Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 152 Sounds the horn of counterattack

  Adel saw the hope of reversing the trend of competing with Lecter for the position of warden.

  Villac's words woke him up, and he thought about what would happen after the prisoners won the football game.

   First of all, a very crucial point. From the fact that he provided countless conveniences for the prison guards and set limits on the prisoners everywhere, it can be seen that Lecter never thought of letting the prisoners win this game. That's why they boldly released the big words of 'As long as the prisoners win the game, they are allowed to write letters and send them outside'. After all, the prisoners couldn't win at all, even if he said that the prisoners won, he would let them go and he didn't need to honor it.

  In fact, there are a large number of political prisoners in Daimans Prison. Even if they are not as important as Veraker and Keating at this time, it is impossible for them to allow letters to be sent.

   This has been a rule for decades, and Adel has complied with it to this day.

  If he helped the prisoners win the game, then he would have thrown Lecter in a situation he hadn't even thought about.

   Lecter really has to deliver on his promise.

  Lecter has fulfilled his promise, which is unreasonable for Adel and the regulations. Even Adel can easily kick Lecter out of prison with this behavior. Failure to do so would be tantamount to teasing thousands of prisoners, including Verak.

Judging from the desperate competition just now and inviting himself to cooperate, Adel concluded that Veraker must have other purposes for wanting the prisoner to win. Therefore, if Lecter violated his promise, on the one hand, his efforts would be in vain, and on the other hand, he would be convinced. Lecter has no credit at all.

   When the time comes, Veraker will definitely give up cooperating with Lecter.

   All in all, as long as Adel helps the prisoners win the game, no matter what Lecter chooses, the final result will be losing the capital to compete with him for the position of warden.

"The cooperation deal you just said." Adel stood beside Veraker, "I can help you win the game, all you have to do is, no matter when you find out the final whereabouts of gold, you cannot Reveal it to Lecter in the month."

   On the surface, Adel still pretended to have reached a cooperation with Verak.

   There's only one loophole in his plan, and that's if Lecter asks about the whereabouts of the gold before delivering on the prisoner's promise to win the game, then everything he's doing will mean nothing. He wanted to make sure that Veraker would not reveal the whereabouts of the gold until Lecter was transferred for serious violations of the fulfillment and lost credit for not fulfilling the promise.

   "...Okay." Verak was a little confused.

  Just now he thought that Adel was gone, he was disheartened and had no expectations for the game. Now that the peak has turned around, Adel not only agreed to cooperate, but also came up with a way to help the prisoner win the game by using him as a referee, which made him unable to react.

   "After listening to them explain the rules, I found that there is nothing difficult about being a referee. I can take over." Adel knew that time would not be delayed, and the prison guards had gained a huge advantage. Every time they waited for a while, a ball might be lost. And if the prison guards score one more goal, the prisoners' hope of winning is slim. "Do you think I can help you?"

   "Give us the right to fight back!" The warden's voice was greater than that of Lecter, and Verak made a request that was impossible to achieve before.

  Adel thought about it.

  He knew how much fire the prisoners were holding back. If they were allowed to fight back, the dozens of prison guards who participated in the competition would probably be beaten to the ground.

   "Is there anything else?" Adel asked.

   "Counterattack is the most important thing. If we can't counterattack, we will never win them." Verak only wants this, not just for the reason he said.

  The first half of the game was about halfway through, and the prisoners here have been replaced by almost one hundred and ten people. How could he swallow this breath when so many people were injured.

  He wants to fight for everyone's right to fight back, and let the prisoners knock down the prison guards who abused them with their own hands.

   "You can only use your fists." Adel was very conflicted. He had to let the prisoners win, but he didn't want the prison guards to get hurt.

   "Okay!" Even if he couldn't get the baton, Verak knew the truth.

   There is no benefit for the prison guards to win. Their benefit is to enjoy the game with Lecter. Prisoners are different, they can risk everything for the reward of victory, even if the attack method is close, but as long as they can do it, they can explode with unprecedented strength.

   What's more, they have two thousand people!

   "Pause!" Adel took the horn from the prison guard and entered the arena, put one hand in his pocket, and just yelled in a moderate manner. The prison guards and prisoners who were fighting hard to distinguish immediately stopped attacking.

  They can ignore anyone, except the warden.

   "Now I am the match referee. For the sake of fairness, the prisoners are allowed to attack the prison guards, but they are not allowed to use batons, only fists." Adel said standing in the center of the field.

