Gao Bin was lying on the bed, recalling Sara in his mind. In fact, she was not a beauty, at least she did not particularly agree with the oriental aesthetics.

But there is something energetic about Sarah that makes people come closer involuntarily.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this woman is interesting. Even if there is no mission, Gao Bin is ready to conquer it!

"High? High?" Sucre called several times without waiting for a response.

"Huh? Sorry, I was a little distracted. What did you say?" Gao Bin was still very polite when he wasn't angry.

"It's nothing, I always think you are a bit mysterious."

Sucre was very good at reading people, and he had already noticed that something was wrong with Gao Bin.

Now that this has been said, Gao Bin is ready to test it further:

"Haha, I'm just here for Lincoln."

"Lincoln? I remember he seemed to have been sentenced to death." Sucre frowned.

Suddenly, his eyes widened:

"Damn it, don't say it, I don't want to know, don't tell me, man, I'm serious, as long as I serve my sentence seriously, I will be released from prison soon!"

Gao Bin put his index finger on his lips:

"Shh~man, don't be so excited. I just said it casually, and you just listen to it, you know?"

Sucre nodded repeatedly:

"I know, I know, I didn't hear anything, you didn't say anything."

If he hadn't been unable to defeat Gao Bin, I'm afraid Sucre wouldn't be so easy to talk to.

Gao Bin lay back on the bed. This test was just the beginning. He believed that Sucre would finally cooperate with him.

But before that, he still needs to make some preparations.

The first thing is the tools. You can’t let him dig through the cement wall with his fingers, right?

He possesses the top-notch observation skills of the Prison Break King and terrifying execution ability. When he just went out for a break, he observed the sentry arrangements.

From an ordinary person's perspective, this prison is simply impeccable.

There are guard towers in all four directions. Snipers are no joke. When facing snipers in an open area, there is only one result - death!

It is impossible to climb the high fence with your hands, not to mention that there are spiked iron wires on it that can be electrified at any time and turn people into roasted suckling pigs.

Even if you get over the fence, and there is an emergency plan from the nearby police station, it will be extremely difficult to successfully escape under the heavy siege.

To be honest, it is one thing to watch a TV series, but it is another thing to be in it in person. Watching people escape from prison seems very simple, but practicing it yourself is like walking on thin ice.

He suddenly sat up, went to the small table to find a pencil, and then tore off a piece of toilet paper.

Sit back on the bed, put the paper on your arm, and draw with a pencil.

Sucre, who was on the upper bunk, forced himself not to look, for fear of getting into trouble.

The weather is very hot today, and there is a thin layer of sweat on the skin. When the toilet paper is covered, it gets soaked instantly, and the tattoo pattern can be clearly seen.

"Schweitzer-Allen11121147"

This is his key to unlocking the door, it is a long screw.

After writing down the numbers, Gao Bin balled up his fingers and threw them into the toilet in a shooting posture.

"High?" Sucre suddenly said.

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's okay, it's okay." Sucre hesitated to speak.

Gao Bin understood and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, without asking further questions, letting curiosity ferment in his heart for a while.

During dinner, Gao Bin slowly walked forward with the team. After taking the empty plate, he kept observing with his eyes.

Berwick stood on the steps with his hands behind his back, looking like the king of this prison!

Gao Bin lowered his head and sneered, looking back. He noticed that Westmoreland was a few seats in front of him, occupying a table by himself after finishing his meal.

...

"I wish I didn't invite you to sit down!" Westmoreland stared at Gao Bin, the uninvited guest.

"Do I need to be invited by you when I'm sitting here?" Gao Bin chewed slowly. Although the food in front of him was as unpalatable as dog feces, he still ate it very carefully, as if he was tasting some Michelin delicacies.

"You..." The old man stared at him angrily. If looks could kill, Gao Bin would have died hundreds of times.

"Don't look at me like that, old man, calm down."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Gao Bin turned to look out the window:

"How many years have you stayed here? 20 years? Or 30 years? Don't you yearn for the outside air?"

"You don't want to jailbreak, do you?"

Gao Bin thinks this sentence is true.

He didn't answer and ate the food silently. The unpalatable potatoes made him feel high-end.

"You have only been in jail for a few days and you are thinking of running away? Also, aren't you afraid that I will report to Berwick?"

"Don't tell me, I'm really not afraid." Gao Bin was confident.

"Why?"

"Because you understand the rules of survival here. Without any evidence, what can Berwick do to me? Lock me up for a few days? I will eventually come out. What will happen to you after I come out?

Know better than me!"

Gao Bin raised his head and looked at Charles very sincerely:

"Old man, believe me, I mean no harm!"

Charles sneered:

"So you recognized me as DB Cooper from the very first moment?"

Gao Bin shrugged:

"You can deny it, or I can insist on believing in my own investigation."

"No matter what you want to do, I'm not interested. I live a good life here and there's no need to take risks."

Gao Bin laughed:

"Don't speak too slowly. How about we make a bet?"

"Not interested."

Gao Bin said, minding his own business:

"If you finally agree to come with me, then tell me where you buried the money. I don't want more, just half."

Charles shook his head:

"Let's not talk about whether I am DB Cooper or not. Even if I am, this bet doesn't seem to do me any good."

"I'm not done yet. If you don't come with me in the end, then I guarantee you that when you are released from prison, you will get 5 million US dollars. I swear to God."

Charles is expressionless:

"You have 5 million US dollars, why are you still coveting DB Cooper's money?"

"Only a fool would complain about the lack of money." Gao Bin's reasons are impeccable.

"Well, your joke is very good. Thanks to you, I had a pleasant dinner time. I'm done eating, you can enjoy it slowly."

Charles threw the milk carton on the plate, dragged his old body up and left.

Gao Bin looked at his back and smiled lightly. This old man is quite stubborn.

But compared to pedophiles and murderers, this old man is still a good person.

If there is a chance, Gao Bin doesn't mind changing his ending, provided he promises to tell himself the treasure.

...

The next day, after breakfast, Gao Bin finally waited until it was time to relax.

He was walking alone on the playground, seemingly carelessly, but in fact he was already measuring every inch of grass on the playground.

After walking for a while, I seemed tired, so I found a bench and sat down, slowly stretching one hand towards the side of the wood.

His sensitive fingers were groping on the side like a snake. Soon, he raised the corners of his mouth and moved his fingers vigorously.

"Well well well, look, my reputation is already so famous? A newbie comes to visit me. Tsk~ The little chick from the East, I haven't tasted it yet."

Gao Bin's face turned dark:

"T-bag, take your followers and disappear from my eyes."

"He's still a tough-talking little bird, not bad, I like it." T-bag slapped the follower's hand away and turned out the other trouser pocket:
To be continued...