Chapter 13: Short-lived prisoner 7 (end)

Dyson said coldly, "Just don't run away, I won't show mercy."

This is totally nonsense, this is a duel between you and me, and both will do

their best.

After Dyson said, his footwork moved slowly, and Xu Zhi was firmly locked in

his eyes, and he was not in a rush to attack.

Xu Zhi bowed his back slightly, staring at each other's movements, his nerves

gradually tightened, he could clearly feel the momentum emanating from this

man, which was completely the same as the strong brothers he had taught.

Different, he is very powerful. Although Xu Zhi is very reluctant to admit

this fact, he has realized that it is difficult to win this man on the basis

of his three years of Sanda.

However, what about that, he had not encountered such a challenging thing for

a long time, and the ** nature buried in his heart gradually dipped into

every cell of his body.

Xu Zhi licked his lips and decided to start strong.

He jumped up, slamming his elbow on Dyson's nose bridge from above, and at the

same time his knee hit the opponent's soft abdomen severely. Because of the

powerful force stepping back a few steps, Dyson accumulated a powerful palm,

but was flashed by the opponent flexibly, followed by a series of attacks.

Although Xu Zhi was not very strong, but the victory was fast enough and

accurate. It is high enough, and it is directed at the most vulnerable parts

of the human body, eyes, hind brain, throat, and genitals. If it is not

Dyson's rich experience in combat, it will be easy to be hit by it.

You know, Xu Zhihao read medical science before crossing.

Dyson was frightened, his attention was so high that he didn't even notice

that he was in the same state he was when he faced a task.

The onlookers were holding their breaths and paying attention. They imagined

that the one-sided situation was unexpected and did not appear. Duan Xiuzhao

was fierce and accurate, and brought a gust of wind. It was obviously not

easy. It was themselves, and they could not imagine their misery.

However, despite Xu Zhi's fast movements, Dyson just hung two colors. In

contrast, not only was the high-frequency physical exertion huge, but also his

body was embarrassed, and his waist and waist were blurred.

Time passed by every second, Xu Zhi's lips turned white, and he blocked

Dyson's fierce fist again with both hands, but the next second was kicked up

by the opponent with a sweep of his legs. The huge impact, he could only

protect Hold your head, hit your back against a hard iron bar, and make a

bang.

Xu Zhi's eyes were black, his right hand was fractured, his left hand was

struggling to cover his abdomen, and his throat spit out blood.

Dyson walked over step by step, shaking his sore wrist, pinching Xu Zhi's

throat with one hand, lifting him all up.

"It's over." His voice was cold and chilled, but his expression came with some

joy.

-This thorn in his heart can finally be completely removed.

Xu Zhi bowed his head and bit down a piece of flesh on his hand, dripping

blood, but Dyson didn't feel it at all, just tightened his hand.

His breath was choked, and Xu was uncomfortable, but he narrowed his eyes and

looked at Dyson coldly, without any futile struggle. He is no stranger to

dying. If he dies like this, he has nothing to say. After all, the extra life

was accidental, and he has done his best.

Dyson has always liked to appreciate the various expressions of his men, but

it does not include the so calm face of the man at the moment. As soon as he

gritted his teeth and increased his hand strength, the man's breathing became

more difficult, and Jun Xiu's face was slightly red and distorted. His voice

sounded, especially clear in the quiet and depressed environment.

"Dyson, that's enough."

Dyson's pupils shrunk and his hands loosened, Xu Zhi fell down.

"If you still recognize me as a master, get over quickly." Wuye stood on the

side of the field with his arms in his arms, and the people around him

automatically separated an open space. He was talking, and anger was faintly

visible between the eyebrows.

Dyson launched the deathmatch of Xi Xi while Wu Ye was out of prison. He

didn't expect Wu Ye to return early. It seemed that he was angry with what he

had done without permission.

Dyson's heart hurts, why, why I have done so much for you, but your eyes are

always only his existence! I am also human! I will also be sad! Will be sad! I

have always asked only a little bit, why do you always deny my existence? !!

Am I always in your heart just a dog? !!

I do n’t know what Wuye whispered to Dyson. Everyone saw Dyson was silent for

a long time, and after a long pool of blood gathered on his feet, he slowly

said, “As the initiator of the deathmatch, I decided to This unfinished

deathmatch has been delayed for three months. "

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After recovering from the injury in the infirmary, Xu Zhi speeded up the

escape process.

He was left with only three months. If the last duel had not happened

suddenly, he had every reason to believe that he was now a corpse, and he

would not have any hope for him to save him again.

With Dr. Jia's help, the sewer project in the infirmary went smoothly. When

the tunnel from the cell to the infirmary to the outside wall was finally

completed, there was only one thing left to consider-the timing of escape.

The best time is of course the late night when the prison guards are

relatively relaxed, but the trouble is that the prison guards not only check

the room every hour, but also check the situation on the sentry by the wall.

The latter point was resolved by Wang Hongyi. The time they chose happened to

be the duty of the prison guard he bought. The previous point, Xu Zhi also

thought of a solution.

On that day, Xu Zhi cut off the power supply line and cut off the central

water pipe of the cell while the chaos was in the dark. The water was getting

deeper and deeper in the dark, and the prisoners rioted. The prison police

implemented force suppression. The scolding and fighting were endless, and

even a prison guard on duty was swarmed into a pig by the rioting prisoners.

