"I really didn't do anything!" The Arabian man, who was brought over by Wright, said innocently, "He was in such a miserable state. How could I bully him?
"I believe in God. I'm really not a terrorist!
"Besides, the Chinese man is quite good at fighting. I can't beat him. Anyway …"
"Cut the crap!" Wright had a certain level of prestige among the prisoners in the Paradise District. She immediately patted the man's shoulder and asked, "Then, tell me, what happened to the Chinese man?"
"He doesn't understand Arabic, so we can't communicate …" The Arabian man explained. "Last night, he suddenly started foaming at the mouth. His whole body was twitching and his face was pale. It seemed that he might die soon …"
"Huh?" Hearing that, Zhao Yu became anxious and asked, "Then … Where is the infirmary? How can I get in? "
"Hey, I've tolerated you for a long time. You're a newcomer. How can you be so rude? Do you want to die? "The Arabian man stared at Zhao Yu arrogantly.
"You're the one who wants to die, sh * t!" Before Zhao Yu could say anything, Wright slapped the Arabian man. "What are you talking about? This is my … Um … "He pointed at Zhao Yu." This is my friend! "
"No way!" Seeing that Wright was supporting Zhao Yu, the Arabian man admitted defeat. "The infirmary is not upstairs. If you want to go, it's very simple. Either you get sick or you get beaten up!"
"But …" Wright interrupted. "Let me remind you, the prison guards here are very lazy. If you're not sick or beaten to death, they won't send you to the infirmary!"
Oh …
Zhao Yu pondered for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up.
I got it!
He suddenly remembered that he had a very suitable device in his device bar. It was called the Invisible Vomiting Pill.
After using this device, it could cause vomiting.
He had never used this device before, so it came in handy that day.
So, Zhao Yu didn't think too much about it. He took out the pill and swallowed it.
The system device was very powerful. As soon as Zhao Yu took it, he felt his stomach churn.
In less than a few seconds, he vomited all over the ground, and white foam appeared at the corner of his mouth.
In order to make the effect more realistic, he simply fell to the ground and shook his body exaggeratedly. His eyes rolled up and he looked like he was about to die …
"It can't be?"
Because he hadn't discussed this with Wright and the Arabian beforehand, the two of them were so scared that they quickly retreated. They didn't know if Zhao Yu was pretending or if he was really poisoned.
Du du …
Du du …
Along with a few whistles, two prison guards ran over from the door. When they saw Zhao Yu's unbearable expression, they quickly ordered Wright and Lin Sanjiu.
"Quick, you two lift him up and send him to the infirmary!"
Wright and the Arabian man looked at each other, then helped Zhao Yu up and carried him to the door.
Seeing that his plan was going so smoothly, Zhao Yu opened one eye and was secretly delighted.
However, just as he was being carried to the door, a prisoner was being carried in by the prison guards. The prisoner walked past Zhao Yu and the others.
The prisoner was being held by two prison guards. As he struggled, he kept begging in English, "Hey, hey, hey … You can't do this. I'm not pretending to be sick. I'm really sick. I'm about to die. You have to treat me. I want to take medicine …"
However, the two prison guards either didn't understand English or didn't want to talk to him. They immediately carried him into the dining room and threw him directly on the ground.
No way!
At that moment, Zhao Yu opened both of his eyes. He was too familiar with the prisoner's voice. It was his father-in-law, Miao Kun!
What a coincidence! He had wanted to pretend to be sick and go to the infirmary to look for him, but Miao Kun happened to be sent back from the infirmary.
This …
As soon as he saw Miao Kun, Zhao Yu was no longer in the mood to go to the infirmary. He immediately straightened up and returned to normal.
"I … I'm fine … I'm fine …" Zhao Yu said to the prison guards and Wright in Arabic. "My stomach feels much better. I don't need to go to the infirmary!"
The prison guards hadn't expected Zhao Yu to recover so quickly, so they were in a daze.
"Oh my God!" Miao Kun saw Zhao Yu and immediately rushed towards him. He grabbed Zhao Yu's arm with one hand and shouted, "Zhao Yu! You … You, you, you … Why are you here? "
"Hey …" The prison guards thought that Miao Kun was trying to escape, so they quickly sent him back.
"I … I'm not dreaming, am I?" Miao Kun was still in shock. He was so surprised that he couldn't even close his mouth.
Zhao Yu was also very excited to finally find his father-in-law. However, when he saw Miao Kun's appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Miao Kun was wearing a prison uniform. He was much thinner than before. His hair was white, his back was a little hunched, his face was full of bruises, and his right arm was wrapped in bandages.
Motherf * cker, Zhao Yu clenched his fist and thought to himself, "Who has the guts to touch Zhao Tianba's father-in-law?!"
I'll make him pay for it!
…
Five minutes later, Zhao Yu and Miao Kun each had their own breakfast. They sat in a quiet corner of the dining room and chatted while eating.
"Zhao Yu … You didn't get drugged and sent here, did you?" Miao Kun was obviously a little anxious. "This is bad! This place is called the House of Sin, and it's in Western Sahara!"
"Don't worry, I wasn't sent here. I came here voluntarily. I'm here to save you!" Zhao Yu quickly comforted him.
"Oh … That's good …" Miao Kun's eyes were wandering. It was obvious that his mental state was very bad. He held Zhao Yu's hand and said, "But this is not just a prison, it's also a military base. It's not easy to escape!"
"It's okay, it's okay. I have everything planned out!" Zhao Yu comforted him, then asked curiously, "Father-in-law, tell me, how did you end up in this prison?
"What happened in the Crescent Hotel in Morocco?"
"Morocco … Morocco …" Miao Kun trembled as he tried to recall, then said, "Oh … I … I was set up by someone! Someone framed me! "
"Really?" Zhao Yu asked. "Who was it?"
"It's … It's the female intelligence trafficker who made the deal with me!" Miao Kun said. "She's a former CIA agent. She framed me!"
"Oh?" Hearing this, Zhao Yu was confused. Hu Lingye was clearly dead, and she was beaten to death by Miao Kun. How could she frame Miao Kun?
What the hell …
Just as Zhao Yu was about to ask about it, a few strong black men suddenly walked over.
As soon as he saw them, Miao Kun's face changed.
"Hey, Chinese, you're really cunning!" A black man with a scar on his face sat next to Zhao Yu and said to Miao Kun, "In order to avoid me, you deliberately pretended to be sick and went to the hospital, right?"
"What are you talking about? Ha ha ha … "Miao Kun said with an awkward smile." I vomited and had diarrhea last night. I was really sick! "
The scarred man snorted coldly and laughed. "I don't care if you're really sick or pretending to be sick. Now that you're out, let's talk about you and the Matt Gang!"
Hearing this, Miao Kun trembled. He was so scared that his lips turned white.
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