   Newly added game rules spread throughout the square.

  Hundreds of people from both sides of the game, the onlookers on the sentry post, and the substitute prisoners on the sidelines were stunned when they heard that Adel had interfered in the game and made new regulations.

  One side does not believe that Adel, who is the prison warden, will fight against his own people, and the other side does not believe that this famous killer has provided them with help.

   "The game continues." After finishing speaking, Adel turned around and walked slowly to the sidelines.

  The audience was still quiet. The prison guards looked at the indifferent Adel in disbelief. The prisoners looked at each other and asked each other to make sure if they heard it wrong.

   "Don't stand still! Hurry up!" Verak shouted.

  His shout woke everyone up.

  The prisoners approached the prison guard suspiciously.

  They couldn't believe it, and they were even more afraid that they would be retaliated tomorrow after fighting the prison guards today.

   "What's going on?!" Dawn, who was also resting, bypassed Adel and came to Verak to ask about the situation, and other scattered prisoners also surrounded him.

  Adel interfered in the game after contacting him. All these changes must have something to do with him.

  Forefoot became the only privileged prisoner in the game presided over by Lecter, beat Lecter until his brow bone bleeds, and was sent to the infirmary. Now I can talk with the warden again, persuade the warden to change the competition system and act as a referee himself.

  Is this still a prisoner?

   It is not surprising that it is the boss of Adel and Lecter.

   "It's nothing, it depends on the interests." Of course, Verac couldn't tell the specific content of the transaction, and he himself became more and more confused. He felt that the transaction he just proposed was not attractive. How could Adel agree?

   Is it possible that, given him a month, can he really find a way to reverse the situation and keep his position as warden?

   "Are you up? Chris?" Dawn perked up again. If he can attack the prison guards, he can hit two or three of them!

Verak rested for a while, recovered a lot of strength, and the wound didn't hurt so much, he looked at the prisoners on the field who hadn't let go and didn't dare to do anything to the prison guards: "Come on, we have to set an example. "

   As he spoke, Verak put his baton on the ground, stood up, and stretched his sore body: "Swap!"

  The two ran into the arena, replaced the two wounded prisoners, and then tacitly rushed towards the prison guard side by side.

  Verak swept the three prison guards with a blow, forcing them to retreat. After Dawn let go of his hands and feet, he was extremely brave. He raised his arm to block the blow, and directly blasted a prison guard away with his fist.

   "Good job!" Dawn's performance surprised Veraker, and Veraker couldn't help but praise while fighting.

   "Come on!" Dawn didn't have time to reply to Veraker's words. After killing a prison guard in one round, he chased the other prison guards non-stop.

  A prison guard who was no smaller than him came up to him, and the two punched each other to the flesh. Dawn, who was more experienced in fighting, soon knocked him to the ground.

   In less than a minute, Dawn beat the two prison guards to the ground by himself. This move made the guards watching speechless, and those on the field were even more frightened.

  Although two prison guards came in immediately, none of them dared to confront Dawn head-on.

   "Go! Why are they treating them like animals for so many years, and still cringe! Don't you want to write to your family?! We must win!" Dawn encouraged his companions.

  The other prisoners saw that Dawn beat the prison guards like this, and the warden didn't speak, and gradually became bolder, and fought back against the prison guards.

  Although the prisoners did not have weapons, all of them seemed to be unafraid of pain, carrying batons that fell heavily on their bodies to attack the prison guards.

   A punch.

   One kick.

   Two punches.

   Two feet.

Under the leadership of Veraker and Dawn, the nine prisoners on the field and the less than a hundred substitutes in the audience didn't even care about whether they would be rehabilitated by the prison police. They wanted to vent their anger after being imprisoned for so many years and win the victory. Get in touch with family members.

  They actually began to gain the upper hand and beat the prison guards to pieces. From the prison guards chasing them to beat them, it became them chasing the prison guards.

   "Good job! Beat 'em to death!"

   "Dawn, watch out!"

   "Goal! Quick! Goal!"

The silent substitute prisoners became enthusiastic and excited. From silently watching their own people being beaten to be inhuman one after another, to fighting back so that the prison guards retreated to the goal, the innermost feelings in their hearts Something is waking up.

   Fists are not as good as batons after all, and the replacement speed of the prisoners remains high, with three or four prisoners going up every minute.

   Prison guards also began to have wounded, five people in a row in just three or four minutes!

