sinovels Chapter 86 Flammable and Explosive
Chapter 86 Flammable and Explosive
Lancer also has no plans to meet up with Leon.
He has other goals.
During the chaos in the prison, not all the prisoners came out to hunt and kill Leon, and there were some people whose identities outside were more prominent and worth more. An unknown junior was in chaos.
They are still in the room, doing what they would do every day.
This is exactly what Lancer needs.
He didn't want to protect Leon Morton, and he was not even interested in Morton, his ideas, or his appearance, or his life and death today.
If Leon knew that he thought so, he would smile wryly and find it very funny.
In the original novel, Lancer is the most "loyal" fan of actor Leon Morton, and he often circles around him like a puppy.
In the original book, Lancer normally enters F State State University to study, but he cannot integrate into the group, and he soon receives a red card warning from his instructor about "social activity points".
In order to let Zida actively participate in campus activities, and more importantly, to apply for scholarships requires high scores in all subjects, Lancer reluctantly changed Zida to meet some people and attend parties.But at that time, his eccentricity had already been known to the whole grade, and the students took him out just to see his jokes.
He was quick to catch it, accepting an adulterated cigarette offered by someone at the party.
During his two full years of college life, Lancer wasted everything on drugs. He was dismissed from the university he dreamed of, and he was living in a low-rent apartment. The mailbox was full of bills and the house was full of garbage.
Until one day, he saw actor Leon's public welfare film about drug rehabilitation on TV, and he quickly fell in love with those blue eyes of the same color as the sea under the sun...
Now, the "Number One Fanatic" in the original work actually doesn't care about Leon Morton's life or death.
It seems destined that Lancer will have trouble with a blonde and blue-eyed star: after Leon entered the election and took a completely different path that has nothing to do with the original, Lancer meets the female star Alita.
Now, the only person who can guide Lancer's actions is Alita, the female star he met when he was just entering college, that incredible blonde girl, charming but addicted to drugs, and at the same time Traver's half-sister.
"She was forced into drug addiction, my sister Alita," Traverdon said. "She was deceived. The other party is a very powerful person. You can't do anything about him."
If De Lancer is still the scholar boy who has just stepped into the school of B State University, he will admit that Traver is absolutely right.
But after experiencing all kinds of hardships, he has changed his appearance.
Ordinary people can't imagine what kind of life Lancer has experienced since the year when he was supposed to be a freshman: first, he was recruited into the army by Traver, and after hard training, he joined the national defense commando and completed various life-threatening missions. After the mission, he was thrown into the jungle and snow-capped mountains one after another—Trafo manipulated his life process as high as Zeus.
In the end, the weak and harmless student retreated completely from Lancer's body. He was full of murderous looks, and the light in his eyes was finally as sharp as a blood-stained knife.
"You look like an Avenger," Traver said with a smile.
"Thank you so much."
Lancer whispered to Traver in his memory, and knocked twice on the door in front of him in reality.
The door opened.
Lancer had imagined the scene of meeting his enemy countless times, but never thought of being in prison; he had also imagined the appearance of his enemy countless times, never thought that the other party was a gentle and gentle young man in a three-piece beige suit .
His appearance and the black-rimmed glasses on his face made Lancer feel inexplicably familiar, and there was a string of prayer beads on his white wrist.
Leaning against the door frame, he frowned and looked at Lancer tenderly,
"I don't have your target here," he said.
"No," Lancer twisted a sneer on his face, "you are my target."
He pushed open the door with one hand, and the young man stepped back quickly, raised the gas cylinder in his hand and sprayed a stream of smoke at his face.
Lancer dodged subconsciously and drew out his gun.
At this time, the young man had jumped onto the table in the cell, stood on it, and said condescendingly: "Hey, stranger, I don't know what your idea is, but everyone in the prison knows that I am a dead house, a dead land house." The room is not easy to mess with."
The young man tapped the table with his heel lightly: "There are many, many explosives in here, all of which I synthesized by myself." He smiled, sat down cross-legged, and pressed his ten fingers together, "I advise you to get out , close the door, otherwise the whole prison will go to heaven with the two of us.”
Lancer stared at him with wide eyes, and Traver's instructions sounded in his ears: "The other party is a very powerful person, you can't do anything about him..."
"He's not powerful at all," Lancer thought in disbelief, "he's a monster!"
—Who would stuff enough explosives in the cell table to blow up the entire prison?
In the hospital, when Traver was filling out the registration form, he suddenly laughed.
Lusha gave him a dissatisfied look, and said angrily, "What are you laughing at?"
"No, I'm not laughing at us." Traver rubbed his eyes and said, "I just thought of a joke."
"What joke?" Lusha looked at him coldly, "What joke can you come up with?"
