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"Old Su, you are the warden, you can definitely do something about it. Think of a solution." Feng Yuanzheng, holding a cigar in his hand, patted the shoulder of an equally fat middle-aged man next to him.
"Minister Feng, it's not that I don't want to help." Warden Su smiled bitterly, "The problem is that it can be big or small. Zhang Peng doesn't want to make a big fuss, so he asked the city lord to mediate. If you insist on letting this matter out, you will have to be sent back to the detention center to wait for the second trial according to the procedure. Once the trial is open, I will not be able to explain myself at that time."
When Feng Yuanzheng mentioned Zhang Peng, he gnashed his teeth in hatred: "Old man, it was fine when I was still in power, but now that I'm retired, you're still thinking about my wife and ruining my good deeds! Damn it."
Warden Su played deaf and dumb, pretending he heard nothing.
Feng Yuanzheng sighed and didn't care about face anymore. He said directly: "Lao Su, if you can't help me, it's ok, but you have to give me some advice."
"This..." Warden Su said slowly: "In principle, there is no way."
Upon hearing this, Feng Yuanzheng understood.
There is a door!
Sure enough, Warden Su immediately continued, "However, if he does not cooperate during his sentence, or even causes adverse effects due to radical actions, we can give him a few additional penalties as appropriate."
"Extreme action..." Feng Yuanzheng pondered, and looked at Warden Su for advice: "The prison is heavily guarded, and it should be unlikely that someone would injure or kill someone. How about I arrange for him to escape from prison?
In theory, this is the most radical option, although it is not too radical to a certain extent. But if I were to arrange something more conservative, I'd be afraid it would be too obvious. "
Warden Su smiled vaguely: "Don't look at me like that. I don't know anything here, and I haven't promised you anything."
Feng Yuanzheng laughed: "Hahaha, you..."
Just then, Warden Su's cell phone rang.
"Wait a minute, I'll take a call."
Feng Yuanzheng nodded, leaned back in the chair, and began to think about the specific plan.
"Hey?"
Warden Su glanced at Feng Yuanzheng and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "There's no one here, just go ahead and talk."
"Um..."
"Ok?"
"Uh..."
"what???"
"Okay, I get it."
After hanging up the phone, Feng Yuanzheng asked curiously, "What happened?"
Warden Su looked at Feng Yuanzheng with a complicated expression.
"Maybe there's no need to arrange for him to escape from prison."
"Why?" Feng Yuanzheng was puzzled.
"Because he crossed it himself."
"What?" Feng Yuanzheng was shocked. "Aren't the guards in Prison 1 the strictest? How did he get through?"
"I don't know either." Warden Su shook his head: "When we found him, he was already in the broadcasting room."
"Wait, what is he doing in the radio studio?"
"Give your speech after being imprisoned." Warden Su said with a tense face.
Feng Yuanzheng didn't react for a moment to what the prison speech was: "What is that?"
"He didn't run away after escaping from prison." Warden Su was also confused. "Instead, he ran to the broadcasting room and gave a speech...about how happy and proud he was in prison. This had an extremely bad impact on the First Prison, no, on the entire judicial system of Paradise City."
"Uh..."
Seeing that Feng Yuanzheng was still confused, Warden Su further explained:
"That is to say, you don't have to make any arrangements. He can get on the exile bus tonight just by himself."
Chapter 32 Wasteland Cemetery
Through his own efforts, Jiang Lu finally got his superiors to bypass the process and put him in the queue for this month's list.
After all, if he could escape from prison once without anyone noticing, he could escape a second time.
This time it’s the broadcasting room, what about next time?
Who knew if he could sneak to the armory?
Although some people suggested capturing him and slicing him for research, to see how he was able to come and go freely, and whether he had been mutated by external radiation.
But Feng Yuanzheng still suppressed it.
Finally, Jiang Lu was successfully exiled.
Seeing that the prison guard was about to put the hood on his head, Jiang Lu said pitifully: "Wait a minute, I have something to say to my cellmate."
The guards exchanged glances, and the captain sneered, "You've developed feelings for each other after living here for less than a day? You're really a nest of snakes and rats! Just tell me, you're going to be on the road soon anyway."
Facing the ridicule and cold treatment of the prison guards, Jiang Lu remained unmoved and looked at the three bald men firmly and sincerely.
