"I don't want to die, what's going on? It shouldn't be like that."

"It's so noisy, can you shut your mouth? Nari!"

"I can't do it, Pitts. I'm scared!" the girl shouted through the cell: "Webber, Allen, what can you do?"

Weber said in a deep voice: "Let's all calm down. This should be some kind of assessment of the Marshal. Maybe she is watching us behind the light screen."

Allen looked around the cell and said, "I've checked it just now, there is no surveillance equipment here..."

"In other words, this is not an assessment? We are really caught as criminals, and we will be sentenced to death?" Nari shouted: "No, I don't want to do this! I want to go home, I want to go home!"

"Calm down!" Allen shouted, "Don't give up so quickly. Think about it, we are on the frigate. And our family knows that Marshal Windsor Bello sets out with us. If this is really an accident, then as long as the family can't contact us, they will find a way to figure out where we are and launch a rescue. All we have to do is make sure to live well before that."

"God knows if we can live until someone comes to rescue?" Pitts shouted, and kicked the door with his feet: "Damn, these things are so thick. Can't you open the door?"

The metal armor, which is more than ten centimeters thick, is obviously not something that a few teenagers of level ten can tear them apart. So the prison guards are relieved to throw them in these confinement rooms, and they have not even restricted their conversation.

The footsteps started to sound.

With the lessons of the past, even Nari obediently shut her mouth. Now, the situation is in the end, and no one wants to sit on the electric chair.

A moment later, the prison guard came back in the morning. He patroled around and said contemptuously: "Congratulations, you little bastards. The verdict has been issued. In seven days, you will be publicly hanged."

"This is not true." Pitts shouted: "You pig, it's better to let me out quickly. Otherwise, I will kill you!"

"It seems like you take my words just now like a wind in your ears." The prison guard walked to Pitts' cell and entered something into the electronic instrument in front of the door.

A moment later, Allen heard a sound of electric current flowing from Pitts' cell, and Pitts's scream like a pig. Then the prison guard called out two colleagues and dragged Pitts out and took them away. It was not until the evening that Pitts was thrown back into the cell. Alan glanced at the window on the door and saw that Pitts was covered in wounds. There were several obvious signs of burning by strong currents. At this time, Pitts was already unaware of the situation and did not regain consciousness until the evening.

"You have to be careful. There are four metal walls in this confinement room. They are the best conductors of current..." After waking up, Pitts calmed down a lot and did not forget to remind everyone: "That damn electric current made me faint. As for what happened later, I don't want to say anything. In short, I think this is not like an assessment. They really plan to kill us!"

On the other side, Neri had already sobbed, and even Webber was in a low mood. They were children of aristocratic families, and they had never suffered such hardships, let alone now that they had been declared inexplicably. The psychological pressure is so great that Alan is better. His long-term life on the surface has sharpened his mind to be as hard as steel, and he will not be easily scared by the predicament in front of him.

For him, since this is not an assessment, he cannot sit and wait for death. He re-checked the prison, groped almost inch by inch, and tried to use his ability to "burn", but he could not burn the electronic instruments that controlled the door through the thermal conductivity of the metal as expected. In this way, it was obvious that there was also a high-temperature anti-interlayer material in the metal plate of the door. Otherwise, the door panel on this side of the prison would have burned red, and the electronic lock on the other side should have exploded long ago.

If the door cannot be opened through this method, there is almost no other way to get out. The source power of level ten cannot tear open the metal armor.

Amidst constant attempts and failures, Allen spent the day in prison. The next day, he curled up and hugged the thin quilt in the corner of the bed, as if he was back to being with the wolf pack. Suddenly, he was woken up by a string of screams and scolding. Alan opened his eyes and calmed down. When he heard it, he heard it was Nari's voice. The girl seemed to have collapsed, screaming and scolding for a while.

So not long after, several vicious prison guards appeared and conspired Nari like he dealt with Pitz yesterday, and corroded her, making her powerful combat skills unable to be used, so he dragged her out of the cell like a death-dead person.

"What are you going to do? Let her go!" Pitts shouted, but there were a few sticks to knock.

Allen and Webber did not make any noise. They knew very well that protesting now was futile. Allen watched Neri disappear from his sight at the door before turning back. Suddenly he stopped, narrowed his eyes, and Allen lay on the ground. The confinement room was completely a sealed iron bin, and even the ground was a metal plate. But the metal plate was locked with a screw as big as a thumb, and Allen pressed his ears to the ground and heard the sound of water below.