"Don't believe it?" Traver looked at her softly, pinched her face, "Didn't I tell you enough in school?"
here we go again.Lusa bit her cheeks, and whenever Traver mentioned the past of the two of them, she was always like a cat being strangled.
"So, what is it?" she asked unhappily.
"I picked up a toy a few years ago and played with it for a long time. If I have to leave it to my child, would you like it?"
"Who wants your old things!" Lusha felt puzzled and asked, "What kind of joke is this?"
Traver looked at her belly and smiled with a pun, "I think so too."
In the prison guard training room, Lex thought hard about what he had done to bear this.
It shouldn't be like this, he was admitted to the police academy with his enthusiasm, and was unlucky enough to be assigned to the prison guard team. After he came here, the environment here made him uncomfortable and he couldn't change it, so he had to live in a muddle-headed way. People, pray that one day he will open his eyes, and all the prisoners here will die of this disease.
However, maybe it was this drifting with the crowd that prevented him from resisting Binny's threat at all, and once again compromised with reality.
At this moment, his face was pale, and he fell to the ground, covering his mouth and gasping for breath, as if he was suffering from a sudden illness.
Binny didn't have time to criticize his flamboyant acting skills, the captain had already turned his head and yelled at him unbearably: "Erwin, what are you doing again?!"
"Someone is sick here." Binny pointed to Lex who was rolling on the ground.
The captain straightened his hat and walked over. He could see at a glance that Lex was pretending to be sick, but he had lost patience with Binny Erwin, so he decided to come over and educate them.
As he bent down to Lex to point out his stupid acting, there was a sound of wind overhead.
"Not good!" He screamed in his heart, but it was completely dark in front of his eyes.
The entire training room fell silent, and after a while, all the people standing there pulled out their guns and aimed at Binny.
Lex groaned incessantly, quickly rolled his eyes, and pretended to be unconscious.
"I didn't kill him," Binny declared, "just a little ecstasy."
He shook the slender needle in his hand, then dropped it on the ground.
The captain lying on the ground closed his eyes and breathed steadily, apparently still alive.
"What the hell are you doing?" someone asked.
"Good question." Binny raised his head, put his phone on the table, and turned on the video call, "Please do me a favor, okay, thank you, James—this prison, just today, has to be replaced. "
The video projected onto the wall is Corot's image.
"Leon," Ared said out of breath, "I, I can't run anymore."
As a low-level white-collar worker who sits in the office for a long time, he has used up all the exercise power that an "office dog" can generate in his life.
"Don't die here," Leon stretched out his hand while running, "I'll pull you away, really, Ered, if you die the day before the appeal, it's not worth it."
"No," Ered bowed his waist, stumbling as he ran, as if he would faint at any moment, "I will be your burden."
"You have already been," Leon said impatiently, "5 minutes ago you almost caused me to be beaten to death by a steel pipe, since I didn't give up on you then, you should be prepared to be a 'burden' ——Listen to my orders, don't make trouble!"
"Where are we running?" Ered could only hold Leon's hand, and asked awkwardly, "Looking for a place to hide?"
"No, let's go to the prison guard's room." Leon replied naturally.
"What? Throw yourself into a trap?"
"I've got to find... I mean, we're going to take Danger to the prison guard's room and see if they can ignore this mess."
"You mean you want Mr. Erwin?"
"I didn't say. I said we should put the danger..."
"Is something going to happen to Mr. Erwin?"
"Did you listen to my explanation?"
"Isn't explaining just covering up?"
Leon wanted to know, obviously exhausted into a dead dog, why is this guy still in the mood to complain?
Could this be the gifted skill that news editors always light up?
"I'm leaving you, Ered, really, you're not worth it!"
"Okay," Ered ran with his head down, compromised, "We are bringing danger to the prison guard's room, but are you sure there is someone in the prison guard's room?"
Before Leon could correct his wrong running posture, he saw a group of prisoners running towards them aggressively.
There are many people, and they are fierce.
"I counted to 22 before," Leon yelled at Ered with a wry smile, "and now it is expected to break fifty. Presidential candidates were assassinated fifty times in one day, can I apply for a Guinness World Record?"
Binney, or Attorney General Corot quickly took control of the situation, and now the prison guards are reorganizing and no longer training, but to start a face-to-face operation.
They acted in groups to control the situation, no matter whether they had accepted bribes or not, no one dared to disobey this order.
"Honestly, instead of threatening me by reciting my social security number, you should tell me you have a secret mission," Lex said palely while running beside Binny, "When those guns were aimed at us, I They all passed out."
"Actually, you're playing dead," Binny said relentlessly.
