The biggest problem Zhou Sen faces now is not that he can't find a way to escape, but because there are too many prisoners of war in this cell. In such a crowded environment, even if he fights by himself, he will attract countless people.
look.
What depresses Zhou Sen the most is that there is an officer sitting next to him, an ambitious officer, and an officer who is planning a prison escape.
Zhou Sen only observed for half an hour, and he was sure that Huang Dong was recruiting people.
Although Huang Dong was planning a prison escape plan, Zhou Sen was not interested at all, because according to his calculations as a super genius scientist, it was simply impossible to escape from this prisoner of war camp using conventional methods.
Not to mention from the perspective of a scientist, even from the perspective of the gangster Zhou Sen, it is not easy to escape from this prison.
Of course, if Zhou Sen had known that he would be imprisoned in this prisoner of war camp before, he could have arranged countless ways to escape. But the problem was that he was sent to this prisoner of war camp without any warning and could not be contacted at all.
People outside.
God!
God!
Now Zhou Sen just wants to refine the gods as soon as possible.
Zhou Sen was wailing in his heart. Under this environment, it was impossible for him to refine weapons. What made Zhou Sen feel most desperate was that there was not even a toilet in this makeshift prisoner of war camp, but a makeshift bucket was placed in the corner.
, that is to say, going to the toilet is also in full view of everyone.
No wonder there was an unpleasant smell when you came in.
Although Zhou Sen was wailing in his heart, he remained calm. He was not in a hurry. He believed that he would find an opportunity sooner or later. After all, more people meant chaos, and chaos meant more opportunities.
Time passed minute by minute.
A full three hours later, the prisoner of war camp No. 32 was still lifeless. Maybe it was because it was too crowded, and no one had much time to talk, so they all tried to maintain the most comfortable posture, lying or sitting.
The opportunity has come!
At the fourth hour, some prisoners of war finally couldn't stand their loneliness and gathered together to play some games to pass the time. Three or five of them got together, some played cards, some played chess, and some played magic.
magic!
Zhou Sen's eyes lit up when he saw someone playing magic. As a weapon refiner, isn't he a natural magician?
Zhou Sen decided to blend in with the prisoners of war playing the game, and then find an opportunity to perform "magic" and take the opportunity to refine the gods. However, what happened next made Zhou Sen vomit blood. The huge cell No. 32 held at least close to
Of the two hundred people, no one was willing to get close to Zhou Sen. As soon as he got close, the entertainment activities would immediately stop.
In the eyes of a group of prisoners of war, Zhou Sen was an alien.
No one wants to play with aliens.
Why is this happening?
Zhou Sen felt something was wrong. Even if he had different ideas from these soldiers, he wouldn't treat him like this!
There must be something wrong!
After Zhou Sen hit the wall one after another, he found that whenever he approached a small circle, the prisoners of war looked at him warily.
Did they consider themselves spies?
Zhou Sen glanced at Huang Dong, who happened to be looking at him with a trace of pride on his face.
Damn, who did I offend?
Zhou Sen was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, but he immediately thought of the reason, because he had not reported the number of his unit so far. It was probably because of this reason that he was marginalized. After all, Huang Dong
He is planning a jailbreak, so he, an unknown person, is naturally the key target to be wary of.
After learning that he was marginalized not because of different ideas, Zhou Sen breathed a sigh of relief.
From Zhou Sen's point of view, it doesn't matter that he is suspected of being a spy, but if a group of prisoners of war in the Ronnie Empire unanimously deny the human interstellar federal government, it will be a nightmare for mankind. Zhou Sen believes that as long as the five star regions continue to be turbulent, there will definitely be someone
Reminds me of the goodness of the human interstellar federal government.
Zhou Sen decided to look for opportunities. If he really couldn't find any, he would create opportunities by himself. For example, he could entertain himself by playing magic, refining weapons, and then forcefully claim that it was a cover-up for magic...
…
The opportunity comes again.
There were more and more people around a soldier. There were three floors inside and three floors outside. It was so crowded that there were loud laughter and exclamations from time to time. When we got to the back, that place became the focus of the entire cell. Even Huang Dong was stunned.
Joined it.
Suddenly, the originally tight crowd made way for a way.
"Zhou Sen, come and tell your fortune." Huang Dong waved to Zhou Sen.
"Fortune telling..."
“Very effective!”
"Oh." Zhou Sen stood up quickly. He just wanted to find an opportunity to integrate into the prisoners of war, so he naturally wanted to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Zhou Sen squeezed over and sat down in front of an older prisoner of war who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. This prisoner of war was different from other prisoners of war. He was about fifty years old and looked very special and clean.
, a pair of clear eyes seems to have the magic power to see through the internal organs.
"Old John, do you know him?" Huang Dong asked the prisoner of war.
"I don't know." The prisoner of war, known as Old John, shook his head.
"You have calculated very accurately before, but I still don't believe it, because you belong to the same army as us, and you are a civilian, so you can easily know our family information, and we don't know this person. If you
If I can figure out who he is, I will take it seriously." Huang Dong said with a smile.
"Haha, I'm just getting started, that is, I can calculate some small things... Come on, little brother, give me your hand." Old John motioned to Zhou Sen to stretch out his right hand.
Zhou Sen put his hand in Old John's hand. The moment he touched Old John's hand, Zhou Sen had an indescribable feeling.
"ah……"
Old John held Zhou Sen's penis in his hand. Just when he was about to lower his head to observe, his body suddenly tilted back and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Zhou Sen in horror, as if he had seen a ghost.
"What's wrong with you?" Huang Dong and several prisoners of war helped Lao Mu up.
"He...he...he..." Old John was still looking at Zhou Sen in horror, stammering and speechless, but his hands kept changing some ancient and complicated gestures.
"Please, we are all adults, just stop in moderation, don't pretend to be crazy!" Huang Dong frowned and looked at Old John.
"What's wrong with me?" Zhou Sen also looked at Old John with a confused expression.
"You are not you!" Old John blurted out.
"Ah... you know me?" Zhou Sen was stunned at first, and then looked at Lao Mu with a look of horror. This was the first time since he was impostered that his identity was revealed in person.
"I don't know you... Wait... You're not you... I'm a little confused... Give me your hand... It has warmth, life, not a ghost... Why is this happening... Young man, your murderous intent
It's too heavy." Old John looked at Zhou Sen in horror.
"Murderous...^"
"You are very angry inside, but you try your best to control your anger. Once this anger finds an opportunity to be released, it will turn into a devil... young man... my God... slaughter a hundred thousand creatures..." The old man
John was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, put his hands on his chest, and made a prayer gesture.
"I don't understand."
Zhou Sen frowned and stared at Old John. He didn't like this feeling of being in a fog.
