Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 151 Intervention of the Warden

  The prisoners were brought to the square, and the game would not be suspended for a minute or two because the prisoners needed to change players. In addition, because of the tense atmosphere, their own people were beaten in a bad manner, and the visual impact was too strong. The substitute prisoners couldn't even say cheering words.

The prison guards who stood guard on the sentry post or came to watch the game, also because of Adel’s sudden arrival, did not dare to make any mistakes at will. All of them stood tall and straight, facing forward motionlessly like standing in a military posture, with only their eyes turned down , looking at the anxious arena.

  The plaza, which had only been lively for a while, returned to calm, and the only thing that reverberated was the shouts of the contestants on the field.

   "Kick the ball! Kick the ball! Leave them alone! Can so many people finish the game!" Lecter resentfully directed the angry prison guards to focus on scoring goals.

  Villac and the others followed the previous tactic, separating Lecter from the football, forcing the prison guards to disperse protection, creating a shortage of manpower, and then looking for opportunities to grab the ball and organize a counterattack.

   It's a pity that this tactic caught the prison guards by surprise at the beginning, but after they realized Verak's purpose, the prison guards quickly took precautions against this to avoid showing their flaws.

   Watching the prisoners use their bodies to resist the attack, they desperately squeezed towards the football, fighting with high intensity all the time, Verak, whose physical strength was extremely exhausted, could only follow along, sharing the pressure for them as much as possible.

   "Don't go!" Lecter stopped Veraker.

  Verak's tactics are also feasible from Lecter's point of view. If he can stop Verak, who has the right to counterattack, the others will not be afraid at all, and the possibility of being robbed of the football is zero.

Seeing that he and Lecter could no longer attract other prison guards to come to support him, so as to contain more people, Veraker did not intend to waste time with Lecter: "Your injury needs to be treated as soon as possible, don't waste it with me here gone."

"I'm not bad for a while, just wrap it up during the intermission." Lecter has no intention of ending the game, Veraker has aroused his anger, and today he won't beat Veraker worse than himself Let it go.

  Verak was too lazy to talk nonsense with Lecter, and stepped forward to wrestle with him.

Compared with Lecter who doesn't know how to fight, and who is self-righteous from time to time and seems to move and attack in a methodical way, Veraker's fighting is very direct and straightforward, standing there like a wooden stake, and does not dodge any attack . Lecter hit him, and he returned it hard.

   This kind of momentum that is not afraid of pain, but will be judged in death is not weaker than Lecter's desire for revenge. The high-spirited Lecter developed an unprecedented competitive spirit. He stood one meter away from Veraker and remained motionless. After resisting Veraker's stick, he quickly counterattacked.

  The two of them didn't say a word, they cast sharp glances at each other.

   "Bang!" Lecter hit Verak on the arm with a stick.

  Verak took a staggering step sideways, stabilized his body and swung a stick at Lecter's shoulder.

"boom!"

   Lecter knelt on one knee, feeling that kneeling in front of Veraker was a huge insult, so he stood up with a roar and continued to attack.

  Adel, who was watching the game from the sentry post, didn't pay attention to the football battle between the prison guards and the prisoners, and focused his attention on Verak and Lecter who were fighting each other. He thought about it, pondering Veraker's idea for a while, and finally came up with an unbelievable, but only possibility that could explain his abnormal behavior.

  Verak is not fighting for himself.

   After the peace talks between the Equality Council and the government are successful, he can leave alive. Even if the peace talks fail and he loses his value, he can use the clues of gold to gain freedom. Such a person who is 100% not going to be trapped in prison must have some purpose to fight with his partner and work harder than anyone else in a game that seems to have little to do with him.

  If it is not for himself, who else in this prison is worthy of him?

  Equality Council.

  The official name of that rebellious party came to Adel's mind.

  Since he is the chairman of this organization, this behavior is not surprising.

  He was fighting for the other prisoners.

  After reaching this conclusion, Adel realized how obvious this conclusion was. The answer had long been placed next to the question, but he ignored it as he always thought things were complicated.

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  After hitting each other with dozens of sticks, Lecter fell down first. Verac, who wanted to support the other prisoners, just opened his legs and fell to the ground.