There was a big bell in the prison. All the prison guards dispatched. In the

end, they temporarily blocked the prison, locked the prisoners inside, and

repaired the pipes.

At this time, Xu Zhi and Wang Hongyi had already entered the sewer of the

infirmary.

Just as they were sweating out of a hole outside the fence, before a few

steps, a flashlight flashed over.

"Who's there?" The prison guard also happened to have happened. He had just

crawled out of the bed to deal with the riot. He hurriedly rushed out and went

to the toilet. On the way back, he heard someone moving outside the fence.

This photo suddenly appeared, and the prison guard yelled and ran towards the

nearest sentry while pulling out the intercom to report the situation.

Deng Yidi was so frightened that his legs were softened and Xu Zhi held him

up. He said, "Xi, what, what to do, was discovered ..."

Xu Zhi frowned, yelling at the same time as Wang Hongyi: "Run!"

In the darkness, Xu Zhi felt a strong hand clenching him, and two sweaty palms

stuck together, but it made people feel at ease.

A speedboat arranged by Wang Hongyi was waiting on the island. Several people

ran fast with their teeth in their teeth. The prison guards who were chasing

behind him drove closer and closer.

The speedboat was close in sight, and suddenly Deng Yidi kicked his feet and

fell to the ground.

"Little Di--" Xu Zhi made an emergency stop, turned around and tried to pull

him, but was flung aside.

"Be careful!" A bullet swept through the air.

Wang Hongyi could not refuse to drag him to continue running, leaving Deng

Yidi's sobbing sound behind him.

In the end, he, Wang Hongyi, Yazi, R, and a spectacled man successfully

boarded the speedboat and quickly drove out of sight of the prison guards.

——Except for Deng Yidi, who regretted that they had planned for so long and

finally successfully escaped from this prison.

Then, they only need to forge a fake identity, change their face, and hide in

this huge world, and everything is perfect.

---

"Ah, Zhenzhen, look over there. There is a handsome guy. Maybe it's a fellow."

On the streets of London, a yellow-skinned girl pulled her companion, looking

excitedly in one direction.

"Anyone can be called a handsome guy by you, this is how many times, I--" The

girl named Zhenzhen looked at her in the direction indicated, and instantly

lost her voice.

Not far away is a young man wearing a black peaked cap. He is holding a camera

and taking a picture of the bridge. He is tall and slender, in white and black

pants, carrying a backpack. The exposed side is quiet and beautiful. More

importantly, The other party seems to be Asian, and he is indeed a handsome

guy.

The sun tilted over, and the breeze blew a few strands of youth's hair.

Zhenzhen shook her hand and took a picture when she raised her mobile phone.

How do you say that, when you look at the scenery on the bridge, the person

watching the scenery looks at you upstairs, she thinks it fits her mood now.

Zhenzhen was preparing a literature and art in her heart, and suddenly she saw

that there was no space next to her. She sighed helplessly, and trot followed.

"Se?"

Looking at the girl's big shiny eyes, Xu Zhi smiled slightly and nodded.

The girl was instantly excited, pulled him to speak a series of words, asked

his name, Xu Zhi hesitated slightly, and spit out two words: "Xu Zhi."

The name Duan Xi is a past tense for him now. Since escaped from prison, he

has obtained a new identity with the help of Wang Hongyi, and then refused the

other party's retention. He left his footprints in all corners of the world,

and recorded every moment of beauty with a camera. He enjoyed this freedom.

Free and chic life.

I thought that as long as he successfully escaped from the protagonist, Duan

Xi ’s death robbery could be lifted, and he could complete the task to go to

the next world, but I do n’t know what the reason was. He lived in peace for

nearly five years. Nothing happened. However, Xu Zhi really likes his current

life.

If you are a person who has traveled thousands of miles and seen many things

in life, what regrets?

I chatted with two fellow Chinese from China, and then I became a free

afternoon guide for them. In the evening, Xu Zhi returned to his temporary

rental house.

As soon as the door was opened, his face changed.

The pungent smell of gasoline, the liquid flowing on the floor, and the curly

man standing in the middle of the living room, looking down and playing with a

lighter.

The man raised his head, revealing a scarred face, he looked at Xu Zhi and

grinned: "Xi, I found you."

This voice is no more familiar than Deng Yidi, who was left at the last moment

many years ago.

Xu Zhi intuitively felt that his mental state was a bit wrong. He calmly

grabbed the lighter in the hands of the man a few steps ago, looked at that

face, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Deng Yidi smiled even more happily. He stretched out his arms and hugged Xu

Zhi, and said in his ear: "Brother Xi, I really miss you, we will always be

together in the future, okay?"

Xu Zhi patted his back in silence.

"Let's kill Wang Hongyi's bitch-will you be good?"

Xu Zhi frowned. "What did you say?"

"Oh, you know you won't agree, so let's go to a new world without him. You

can't leave me this time."

Deng Yidi laughed and took out another lighter from his pocket, lit the

tablecloth, his eyes were slightly moist, and he hugged the man's warm body

tightly.

"Together we will……"

The fire spread.

"Ding, mission 05 failed, mission world data is being destroyed, host data is

being destroyed ..."