Wine and Gun

“There are two small pieces of ground in the yard against the wall that are blind spots for the cameras, and they are not in any of the cameras,” Isaac said. Boiler room labor, there are boilers for heating and hot water supply in the entire East District, it is stuffy and hot, no one wants to go there, as long as you apply to the prison guards, you can go there, the camera lens of the boiler room is basically covered by coal ash No one can see if you're working. It's very easy to get from the boiler room door to the first blind spot and not be seen."

"And then?" Herstal asked. "As you said, there is surveillance between the two blind spots."

Isaac shook his head: "The camera in this yard rotates, and you can go from the first blind spot to the second blind spot when the camera rotates. You have to bend your head and bow your head when running over, or you will be caught by the opposite side of the yard. Another camera took it." He reached out and marked the location of the other camera with a pencil, "Of course, the whole process has to be very, very fast, or it's all over by the time the camera turns around."

"And the guards patrolling the yard," Herstal continued.

"The prison guards will change their shifts at three o'clock in the afternoon. During the whole process, there will be no one in the yard for about four minutes. The whole process is enough for one person to reach the lumber shed from one side of the yard." Isaac replied as if he had been prepared.

"But it's just going, and I'll be stuck when I come back." Herstal sneered.

Isaac was obviously not angry. He stretched out his hand and clicked on the other end of the scribbled map: "There will also be people working here, and about five or six prisoners will be here to sort out their prison uniforms after washing. I can Arrange my people here, and let them find a way to provoke a conflict at the right time. After the conflict broke out, the closest prison guards are the ones who patrol the yard - they will go to suppress the conflict here, you can take advantage of this Time to go back to the boiler room."

This answer sounds too perfect, in fact, the whole plan sounds so. Herstal was silent for a moment, and then he suddenly raised his head with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You've planned all this, haven't you?" he asked.

When Herstal rushed back to the boiler room, his orange prison uniform was covered in large smears of blood that gradually dried up to brown, looking startling. When he closed the door to the boiler room, he could still hear the commotion outside: Isaac's men had indeed caused a terrible commotion, and there seemed to be a conflict on the other side of the yard, which could be heard from this distance. The prison guard yelled loudly. Obviously, they not only attracted the prison guards in the yard, but also attracted a lot of guards elsewhere.

Pfister was standing beside the coal pile in the boiler room, holding a shovel in his hand, his face flushed red from the heat, and a few streaks of coal ash had been rubbed on his body, making him look stupid.

The sweaty Pfister looked at Herstal's blood-stained clothes and said sincerely, "Wow."

Hestal didn't bother to talk about it. He neatly took off his blood-stained prison uniform and threw them all into the open boiler in one breath. Then he picked up another set from the corner of the room and shook off the stains on it. Coal Ash: This is what Pfister stole when he went to the laundry room. Pfister is quite reliable in this kind of petty theft.

Pfister watched Hestal put on the clean prison uniform with a strange reverence, and couldn't help but say, "Oh my God, did you really do it? Do you know, Isa Ke has been looking for someone who can help him with this matter a long time ago, but he has never found a suitable person, you are really amazing! You are indeed a Westland pianist! - Did you really do it?!"

As if in response to Feist's words, at this moment, the entire Eastern District suddenly rang out.

Herstal curled the corners of his lips coldly. The bloodthirsty breath was fading from those unsmiling eyes.

——Isaac didn't seem surprised to hear this question.

"Yes, we worked on this plan for a long time, bribing quite a few people along the way." Isaac paused, then admitted frankly, "But as you can see, the plan The risk is very high, and every link in the middle may go wrong. In fact, the person who carries out this plan is very likely to fail——

"We've always wanted to do this, but no one wants to take that risk."

Isaac paused, the silence slowly fermenting among them, and then suddenly he laughed.

"We were looking for outlaws willing to gān like this—until we met you."

Chapter 119 Chrysalis 03

The corpse was hanging from the ceiling, in the shadow of the rough timber shed. It was as pale as white meat on a chopping board, smooth and sticky, like pork on a hook in a factory. It was hung by a rope and stretched into a strange shape with many bloody intestines wrapped around its neck, the blood had dried up and turned a strange brown color, and those intestines hung from the ceiling like the most bloody intestines. A scene from a cheap horror movie, blood drips from these oddities like a rain of blood.

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