I'll probably leave the day after tomorrow

"I see my roommate. I talked to you a few times the other day," Michael pretended to be casually and said, "Do you know him very well?"Westmoreland glanced at Michael and shook his head. "It's not familiar. I don't know anyone here."

"Then what are you all talking about?" Michael asked again.

"He said he had lost his memory and asked me about the situation here and outside," Westmoreland replied without hesitation. "He seems to like cats very much, and we also talked about cats."

Westmoreland is a hijacking thief DB Cooper. In terms of psychological quality, he is naturally excellent. If he wants to lie, how can Michael tell it?

However, although Michael can't see it, he feels that this is wrong.

"He said that he suddenly lost his memory, but he didn't expect it to be true," Michael smiled faintly, and then naturally changed the topic. "I didn't expect that his kind of murderer would like cats. It's a little strange."

"Murderers also like pets," Westmoreland replied with a light smile.

Knowing that he couldn't ask anything, Michael said a few more words casually. After thanking him again, he got up and left with the plate.

Bagwell, who had been staring at Michael, did not move immediately. It was not until he saw Michael walk to the return of the plate and put down the plate that he got up and walked silently towards Michael with a few men.

The canteen is very large, and there are some rooms around.

The Bagwell group walked very fast.

At the same time.

Abruch took more men and moved from the other side.

At this time, Michael had basically determined that no matter what Ding Ze was planning, Westmoreland must be involved in it, so, of course, he thought of Westmoreland's money!!!

In his opinion, one of the purposes of Ding Ze's persuading Westmoreland to make trouble must be the money!

This is a direct conflict with his plan.

For this, he is irritable.

That money is an important part of his whole plan. If he doesn't have that money, although it is not absolutely impossible, the subsequent plan will be implemented smoothly, and the difficulty will increase sharply.

'What kind of bait did Ding Ze use to put the old man on the hook?'

Thinking about it, Michael said silently, completely unaware that Bagwell's group had arrived behind him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Just as Michael walked in front of a side door, two of Bagwell's men immediately got on it together and pushed Michael hard and pushed it into the room behind the door.

Bagwell followed in.

At this time.

A group of Abrucs were watching not far away.

"Wait a minute," Abruch said, "T-bag is a lot of nonsense."

******

In the room.

Bagwell looked at Michael, who was obviously panicked in his eyes, licked his lips, took out the special dagger, and smiled, "Little beauty, you don't think that the person who killed me doesn't have to pay the price."

Michael's face was gloomy. "I didn't kill a man, but a black man. It has nothing to do with me."

Bagwell smiled and moved towards Michael. As he walked, he said, "You think I'm a fool and think I'm brainless? Lie to me in front of me?"

Michael stepped back, "I'm not lying. I really didn't kill anyone!"

"Ha ha, my mouth is quite hard," Bargwell said, touching his chin. "Maybe I should taste you before I kill you."

Michael retreated to a box, put his body against the box, and had nowhere to retreat. He gritted his teeth and prepared for the battle. He said fiercely, "If you dare to touch me, I will fight with you!"

"Haha, brothers, did you hear that? The little beauty is threatening me," Bagwell laughed at this and turned around and smiled at several of his men standing behind the door.

The words just came out.

Michael's heart was shaken, punched, and preempted. He hit Bagwell on the head. He hit Bagwell's head and almost fell to the ground.

If one blow is successful, Michael will take advantage of the victory to pursue.

But several of Bagwell's men were not vegetarian. Seeing that Bagwell was beaten, they immediately brushed it up.

In the blink of an eye.

Michael was punched several times and knocked to the ground, tightly protecting his head, but without saying a word.

Bagwell shook his head, felt the pain on his head, and his murderous intention boiled down. "Good boy, don't worry, it's not that easy to die! I want you to beg me to kill you today!"

Bagwell gritted his teeth and said.

Suddenly.

The sound of the door being knocked open sounded.

Abruch rushed in with his men.

Fu rushed in.

Abrucchi immediately waved his hand.

Several men saw it and rushed to Bagwell's group decisively.

Not much time.

With a gap of almost double the number, Bagwell's group all lay on the ground.

Bagwell was also taken care of. Not only was he beaten black and swollen, but he was also kicked several times in the stomach. He couldn't stop the pain and could only curl up to the ground.

"Why?" However, in the pain, Bagwell didn't shout, but asked Abruch completely incomprehensible, "Why do you want to help him?"

Abruch looked calm and did not answer. He just warned, "You, don't touch him again in the future. If there is another time, I won't do it so lightly.

When Bagwell heard it, his face was so twisted with hatred that he closed his teeth and made no sound.

Abruch didn't care either. He took a few steps to Michael, who had just got up, and still said calmly, "You owe me a life."

That's it.

Before Michael could respond, Abrucchi left with his men.

Without saying a word, Michael immediately left the room and integrated into the team of prisoners going out.

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Ding Ze sat at the dining table and had been paying attention to the movement over there. When he saw this, he smiled faintly.

Westmoreland, who took the initiative to come here not long ago, saw this and followed Ding Ze's sight. At a glance, he saw Michael, who was obviously beaten. He withdrew his sight and was a little puzzled. "Mr. Ding, you are really a very strange person."

"Oh? How to say it? Ding Ze didn't look at it anymore, so as not to be noticed by Michael.

Westmoreland has just told him about Michael's previous questions.

There is no doubt that what Lincoln can see, of course, Michael has seen it for a long time. The reason why he asked Westmoreland is to try to figure out his plan.

He had no doubt that if Michael was not completely sure that he planned to escape with the help of the infirmary, but had doubts, Michael would definitely immediately come out of ideas and trouble him.

He is not afraid of Michael's trouble or something, but he just hopes to avoid things going that far as much as possible.

After all.

It's a pity to let Michael go.

If he can, he doesn't want to do it.

"You want your roommate to be beaten," Westmoreland said.

"He needs to grow up. He can't think that he can deal with everything just because he feels smart. That's not good," Ding Ze didn't ask Westmoreland how he saw it, and replied directly.

Westmorland smiled and said, "So are you helping him?"

Ding Ze also smiled and said, "It can be understood like this."

Westmoreland shook his head with a smile, "I don't think he will take this affection."

"It doesn't matter. I can always get what I want," Ding Ze replied with a smile. "Speeave of this, I did lose my memory before. You can write me your daughter's information... If nothing unexpected happens, I'll probably leave the day after tomorrow."

Westmoreland didn't believe that Ding Ze lost his memory.

But.

Ding Ze said so, and he also chose to gamble... Westmoreland didn't ask much and simply agreed, "Okay, I'll give it to you tomorrow. I wish you a good journey."

"Thank you."

Ding Ze will go to Miami soon. Speaking of Miami, do you like Bloodthirsty Forensic?

(End of this chapter)