  The physical strength of the two of them was exhausted, and the next dozen sticks were supported by willpower and competitive spirit.

   "Substitution!" Dawn felt his heart tighten when he found Verac fallen, and called for a substitution.

  The substitute prison guard took the lead and helped Lecter down. It was found that there was no staff responsible, and the substitute prisoner came on the field and took Verak to the sidelines.

   Lecter on one side was immediately treated by a doctor, while Verak could only be surrounded by three layers of prisoners, who helped him wipe the blood and massage him to relax.

"Are you OK?"

   "Do you want to send it to your infirmary?"

   "What should we do? There is no hope of kicking the prison guard!"

  Villac became more sober, glanced at Lecter who was carried away by the prison guards on a stretcher, and then paid attention to the newly added court with a prison guard and a prisoner each.

"Please speak!"

   "If you keep playing like this, you will definitely lose!"

   “Dozens of us all got hurt!”

  The prisoners asked Veraker in one go.

  Villac couldn't answer, just stared at the field.

  Because he lost his restraint, the first team of prisoners completely lost the ability to fight back and was attacked by the prison guards frantically. A prison guard took advantage of the prisoners being beaten back, rushed out with the ball alone, and kicked the ball into the unguarded goal.

   "Good!" The prison guards on the sentry post burst into cheers.

  Playing so hard in the few minutes just now made them think that the goal would be a bit tortuous, but they didn't expect that the prison guards actually didn't consume much, and the more they played, the more they played.

   A moan came from the crowd of prisoners.

  Verak looked at the time.

  Seven minutes and forty seconds.

  In less than eight minutes, the prison guard scored a goal first.

  The score was zero to one.

   "It can't go on like this. It's obvious that they have found a way, and the goals will be scored faster and faster!" A prisoner who clearly recognized the situation shouted anxiously.

  This is also what Verak thought in his heart.

  For the prisoners, the first eight minutes were to use their tactics to the limit while being restricted everywhere, and to put all their cards on the table, but for the prison guards, it was just a warm-up and temptation.

   Now that the prisoners' offense is over, without any effective means to contain the prison guards' attack, the prison guards sounded the horn of the official attack, and soon they will speed up their goals unmatched.

as predicted.

  Three minutes later, the guards scored another goal.

  The score came to zero to two.

  Villac tried to get back on the field, but he couldn't raise his arms, couldn't swing his baton to fight back, and even if he went up, he couldn't play a greater role than the other prisoners.

   His right to attack is not an advantage against all prison guards.

   This kind of game is not something he can decide the outcome of. He can lead the team to beat Lecter, and it is already quite remarkable that he can not be scored by the opponent for eight minutes.

How to do? !

  Verak asked himself.

   Is it going to go on like this, with more than a dozen or even dozens of goals scored by the prison guards in the first half alone, not only did not win the opportunity to write a letter to contact the outside world, but also was severely frustrated?

   "Good job!"

While he was thinking, in the fifteenth minute of the game, the prison guards scored the third goal. The prisoners had nothing to gain, but they changed one after another. Even Dawn was injured because of his injury. Seriously out of the game.

  However, he did not go to the infirmary to deal with the injury like other prisoners, but chose to stay and pay attention to the game, ready to play again at any time.

"It can't be done. They already scored three goals. In the first half, it is estimated that they can score ten goals." Dawn was supported by the prisoner to sit next to Veraker, and told him his prediction, "When it gets that big Even if there is a miracle, we will never be able to reverse the score."

   "I know." Verak looked towards the guard post, where the tall and mighty Adel stood out, "Let me think of a way."

  Adel may have felt Veraker's gaze, and looked at him from a distance.

  Why did Adel come? Just to watch the game?

This is the first time Verak sees Adel haunting places other than the office. He looks really dignified. All were silent.

   "Adel..." Verak opened his mouth slightly, chanting Adel's name.

  The situation was critical, and the appearance of Adel made Veraker put all the thinking on solving the problem on him.

  Can Adel be the key to turning the game around?