"Forgive me, is it okay, Your Highness?" Lex laughed dryly and made a "crack" sound.
Binny stopped suddenly.
"Someone calling for help?" he asked, turning his body from side to side. "Did you hear that? I heard a fight."
"Perhaps the prisoners took advantage of the chaos to engage in personal feuds." Lex shrugged, he didn't care about the lives of these prisoners in the prison the least.
personal enmity?Now?
The voice was suspicious and familiar.
Binny took the gun from him and said, "I don't feel right. I've got to... go check it out."
"Ah? Then your friend..."
"If there is no major problem, I will catch up with you soon." Binny said, "If there is," he paused and said without thinking, "his name is Leon, and you have only one mission: to protect him .”
"From threatening me to ordering me, sir?" Lex pretended to be disgusted.
It's a little strange, he thought, to be so bold as to taunt, am I going to get punched?
Binny didn't pay attention to his words, and continued to stare at him stubbornly.
Lex rolled his eyes, once again seriously thinking about what he had done to bear this.
Was it a mistake for him to join the police academy after graduation?Was it a mistake to become some prison guards?Is it a mistake to rot under the sad prison system?Is it a mistake to give complete control to this man with such a firm gaze?
"Okay." Anyway, Lex heard himself agree.
Time to join another team and try it out.
The two moved quickly apart.
In Leon's imagination, the scene where he and Binny reunited in prison—he never really worried that he would die in this prison—should be that his two hearts met quickly, holding Holding a weapon, he taught these messy guys a hard lesson back to back.
After taking everyone down, they returned triumphantly, and the next day it was as if nothing happened, even though there were other ways to end such a large-scale attack in the prison.
He didn't expect this to happen.
"So your name is Lex?" he asked, feeling silly.
"Yes, your helper." Lex said, standing beside him, knocked down a prisoner who was trying to sneak up on Ered.
"Ha," Leon let out a dry laugh, catching the words accurately, "Where's Binny?"
"He has other business."
"Is it more important than... all of this?"
"To tell you the truth," Lex stabbed his heart honestly, "I don't know either."
"It'd better be a major event that can cause the world to collapse." Leon kicked away an attacker, and at the same time couldn't help muttering.
Before rushing to the door, Binny had already regretted it. He didn't know why he did it.
According to Lex's words, the prisoners in the entire prison were hunting Leon, but he didn't show any signs of nervousness.
"The prison guards are all dispatched to stop the prisoners, so it should be fine."
"But after all, you haven't seen it with your own eyes..."
However, when he ran to the door of the cell that made the sound and heard the conversation inside, he suddenly felt that this move made sense.
"I don't believe your words." Lancer said in the cell.
At this moment, he had already suppressed the young man with glasses, and almost put his whole body on him. The other party had asked for help several times, and his voice became weaker and weaker. At first, Lancer was worried about attracting other people, but now, he is not afraid at all.
"I knew that explosives were a gimmick." Lancer said through gritted teeth. "Despicable people always value their own lives more."
"I just don't want to let the prison rise to heaven," the young man's head was pressed on the cold ground by Lancer's hand, he tilted his head with effort, and said, "If you push me into a hurry, I will really... "
"Really? What's a rush? Trick her into drugs like you did with Alita?!"
Lancer thought that there would be some regret in the eyes of some young people, but the other party was only dazed for a moment, and then asked in a hoarse voice: "Alita? Do you mean Alita?"
"No one allows you to ask questions." Lancer slowly turned his wrist at a broken angle, until the wrist bone tied with human prayer beads made a dangerous sound.
"Are you from Alita? Damn it, she has ruined me!" The young man shouted, pulling out the detonator from his pocket, his eyes were red, "She ruined me the first time, I will never give her the second!" Another chance!"
He struggled with the strength he didn't know where he came from, and Lancer could hardly control him. When he took out the detonator, Lancer's heart became even colder. He reached out to grab the small device, and the young man turned sideways with difficulty, Smile wildly at him:
Press.
"Bah!"
A shot went off.
The bullet shattered the young man's wrist, and he screamed. Lancer took the opportunity to grab the detonator, and his heart was beating wildly as if it was about to leave his chest.
Almost.
He couldn't imagine what the entire prison would look like without this gun.
That will definitely change from a prison on earth to a hell on earth.
He turned and looked outside the door.
The young man in a suit and leather shoes standing next to Leon Morton that day was holding a gun, cautiously, slowly walked into the cell, his eyes were full of prudence, and asked:
"What are you doing to offend him?"
"He's my enemy," Lancer said, and his expression turned from the relief of his escape to anger and hatred at the mention of this incident. "He was the one who lured Alita into taking drugs."