The three of them were afraid of the prison guards, and even more afraid of Jiang Lu. They wished he would leave sooner and give them a quiet place. But when they met his eyes, they felt somewhat moved and their mood was very complicated.
Then Jiang Lu raised his handcuffed hands, raised his middle finger to the three people, and smiled cheerfully:
"I'm leaving now. I'm going to test your code!"
The expressions of the three people froze for a moment.
There was also a different look in the eyes of the prison guards.
As the hood was put on, Jiang Lu's vision became pitch black...
......
I was first dragged for a long time, then got into the car, and after several hours of bumpy ride, the roar of the engine finally stopped.
Jiang Lu was carried out of the car by two people. He seemed to have lost his ability to move and could not walk on his own.
The prison guard in charge of escorting them found this funny.
"Are your legs weak already? Haha, the despair has just begun..."
He was then thrown out by the prison guards.
"Fend for yourself, scum!"
Jiang Lu lay on the ground motionless, with no response to the curses coming from behind him.
It was not until the escort vehicle had been gone for a long time that his body suddenly trembled.
"Fuck, driver Sima drove like a baby bus and made me fall asleep."
He struggled to sit up, first crushed the handcuffs with his left hand, then took off the hood on his head, and then looked around.
He had already left Paradise City and arrived at the desert outside the safe zone.
At first glance, there was monotonous yellow everywhere, without even a tree. The sand dunes had clear contours and distinct layers, the ridges were smooth and flowing, the sand slopes on the windward side were like water, and the sand on the leeward side was like flowing water. In just a moment, Jiang Lu felt visual fatigue.
It was evening and the temperature difference between day and night in the desert was extremely large. When the red sunset faded, the temperature here began to drop sharply.
Jiang Lu shuddered and complained, "Can a desert be called a wasteland? What about the standard garbage dump?"
Just then, he suddenly felt a little unwell.
When I lifted up his clothes, I saw that his whole body was covered with red rashes.
Feeling curious, he opened the panel and checked the character's status.
[Radiation: Your physical attributes will gradually decrease, and health points will begin to be deducted after your physical attributes are emptied]
The column for physical fitness has also become:
【Constitution: 11 (-1/h)】
Seeing this, Jiang Lu was satisfied and said, "There is also radiation, that's right!"
He was not panicked at all. The reason was very simple. As his physical condition began to decline, the permanent BUFF [Healing of the God of Redemption] also began to take effect.
The status has dropped even faster than it can recover.
The rash disappeared without a trace in a short while.
After turning off the panel, Jiang Lu planned to look for the exiles' settlement.
After all, humans are social animals. In this kind of environment, they need to work together to face various threats. It goes without saying that there must be settlements, so there is actually only one problem now.
where?
The desert was covered with yellow sand on all sides, and Jiang Lu couldn't tell the direction, so he simply used the tire tracks of the escort vehicle that had not been completely buried as a standard, and randomly chose one of the other three directions and started walking.
He had just left not long ago.
A group of six or seven people came over from a slope in the opposite direction.
They were wearing dirty rag cloaks, wrapped tightly, and had simple gas masks on their faces.
"Captain, the rut ends here."
One of the minions searched for traces nearby and said hesitantly, "The footprints seem to be heading towards the cemetery. Should we continue to chase them?"
“How can he run so fast after being exposed to radiation?” The only person wearing a relatively clean white cloak sighed, “It’s too late now. The dirty thing is about to crawl out from the ground. He’s heading towards the cemetery. I guess he has no chance of survival. We can only recruit new people. Let’s go back now.”
"Yes."
......
Jiang Lu walked in the desert and gradually lost his sense of direction.
I looked back at the footprints I left behind.
My original impression was that it should be walking in a straight line, but somehow it has gone off course and I don't know where it is going.
"It's not a big problem." Jiang Lu was optimistic: "The earth is round."
As we continued walking, gradually, a bright full moon appeared in the sky.
And he gradually stepped into a mechanical cemetery filled with metal debris.
As more and more traces of civilization became visible in the field of vision, he could see an engine or something thrown on the ground almost every few meters, and a scrapped car every few dozen meters. Jiang Lu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"This is the fucking wasteland!"