A War Between Spies

Yang Yizhen did not know that the prison shop had chili sauce to buy, but he now knows.

Lunch was smashed by a group of Mexicans who protested without chili sauce. No one could eat, but at dinner, Yang Yi was not only late for enough food, but he also bought what he needed.

Returning to his cell, Yang Yi took out his stick, then he untied the cloth wrapped in one end and poured out the pebbles inside.

Yang Yi took out the chili sauce he bought, and the packaging is like the ketchup in the fast food restaurant, but the hot food inside is not known. He just listened to those old inks saying that this chili sauce can be bought in prison. The hottest one, so he bought it.

I ripped the package and squeezed it into my mouth. I licked it a few times. The chili sauce was not particularly spicy, but it was enough.

All the packaging of the chili sauce was torn open, and then Yang Yi began to squeeze the chili sauce into the warhammer made by him.

The chili sauce was poured in a small jar, and Yang Yi took out a thin plastic sheet and wrapped the hammer.

A pepper warhammer would do just that.

The plastic warhammer was bent hard, and then Yang Yi wrapped it around his waist and fixed it. Then the triangle pyramid was placed where it could be used. Yang Yi was ready to fight.

In fact, Yang Yi still doesn't know when he will fight with the boxing champion, but he feels that he should be prepared sooner.

Looking at Yang Yi's preparations, Chris, who was always watching, suddenly said: "I don't think it's better to use the stone. If you use chili sauce, it only works on the eyes of the boxing champion, but I don't think you. There is an opportunity to spill the chili sauce in his eyes, and you have lost a powerful weapon."

Yang Yi smiled and said: "I didn't have the chance to put a hammer on his head, and even if I squatted on his head, I used the ability of the boxing champion to fight, and I think it is very likely that it will have no effect. Chili sauce, as long as it is in his eyes, it can have a fatal effect. Of course, it is not really fatal, but if the boxing champion can't open his eyes, I will have his life."

This is a question of how to choose whether to strike a deadly but particularly harsh weapon, or to be more balanced, and certainly useful but not a weapon.

Yang Yi’s choice is that the use limit is very large, but as long as it plays a role, it will hit a deadly weapon, because he feels that he is still more likely to be killed by using a plastic hammer with his own ability. The hammer of the chili sauce won as long as it worked.

The feeling of waiting has been very bad. Yang Yi looked at Chris and smiled. "You can get out of prison next year? Right? I remember you said that there is still a year in prison."

Chris nodded and said: "It’s not a prison release. I can apply for parole. I have been here for six years and have been performing well. I will be able to apply for parole next year. If it goes well, I can go out next year. ""

Yang Yi waved his hand and smiled: "After going out? Revenge?"

Chris was silent for a moment, then he looked at Yang Yi and whispered: "I don't want to discuss this topic."

Yang Yi sighs: "Talk about it, it's hard to find someone who is as good as I am, because I may die soon, and the dead can't tell."

Chris thought about it, then he nodded. "When I go out, I will find the little scorpions and kill them. They ruined me. My life is meaningless, so of course I have to kill them."

"Can you find them?"

"Should, I know their names and their address, I heard."

"I think your road to revenge is a bit difficult to walk, because many years have passed, they may not have lived in the original place, and their appearance has changed, and you have to be supervised during parole. How to find three people and kill them, you know that you may be caught after you kill someone, so it is really difficult for you to completely revenge."

Chris hesitated for a moment, then he shook his head. "I didn't think about the farthing. The news here is very closed. I don't know what the world outside is like. I can do it slowly after I go out." I am not in a hurry. There is nothing else I can do for the rest of my life."

Yang Yi actually wants to talk to others, so that he can maintain a calm state of mind. As for Chris's difficulties, he can't solve it, and he doesn't want to solve it for Chris. After all, he still has a bunch of things.

But Chris opened his voice and it was a bit untenable.

"Even if I can't kill them all, I can at least kill one of them. I will try to kill them. I have money. I can ask the bounty hunters to find their whereabouts. I have a friend who knows a bounty hunter. I can ask people to find them all!"

After Chris’s confidence, he finished watching ~www.readwn.com~ He looked at Yang Yidao: "Do you know the bounty hunters? They chase the fugitives during parole. If they can catch the fugitives, they will get a part of the bail. As a reward, I am a parole, but I can still ask for bounty hunters. As long as I have enough money, there will be bounty hunters who will find out for me. They are very powerful."

Gao Yang curiously said: "Oh, bounty hunter? This sounds really helps you to fulfill your wish, but the question is, do you have enough money?"

Chris shrugged, then he whispered: "I don't, but my father has, he will support me, he is waiting for me to go out of prison, he will give me the savings of my life, then I will have enough money."

Yang Yi nodded and smiled: "So you can really fulfill your wish, but there is enough money why not kill?"

Chris looked at Yang Yi and said: "Killer? No, no, I just want to complete revenge by hand. Do you know that there are people in the prison who can contact the guy who is willing to take money to kill, too much, but I don't. need."

Yang Yi still has to say, but suddenly a prison guard appeared outside his cell, and then said with a blank expression: "3387, you have to change your cell, pack your own things, give you two minutes."

Yang Yi stood up, and Chris was surprised: "How come so fast!"

Yang Yi packed up his own cover, and then he smiled at Chris: "Goodbye, man, talk later."

Chris snorted, and then he pointed to Yang Yidao: "Good luck."

Looking at Yang Yi to pack things up, the prison guard opened the door, and then grabbed Yang Yi with one hand and began to move forward.

The prison guard did not search for Yang Yi.