"Ah ah ah ah ah--"
The shrill screams resounded in the "confinement room", but were imprisoned in this small room by the thick walls.
Fran, who was sitting in a wheelchair, directed his men to pluck out the nails one by one from the hands tied in the Exodia position in front of him. Although he could not understand the other party's curses, the extremely painful Wailing is the only medicine Fran can use to soothe himself.
But today, no matter how shrill and shrill the noise in front of him was, it was difficult for Fran to feel any peace. It was like his favorite song suddenly became as unpleasant as noise.
However, Fran did not stop his men's movements. Instead, he began to think more calmly as he watched the scars being branded on the opponent's body.
It’s not that he doesn’t understand the reason for his current situation——
His position was threatened.
Jeston is a fool, a waste who was abandoned by his family and left to eat and die in a garbage-filled place like Saint-Lotan City.
But just like most second-generation rich people who are treated in this way, they are not short of money and knowledge, so he can get the opportunity to develop here. If it were a self-made rich man, even if he spent all his time, the other party would I'm afraid he will only be regarded as a madman.
But things are different now. Even if his hoaxed Trojan horse is successful, he can only earn a few dozen magical items a year at most. This is completely incomparable to a craftsman who can create magical items every day.
Once his ability is completely proven, the Trojan horse plan, which costs a lot of money and is difficult to keep secret, will be easily banned. By then, anyone who knows about the existence of the craftsman may be silenced directly.
Even if that idiot Jeston couldn't think of silencing him, it would be difficult for him to retaliate against these demons.
His life has been completely destroyed by those demons, and now the driving force that supports his survival is revenge against these monsters.
But once he was separated from Jeston as the financial backer, he didn't even have the capital to restart his revenge plan. Even though Jeston had given him a lot of money over the years, the Trojan Horse Plan required more than just money. A bait that can lead to death, an armed team that can be trusted, and a news channel that can grasp the latest developments in the city.
And these are all things he does not possess. Even with his disabled body, it is difficult to find a qualified new partner.
"Okay, let's call it a day." Fran started his wheelchair in disinterest and returned to his residence. After thinking for a long time, he finally found a ridiculously crude mobile phone and dialed a number.
"Who are you? Where did you get this number?" A calm voice with a somewhat condescending tone came from the receiver. Fran frowned slightly, but still said:
"How I know this number is not important. Compared with this kind of thing, Mr. Jonson, don't you want to know how your brother got so many magical items?"
"Oh? Interesting, what do you want?" The voice on the other side of the receiver immediately became warm. Although they were not face to face, Fran seemed to be able to see a face quickly changing from cold to kind.
A ferocious smile appeared on his scarred face, and he spoke slowly into the microphone:
"Believe me, what I want is nothing to you..."
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"It's been enhanced again... Well, should it be five copies now? Or six copies?" Feng Xue felt the [knowledge] fed back by the [money printing machine] label increase again, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. There was no doubt that she knew the news. The number of people increased again.
However, he also discovered one thing, that is, ordinary bodyguards, even if they know his abilities, do not seem to increase their awareness of the money printing machine labels. This may be because they know very well that no matter how much money they "print" , nor will it belong to them.
According to this principle, the person who can charge this label must be someone who is confident that he can obtain sufficient benefits from himself.
"It looks like someone will rob the prison soon." Feng Xue sighed slightly in his heart, but he did not intend to take this opportunity to escape. In other words, he did not think that the person who robbed the prison would be stupider than Jaston.
Not to mention that the fact that someone robbed the prison is just a guess. Maybe it was just Jeston who reported his matter to his backer?
"Bang, bang, bang..." The knocking sound from the iron cage interrupted Feng Xue's thinking. He turned around and found that it was the secretary next to Jeston. After refining the phantom for the second time, Jes Dun's attitude towards himself has obviously changed. Not only has the person who sent the meal delivery become a secretary, but the type of lunch has also changed to Spanish seafood risotto, which looks much more serious than fried chicken.
"Sir, this is today's lunch. The boss said that if you have anything you want to eat, you can tell me directly." The secretary used a phonetic machine to translate the Chinese language and said stiffly, but the incredible effect of translating konjac made Feng Xuelian Such a strange mixture of languages is also easy to understand.
However, he did not reveal this ability to understand. Instead, he was stunned as if he had only half-understanding. Then he used the grammatical errors in the other party's words and the fact that the other party did not understand Yan Guoyu to distort the meaning of his words. From the word card Two were drawn out and shown to the other party.
"Comfort", "clothes"...
The secretary frowned and wanted to say that I was talking about "what I want to eat" rather than "what I want". However, considering the possible loopholes in the computer translation language, I felt a little headache for a while, but I still followed what I had prepared before. The line says:
"I need to report it to my boss."
Hearing this, Feng Xue nodded in understanding, then took the plate handed in from the food delivery port, walked to the bed and started eating.
The food, as always, shows off the heavy taste of Colombians, with heavy salt and oil content, but it is much stronger than the super salty fried chicken last night.
But what Feng Xue cares about at this time is not whether the rice is delicious, but the cutlery that comes with the plate.
Although it is not enough to provide him with a Western-style knife and fork set, there is also a plastic spoon, a dental floss and a few napkins. Compared with the situation yesterday when wiping his hands had to be rubbed on the prison uniform, it can be said that it is Quite considerate.
Although this kind of caring itself is still based on the prisoners, it at least means that his status here has changed from an ordinary prisoner to a prisoner who needs to be treated well. This slight change in thinking is enough to make the guard's vigilance drop several times. units.
A bowl of seafood rice was eaten quickly. Feng Xue patted his belly and began to pace around the cell to eat. Although this seemed unnecessary, it was to leave some stereotypes on the jailer. According to the spy chief in a certain work, It is said that as long as you repeat a certain behavior day after day and make it a habit, you can easily gain a period of freedom.
Just as he was thinking about his escape plan, a series of footsteps sounded again. Feng Xue turned around and saw that the secretary who had brought him food before appeared in his field of vision again, and in his hand, There is a tray with neatly folded cloths inside——
"Sir, your clothes."