Veraker and Dawn led the team of prisoners who were constantly changing to suppress the prison guards. Soon, under the siege of the two prisoners, the prison guard holding the ball was overturned to the ground, and the football was out of the control of the prison guards for the first time after 30 minutes of the game. !

   "Who can play football?! Go!" Seeing the football leave the crowd and roll to the sidelines, Vilak, who was clinging to a prison guard, yelled to remind the prisoners.

  With his roar, all the prisoners and prison guards in front of him noticed the football and started rushing towards it.

   "I will!" Among the rushing people, a prisoner waved at Verak and ran towards the football with all his strength.

   "Cover him!" Valak ordered.

   Others except the prisoner desperately pulled and hit the prison guard who was trying to stop him.

  The football was out of control for the first time, the prison guards cheered up, and the attack became more and more violent. But with hope in sight, the prisoners became extremely tenacious, no matter how hard the prison guards attacked them, they never took a step back.

   Soon, the inmate hooked the football with his foot before it rolled off the field and began dribbling the ball towards the first team goal.

   "Stop him!"

   "Cowles! Hurry up!"

   "Don't let them score!"

  The prison guards on the sentry post also panicked. They didn't expect that the prisoners could organize a counterattack and grab the ball.

  The prison guard named Cowles is closest to the prisoner with the ball and the goal, so most of the colleagues above are urging him to solve the prisoner who is entangled him as soon as possible and guard the goal.

"Die! Die!" Cowles was hugged by the waist by a prisoner. He hit the prisoner's head and waist with a baton, but the prisoner's hands were still holding him tightly like pliers, " Do you want to die! Let me go!"

   "Pfft!" The prisoner who was holding Cowles to prevent him from moving spouted a mouthful of blood, his face was flushed, and he insisted on biting his blood-stained teeth.

  The same is true in other places. Seeing the hope of scoring goals, the prisoners become desperate.

  Dawn grabbed two prison guards by himself, fearing that he would break free, so he simply fell backwards, and brought the prison guards down and couldn't get up.

   "Come on! Hurry up!"

   "Hold on!"

   "Shoot! Shoot!"

  The hearts of the substitute prisoners were all pulled.

  The prisoner with the ball finally approached the goal, volleyed and kicked the ball into the unguarded goal!

  One to four!

   "Come in!"

   "One to four! One to four! We scored!"

   "Fucking! Well done!"

  The substitute prisoner exploded, and many suppressed emotions broke out at this moment.

   One to four.

  The criminals' counterattack horn sounded.

  —

  Outside the infirmary

  The corridor was full of prisoners. When the doctor saw minor injuries, he felt that there was no need to bandage them. When he saw serious injuries, he thought it was useless to use them. He just glanced around, and when Lecter was brought over, he quickly treated the deputy warden first.

   "How did you get hurt like this?!" The doctor exclaimed as he unwrapped the temporary bandage on Lecter's head, "Could it be that the prisoners escaped again?!"

   "No, we are competing." Lecter's face twitched from time to time due to pain, "Hurry up and deal with it, I have to go there later."

   "Your injury is so serious, you still need to rest."

"Do not talk nonsense!"

   "Yes..." The doctor frantically treated Lecter's wound.

   Halfway through the process, a prison guard came in outside: "Doctor, take a look at him."

   "Help him to the bed first." The doctor was busy dealing with Lecter, so he had to ask the prison guard to help the injured colleague to the next bed.

   Lecter turned his head and looked at the prison guard.

  The only one who can attack the prison guards is Verak. Could it be that he is playing again so soon? ! how can that be?

   Lecter couldn't believe how hard he hit, Veraker was able to return to the game without coming to the infirmary for treatment, and beat the prison guard down.

  His competitive spirit rose again.

  Since Verac can still fight, why can he just lie on the hospital bed!

   "Let's go!" Lecter pushed away the doctor who was applying medicine to his wound, grinning his teeth and got down on the ground, "Let's deal with him first, I have to go back."

   "But you—"

   Before Lecter interrupted this time, four more injured prison guards were helped in outside the door.

  Looking at so many injured prison guards crammed into the small infirmary, Lecter was surprised: "Chris beat you like this?! Didn't he also get injured?!"

   "The deputy warden... not only, not only No. 8196... other... prisoners can fight back." A prison guard said with difficulty.

   "What?!" Lecter imagined that the arena was in chaos, and the prisoners didn't follow the rules and started rioting.

   "Yes, it is the warden... He allowed the prisoners to attack, attack us..."

   "What?!" Lecter almost lost his footing.

  (end of this chapter)