Wine and Gun

"Guess what, the prison guards must be clear in their hearts." Isaac curved his mouth grimly, "But how can there be secrets without blind spots, and how can they get oil and water from us prisoners without secrets? They know these prisoners will take advantage of these leaks, but they're just as happy to see it happen."

Armalite looked straight at Balmond nonchalantly and said, "I'm here to kill you."

"Kill me?!" Balmond paused for a second in disbelief as if he had heard some funny joke, then burst into a rude laugh, "Who do you think you're talking to? If I'm anything like those scumbags It's so easy to be intimidated—"

His voice froze awkwardly here, and turned into a low groan, because Herstal pounced on like a vigorous leopard, emerged from the shadow, and punched him Balmond's belly.

Although Bamond was strong, he was still flesh and blood, so he bent down suddenly and curled up when the opponent slammed his stomach with precision. In between shaking, his heel tripped on a log behind him, and he fell to the log pile.

"There are two difficulties with this plan," Isaac said. "The first is, of course, the problem of blind spots. Only about half of the entire lumber shed will not be captured by surveillance cameras. If there is a fight, and you can't control the scope of the fight, it is very likely that It was later discovered by the guards that you were the murderer - so it had to be done quickly."

Herstal nodded, his tone flat: "I think I can guarantee that."

Ordinary people may think that he has excess self-confidence, but Isaac did not struggle with this problem. If he was not confident in this regard, he would not go to a suspected Westland pianist to do it. So he continued: "The second point is that there is indeed a lot of wood in this lumber shed, and any suitable wood may become a weapon in the opponent's hands."

"I mentioned this to you before, when you first proposed this plan." Herstal said, "It is to avoid such a situation where the opponent suddenly counterattacks. When I do it, it is best to Gotta have a—"

Balmond fell heavily on the pile of wood, which was actually a heavy fall, but his reaction was fast enough. The attacker pounced deftly, straddling him, and grabbed Balmond's neck with both hands.

The strength of Armalite's attack left Balmond no doubt that if the opponent had the opportunity, he would strangle him without mercy, or twist his neck on the spot. When his breathing was gradually cut off by the opponent, he grabbed his hands around his side. In the end, his right hand grabbed a piece of wood. At this time, he could no longer take advantage of his hand. The direction of Malette's head swung heavily.

Amarette rolled to the side, and the heavy wood almost brushed the ends of his hair, and he had retreated two meters away, propping up his body with his right hand on the ground; Balmond saw the cuff of his left hand. There was a flash of cold light, and it was some kind of cold metal weapon that slipped out of his sleeve. That is--

"--Knife."

Armalite swept one leg suddenly and stumbled heavily on Balmond's ankle. Balmond, who hadn't stood up yet, slammed back and slammed heavily on the ground, causing a layer of ascension. of dust.

At the same time his enemy rushed forward, a hand caught the wrist of his hand holding the wood, and with a sudden force, the bones of the wrist cracked. Balmond didn't expect his opponent's strength to be so great. At this moment, his fantasy that he could easily break his opponent's limbs was particularly ridiculous.

The sudden, sharp pain hit him like this, and he trembled, opened his mouth involuntarily, and wanted to scream—

Amalet stabbed a knife in his mouth.

"I'll get a knife," Isaac readily agreed, apparently for a gangster like him, sneaking a weapon into a prison was not difficult. If the rumors that "gangsters hide knives in their rectum or their mouths" are true, maybe most of his men actually have knives.

Herstal glanced at him and asked, "How do you get it to me?"

Since they were all searched before labor and outdoor activities, he himself didn't think he could sneak a knife outside -- and he didn't really want to stuff any of that into his own either. in the rectum.

"It's a good time to have a guard friend again." Isaac smiled, "I think, or you can find the knife outside the back window of the lumber shed...you can dig it out of the soil. come out."

Barmond's screams were all choked back - to be precise, he was choked by a mouthful of blood, so he didn't spit out a word other than a vague cough - that knife stabbed sharply Into his tongue, Herstal turned his wrist holding the hilt, and the sharp blade cut out half a circle on the soft flesh, thank goodness that his tongue was not completely cut off.

When the pain reaches a certain level, the person can't even make a sound. A series of painful whine came from Bamond's mouth. The whole person convulsively tried to form a ball, which is the most intuitive reaction when a person is injured.

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