Suddenly, there was a regular sound of knocking on the wall. Alan carefully argued that it was Morse's code. Webber was in the prison next door, pounding the wall with his hand and saying, "I have an idea."

Alan also responded with Morse's password, but at first he had to recall the way the password was combined, so he rang it very slowly. But after a few more times, he had already answered it well.

Allen said in a password: "What's the idea?"

"I want to deliberately create trouble and let the prison guards intervene, maybe they can attack him unexpectedly and then take the opportunity to escape from the cell."

"The idea is good, but they will make you faint first."

"I know, but I have been trained to resist shocks. As long as I am prepared, I can completely use the source force to offset some current, so as to keep my will clear."

"Then try it, but you still have to observe it for a day. At least we have to find out how many prison guards are outside the confinement room."

"You're right."

After the two of them finalized some details, they used the window of the gate to observe the outside. There was a corridor outside the confinement room, and the corridor was not long. There were only five or six confinement rooms like the detainees of Allen and others. Allen's cell was almost at the end of the corridor. From his room, you could easily see a gate at the end of the corridor.

When the gate is opened, you can see a police room outside, where two prison guards often work inside. The top of the gate is several weapon terminals, and the attack system is a micro automatic machine gun. The barrel is arranged very carefully, and it is almost certain that once the machine gun is fired, the people in the corridor behind the door will not have any room to dodge.

After nearly a day of observation, Allen basically figured out the rules of the prison guards' patrol. Every hour, one person would come in through the gate. The prison guards were equipped with batons and automatic pistols. The weapons were not very powerful. What was a headache was the weapon terminal of the gate, which would make them shoot into a sieve when the gate was opened. After all, the bright surveillance camera outside the corridor was enough to faithfully reflect what happened inside on the smart brain screen of the police room.

In the evening, the warden came. It was a man in his forties, with a beard and a deep look. Alan saw the hazy source light flame on him. Obviously, he was a source power master, even a seal engraver. In short, it was definitely not comparable to an ordinary prison guard. Following the warden, there was also the light of source power on his body, but the intensity was relatively weak.

The warden walked around several lockdown rooms and finally came to Alan's door. Through the window, he looked at Alan and said, "Tell me, what made you so crazy, killing half of the town."

Allen spread his hands and said, "We have said that we are not criminals."

"Little bastard, you can keep being stubborn." The warden gasped, like an angry bull. He clenched his fist and thrashed the door hard and said, "God knows how much I want to beat you up now, because of you, I can never hear the old man Jack's nagging sound again. Although he is annoyed at times, he is my friend!"

"I'm sorry." Allen said helplessly.

"Shut up!" the warden kicked the door hard and shouted: "Damn the Federal Constitution, I really hope you do something stupid, that I will make you realize that public hanging is so kind to you!"

After saying that, he left angrily.

In the evening, the prison guards brought dinner from the window. While eating the dry and hard bread, Allen used a password to convey the arrangement he saw and the inspection rules of the prison guards.

Weber quickly responded: "Weapon terminal? Damn, without armor and weapons, can we get through?"

"It's not impossible, for example, using the prison guard as a shield." Allen replied: "But don't be busy doing this for now. Maybe there are other safer ways."

“What is it?”

"I can't be sure yet, I'll talk about it after tonight."

Night falls.

At night, the prison guards' inspections were no longer intensive during the day. They basically took two hours to come in, but in the middle of the night, they only appeared at three o'clock in the morning. Allen slept all night and remembered their rules.

Until late that night, I saw Nari come back. No one knows what happened to her.

On the third day, Webber could no longer sit still, and Allen asked him to hold back for another day.

"Lit on the ground and listen, there may be a drainage passage below." Allen said so.

Weber said: "So what? We can't get in."

"Not necessarily. I might have a way." Alan did not tell Webber in detail, and another day passed. Late at night, at three o'clock in the morning, the prison guards patrol and left. Alan turned off the bed, plugged the window of the door with a quilt, and then lay on the ground, and the source of power flowed on his forehead to form the engraving of the Blade of the Ring of the Ring.

Allen rolled up his sleeves, his hands trembled, and a flame burned in his hands!

【After glance, the paper box was slimming down, but fortunately I could last for a few days, haha.】i1387
Chapter completed!