility of success, Powell will expose them in advance and save time from blocking his own way.
Chapter completed!