A War Between Spies

Five hundred years of imprisonment, this is simply whether it is funny or not. It is really the biggest evil. It is a gun crash, or it is a power-on chair. It is a long-term and long-term sentence that has a fart. It is not life imprisonment.

"Five hundred years, this is really a long enough sentence. After the prisoner died, is it necessary to bury him here and continue to serve his sentence?"

Yang Yi half-joking and half-seriously ridiculed a sentence, casually said: "What crimes have been committed? Can be sentenced to five hundred years?"

"I don't know, I only know that he served five hundred years, but I don't know what crime he committed."

Yang Yi shrugged and said: "This prisoner must be terrible."

"Where I am here, the murderer is just a poor worm that is locked, so there is nothing terrible, oh, no, some people are really scary."

The prison guard took a sigh of smoke and then confronted Yang Yidao: "Have you ever hunted?"

"No."

"Then you looked at the beast?"

"Hey, is a very fierce dog?"

"Don't count, have you seen the wolf that is eating? Or the lion, the fierce carnivore, the beast that wants to swallow you."

The prison guard lowered his voice and whispered: "I like to hunt. I used to go hunting bears, huge brown bears. Once again, I shot a brown bear. It fell to the ground and did not move. I was close to my friends. But this time the bear suddenly stood up again and then rushed over to me."

Yang Yi looked shocked and said: "Is it okay?"

"Of course it's okay, otherwise how can I still chat with you here, we have been prepared, we immediately made two more shots after the bear stood up, but the bear's eyes I remember now."

With a sigh of relief, the prison guard pointed to a cell and whispered: "There is a beast inside."

Yang Yi’s heart jumped a few times, but he was puzzled: “What do you mean?”

"There is a guy in it. He is called the beast Wayne. He is really a beast. Believe me. When you see him, you understand why I said this."

Yang Yi took a breath, then he sighed: "He killed a lot of people?"

"Yes, a lot of people, a lot of people."

“How many? Ten? Twenty?”

The prison guard chuckled, and then he looked disdainful: "Twenty? Well, let me tell you that there are at least two hundred people who die in his hands."

Yang Yi was really shocked, then he hurriedly said: "So much? Really fake."

The prison guard wiped his mouth and nodded. "Of course it is true. We have all been warned. In the face of this guy, I can’t care. How many people he killed when he was a mercenary in Africa? statistics."

Yang Yi stroked his hand and whispered: "Is it particularly burly, the block is particularly big, and it looks particularly ferocious?"

"No, you can't imagine what he looks like. When you see his eyes, you understand why he is called a beast. You have a chance to see it later, and you definitely have a chance."

Yang Yi nodded. He threw the cigarette **** on the ground and stepped on it with his foot. Then he took the broom and cleaned the ash. He said, "I have to leave. I will come here again to clean it in the afternoon."

"Good guy, come back."

Yang Yi left his cart and left.

Things have progressed much better than he thought. He didn't even need to inquire. The boring prison guard told him what he wanted to know while chatting.

Seriously thinking about it, Yang Yi feels that he can't be anxious, and he doesn't have to worry. He still has a few months to plan slowly.

The prison guards in the special prisons seem to be very boring, and the guards seem to be very lax. This is because the special prisons have never had a bad thing since they were built and put into use. No prisoners tried to escape and did not attack the prison guards. Occurs, so these prison guards will of course relax, and they will not be able to maintain a high enough vigilance against a group of prisoners who have lost their threats for decades.

But then again, the prisoners did not escape from prison and did not attack the prison guards. It was not because they just didn't want to do this, but there was really no chance.

The special guards with strict guards prevented the escape of the prisoners, but also protected the prisoners. Yang Yi did not find any opportunities for use.

Yang Yi put the tool down and then knocked on the door of the prison guard's lounge.

"Come in."

Seeing that Yang Yi pushed in, Clint was very happy: "How come back so long, someone must have chatted with you, man, have you ever drove a car?"

Yang Yi spread his hand and said: "I have an international a-class driver's license, but now it should be revoked. In addition, I once had a... 1970 Chevrolet Camaro."

Yang Yi is really a car, so he almost blurted out that he once had a modified BMW m3, but he changed his mouth in time and said a classic model that Americans think.

But Yang Yi found that she might have said something wrong.

Colin's eyes widened in horror, then he smacked his chest with both hands, and his eyes glowed: "I also have one! Dude, I also have one!"

Yang Yi was really shocked this time, because he was casual, and he did not expect that Clint had such a car.

Looking at Yang Yi’s sluggish look, Clint laughed and said, “Isn’t you thinking about it? But I really have it.”

Ruben said on the side: "That is his baby, he is in the garage, but never open."

Yang Yi is worried that Clint will talk to him about the 70-year-old Comalo, because he is not interested in this car, so he does not know the data at all, and a car fan does not know the car's data is wrong.

After a short period of sluggishness, Yang Yi made a happy look~www.readwn.com~ Big voice: "Is it? I rarely open my own Comalo, I mainly open a BMW m3, heavily modified I personally changed it, because the prototype of the NASCAR racing car you know, too ordinary, I can't afford to drive a car, so I like to watch NASCAR, but I am driving a m3..."

Clint also maintained his state of light, his voice: "You will change the car? What is your modification plan?"

When it comes to Yang Yi’s old line, he did not hesitate: “I have not changed the power, just modified the intake, suspension, exhaust, brakes, and of course the appearance.”

“Why don’t you change your motivation?”

"Oh, didn't have time..."

Clint’s face was regrettable, and then he said: “I just bought a 78-year-old cobra two months ago. It’s not expensive, but the car is not very good, so I want to modify it heavily. I’m taking a rest day now. Used in the garage, would you like to see my car? I don't have a photo right now, but I can bring it next time."

Yang Yi nodded and nodded. "I certainly want to see it. I must let me see your baby car when I come next time. I can't wait."