Glock, New Name

After running all the way to the car, there was still no alarm in Fox River Prison.

"Hahahaha!" Abruch laughed happily, "Mr. Ding, when do you think they will find out that we have run away?"

Ding Ze sat in the co-pilot, lit a cigarette, and felt very happy. He replied with a smile, "In more than an hour at most, Sarah and the others will wake up at that time."

"For more than an hour, haha," Abruch shook his head with a smile, started the car and stepped on the accelerator.

The inconspicuous gray pickup truck, move.

Abruc held the steering wheel in one hand, picked up the mobile phone in front of the dashboard in the other, and began to make a phone call. The phone was quickly connected. "Hey, we're out. We'll be there soon. We can start the plane."

After a simple sentence, Abruzzi hung up the phone and said to Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding, your new identity is in the glove box. Look at it."

"Okay."

Ding Ze answered and opened the glove box.

There are not many things in the glove box, a file bag, and... two pistols.

Because of the skill of [American Juhe-Pistol], Ding Ze recognized the two pistols almost immediately.

One is an old-fashioned small revolver and the other is Glock.

"Is this gun for me?" Ding Ze didn't worry at all and asked with a smile.

"It's kind of," Abruch smiled. "When arranging the car, I thought it would be useful in case of an emergency, so I prepared it."

"Can you give me a hand?" Ding Ze didn't be polite to Abruch and asked directly.

"Of course," Abruch agreed very simply and didn't worry about anything.

"Thank you," Ding Ze stretched out his hand, picked up the Glock, and looked at it carefully.

This is the first time he has touched a real pistol in his age.

This feeling is really exciting.

I watched it for a while.

Idleness is also idle.

With a cigarette in his bitch, Ding Ze began to half-practice the skill of [American Juhe-Pistol Gunsmanship] and dismantle the Glock in his hand.

Click.

In a short time, Glock, who had just been complete, turned into a pile of parts.

Abruch clearly saw the whole process of Ding Ze dismantling the pistol. At this moment, the confusion in his heart was already in a mess, "Mr. Ding, have you ever been a soldier?"

After skillful demolition, Ding Ze immediately began to reorganize, "No, didn't you investigate my information?"

Hearing this, remembering what he thought at the beginning, Abruch was a little embarrassed. "You are completely different from the person in that information."

Ding Ze smiled and said, "If it's the same, we must still be in prison now."

"It's true," Abruch agreed.

*****

Soon.

Ding Ze assembled the pistol, and then he couldn't help it, like a child got a new toy and a man had a new girlfriend. He wanted to play immediately, shoot a few shots, and listen to it.

Unfortunately, the situation does not allow it.

Ding Ze had to hold back for the time being, put the pistol into his waist, took out the file bag, and looked through it.

There are four certificates in the document bag, a birth certificate, a social security card, a driver's license and a passport.

The names on the documents are all johnson-Freeman.

See the name...

Ding Ze was happy and said to his heart, 'It's really suitable.'

Abruch noticed that Ding Ze was looking at the social security card. He was a little worried that Ding Ze would not be satisfied with the name and asked, "Is the name okay?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "Very good!"

Abruc was relieved. I didn't say more and focused on driving.

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About a quarter of an hour later.

The pickup truck drove into a small airport.

Not too far away, a small plane entered the vision of Ding Ze and his wife.

Seeing the plane, Abruc immediately stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

Not for a while.

The pickup truck stopped, and Ding Ze took the document bag and walked on the plane with Abrutch with a cigarette in his chitch.

At the door of the hatch, an old fat man and a young thin man have been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Abruch, the fat man immediately said hello with a smile, "John, I'm glad to see you come out."

"Ron," Abruch nodded. The demance of the gang boss was very clear and answered faintly. Then, he introduced Ding Ze to Ron and the thin man. "This is Ding Ze, Mr. Ding, and he will be my boss in the future."

As soon as this comes out.

Ron: "?????"

The thin man: "?????"

Abruch understood Ron's shock. "Let's talk about this later. Let the plane take off and get out of here first."

Shocked, Ron didn't dare to delay. "Okoa, what's the destination?"

Abruc didn't know either. He asked Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding?"

"Utah, Thule City," Ding Ze took a puff of smoke and laughed.

Ron was silent for a moment.

This is Chicago, not close to Thule.

Most importantly, their company's business does not involve the city of Thule.

"Mr. Ding, I'm afraid we can't land directly in Thule City. We can only choose Salt Lake City, Utah. Do you think it's okay?"

"OKAI," Ding Ze doesn't matter.

"Okay, then, John, Mr. Ding, sit down, let's take off."

Leave this sentence behind.

Ron didn't say more. Together with the thin man, he got into the cockpit.

Not much time.

The plane took off and began to sail smoothly, flying towards Salt Lake City.

At this time.

Abruch untied his seat belt, got up, went to the back of the plane, took two suits and shirts, and handed one of them to Ding Ze. "Mr. Ding, this is roughly what I prepared according to your figure. I'll wear it first, and then buy it when I get to the place."

"You are so sweet," Ding Ze took the clothes and sincerely praised them.

A few minutes later.

Ding Ze changed into an ugly prison uniform and a suit that was obviously valuable.

Ron just came out. When he saw it, he couldn't help but be stunned and came to his senses for a few seconds. "Mr. Ding, are you sure you're not a model?"

"Hey hey, how's it going? Isn't it handsome?" Ding Ze asked thick-skinned and asked without humility.

Ron didn't mind Ding Ze's straightforwardness at all. He nodded repeatedly with a smile, "Very handsome!"

"Thank you for the praise," Ding Ze replied with a smile.

"You're welcome," Ron replied, and then said to Abruch, "John, let's talk alone?"

"Wait a minute," Abrucchi also just changed his clothes and asked Ding Ze, who was sitting back on the sofa. "Mr. Ding, what do you want to eat and drink?"

Ding Ze was not hungry, but he was indeed a little thirsty. "Drink some. Is there anything else besides wine?"

Abruch did not reply immediately and looked at Ron.

Ron knew what it meant, "There is only pure water..."

"It's okay," Ding Ze actually wants to drink some fat house happy water. Since he doesn't have it, forget it.

Abruch brought a few bottles of pure water and put them on the coffee table in front of Ding Ze. "Mr. Ding, I'll talk to Ron first."

"Okay, don't worry about me. You are busy with yours."

Abruch turned around and left, and walked to the stern with Ron.

Ding Ze leaned on the luxurious leather sofa, paused, dried out a bottle of water in one breath, and burped. He found that he had nothing to do, so he closed his eyes, rested, and waited for the plane to land.

Of course.

He didn't really sleep.

After all, he is now in Abruc's territory, and he doesn't trust Abruc so much...

In fact.

'Probably from now on.'

'I should not be able to trust anyone 100%.'

Ding Ze thought of the road he chose and said to himself silently.

(End of this chapter)