The young man covered his bloody wrist, rolled on the ground in pain, and yelled at them: "I didn't! Not at all! She came to look for me! I had just entered university at that time!"
That last sentence made Lancer's eyes widen.
Binney holding the gun looked at him thoughtfully, and then moved his gaze to the young man. In a blink of an eye, he seemed to connect everything together. The thoughtful man asked, "Have you noticed that you two look alike?" ?”
"Stupid!" Lancer growled in a low voice.
But he already knew, at that time, what would he find this young man familiar.
The appearance of this young man is just like the year he was admitted to university, glasses, jewelry, hairstyle, temperament, just like a replica.
"It was Alita who forced me to buy drugs. She said that she had bought drugs many times, but nothing happened to her..." The young man's venting roar gradually turned into crying.
"Nonsense," Lancer said.
A small part of him knew it could be true.
"I've persuaded her many times that it's unfair that I'm the only one locked in!" the young man cried, his voice harsh.
"She can't quit, can she? No matter what she promised you." Leon's words rang in Lancer's ears.
What if she likes to play with college freshmen from a long time ago and ruin their new life with her own hands?
If she is just a simple drug addict, then there is nothing unspeakable at all?
If all these are their lies...
"It's false," Lancer raised his head, facing Binny, and defended, "You tell Morton, she can quit if she wants to."
At this time, Binny had already raised his gun and walked to the table in the cell. The situation was still extremely tense in his eyes: "You'd better go and tell Leon yourself, he never listens to me."
Of course it was just a lie, a tactic to delay the attack, or anything else, as long as Lancer didn't hand over the switch in his hand, Binny was willing to say it.
Was this also part of Hines' plan?Or Traver?
Binny guessed quickly in his mind.
No matter who it is, once Lancer loses control and presses the button, their goal will be achieved.
Prison hunting is plan A, exposing two emotionally unstable enemies to explosives is plan B.
If Binny hadn't been so careful, they would have been involved in the explosion and they wouldn't know what happened.
Without this one-in-a-million luck, all of them would have to play BE in the excitement today.
"Look at what you have in your hand, Lancer, it's the detonation button. It was brought to him by someone outside the prison." Binny put away the gun and raised his hand to show weakness, "It was given to him by Traver. Kill us all."
"Don't let him succeed."
He tried to defuse Lancer's vigilance.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Leon appeared at the door, exhausted, out of breath, sweating profusely, and his clothes were stained with blood.
He looked at the two people lying on the ground, and suddenly looked confused: "Did they die together?"
Binny shook the controller in his hand, and said casually: "Actually, it's some explosives."
Even though he was equally desperate and busy, his appearance was more than twice as neat as Leon's.
"Cool!" Leon tried to whistle, but finally just twitched the corner of his mouth.
He walked in and explained: "The outside has been controlled by the prison guards, and I also saw the 'Lex Erwin' you just befriended."
The last sentence was obviously a joke.
"Just 'Lex,' no 'Erwin.'"
Binny knew that the joke about "Lowy using his surname to campaign without authorization" could not be shaken off for the time being, so he showed helpless indulgent eyes and asked, "Are you hurt?"
For a moment, Leon wanted to lie and claim that he was injured. He wanted to know how the other party reacted, and whether you would be as anxious as last time.
However, he felt that such "revenge" was too naive, so he put his hands in his pockets and said nonchalantly, "No."
Binny breathed a sigh of relief, and blamed himself, "I should have rushed there immediately..."
"Then who will stop these fools?" Leon smiled and stretched out his hand, patting him on the shoulder, "Isn't it very good, you have been taking care of those places that I have neglected."
Binny forced a smile.
"I still can't figure it out, why did the prison guard listen to you?" Leon let go, walked to the table, looked at it with interest, and then asked, "Or listen to Ke Luo? He is the Attorney General of State A , should not have exercised power in State B."
"Corro got the approval from the president," Binney said.
"President?" Leon widened his eyes, "What did you do?"
"It's what 'you' did." Binney corrected him, saying, "The workers in state A are very effective, and the dispute between the two laws in state B is also very interesting. The president does not intend to miss these two contests for himself. A good show for fame and fortune.”
"So he wants to be re-elected?"
Leon nodded thoughtfully, as he should have done.
"Yes, Corot has already staffed you to reverse the case," Binny said. "Escape from prison is a good idea, but it would be even better if you can be cleared of your charges."
"What should I do now? Sit here and wait for someone?"
Saying that, Leon really sat on the ground with his back leaning against the wall.
"We'll be contacted by someone from the central government, maybe the president will come and meet us."
Regarding Binny's speculation, Leon just tilted his head suspiciously.
He didn't expect that after eighteen hours, half of this guess came true.
The author has something to say: I finally got my notes fixed... orz