  Verak didn't know, he only knew that Adel wanted to cooperate with him, and asked him for something. As long as Verak can get the corresponding benefits, there is no telling what he will do.

   "Prisoner!" Verak called Adel loudly.

  Adel heard the sound, looked at Verak who was waving at him, snorted lightly, and left the sentry post.

  The prison guards on the sentry post were relieved, they whispered first, and then quickly warmed up, commenting on the game again, encouraging the prison guards, and wantonly insulting those prisoners whom they never looked down upon.

  Adel got off the sentry post, entered the arena from the main entrance of the square, and came to Verak's side. There was no need for him to speak or send someone to clear the place. Seeing this, the other prisoners dispersed consciously, not daring to share the majesty and pressure with Verak.

   "What's wrong?" Adel asked.

   "Is there anything you can do?" Verak sat on the ground without looking up at Adel, staring intently at the completely defeated prisoners on the field.

   "What, what way?" Adel put his hands in his pockets and looked at Verak coldly.

   "What else but competition?"

  When Adel heard Verak calling himself, he vaguely guessed that the helpless Verak might ask himself to help the prisoner: "You want me to help you win?"

   "Yes." Verac said.

   "I'm the warden, why do I help the prisoners win over the prison guards? Don't you think this is ridiculous?" Adel had some ideas about keeping the warden position.

   "What do you want?" Verac certainly didn't expect the dignified warden to help them win unconditionally.

  Adel squatted on one knee: "The whereabouts of gold."

"Let's talk about it." The whereabouts of Gold is the core of Veraker and Keating's backup escape plan, and he can't change his decision hastily, "The most I can give you is to ask Mr. For Lecter, I'll buy you some other way to keep the Warden position."

  Verak knew that Adel was at the end of his rope, and he basically had no other way but to persuade himself to cooperate.

"What's the use of that little time?" Adel became calm instead, "Why do you value this game so much? Does it have anything to do with you? You will go out sooner or later. Now that you have suffered so many beatings, I will still give you money." Free collaborators break into the infirmary, what are they trying to do?"

"I didn't plan anything, I just wanted revenge. He tortured me and almost killed me before." Verac had a good reason, "We promised each other before the game. A game is a game, and cooperation is cooperation, so after the game Sai will not bring old and new grudges into the collaboration."

   "So, you think this game is an excellent opportunity to vent your anger without being held accountable, so you fought so fiercely with Lecter?" Adel asked following Veraker's reason.

"Yes."

  Adel squinted his eyes and immediately pierced Veraker's words: "If it's because of this, why do you care so much about winning or losing the game? You should have achieved your goal by sending Lecter, a deputy warden, into the infirmary."

   "Just tell me if the deal I proposed just now is feasible." Verac couldn't deal with Adel at all, and now that the situation is urgent, it is even more difficult to calm down and clear the logic of his words.

   "It's not feasible." Adel tested Veraker's bottom line, testing how important it is to him to win or lose the game, "Unless you cooperate with me on the golden clue."

   "Impossible." Verak replied firmly.

  If he supported Adel and kicked Lecter out of prison, there would be no hope of escape. Even if he agreed to him for a while, Lecter would not let it go easily after letting Lecter know. At that time, if he did not abide by the cooperation agreement with Adel, it would be tantamount to offending both ends.

   "Then I have nothing to do, you have to do it yourself." Adel got up.

  Villac did not stop Adel.

  The competition is very important. Winning the competition will greatly increase the probability of their jailbreak success, but gold and cooperation matters are more important, which directly determine whether they are possible or not.

   Another four or five prisoners were replaced on the football field.

  At the 20th minute, the prison guard scored the fourth goal, and the prisoner had already replaced No. 60 or 70.

   I'm going to lose.

   Losing is inevitable.

   After losing, the prisoners were hit hard, and the in-depth cooperation that Dawn talked about will also be lost.

  Verak somewhat regretted proposing a football match to Lecter.

   Now their road to escape becomes more difficult.

   "Huh..." Verak blamed himself, he felt sorry for Keating.

   "Do you think..." Adel didn't leave, and just when Verak felt guilty, he stood up, "How about I being a referee?"

  (end of this chapter)