Helipad 6 is on the sixth floor of Cole Harbor Prison.

Starting from Yang Ming's prison cell, you only need to pass through two safe passages to reach the deck that continues out.

No matter who looks at it, without the interference of guards, this escape route is almost perfect.

It seems that there are only two difficulties left that Yang Ming and the others need to solve to escape from prison - a small spacecraft that can be driven, and a guard cannon on the outside of the prison.

In the long, narrow and empty passage, two figures were walking quickly forward against the wall, and cameras everywhere locked their figures in succession.

Kolev followed behind Yang Ming. He just put on a jacket on top of his prison clothes and put on leather boots. The old man was constantly persuading Yang Ming in a weak voice:

"Young first mate, I just thought about it seriously. Now we should find a way to capture their main control room, the main control room! Instead of going to the tiger mountain knowing that there are tigers in the mountain!"

"We have to go slower," Yang Ming said, "so as to give the mastermind behind the scenes some time to prepare, the elderly first mate."

"My old despicable man! Are you their internal agent?" Kolev glared at Yang Ming's back, "In front is the apron. There must be several powerful mechanical guards waiting to shoot us. We can't fight with the mechanical guards.

To fight, we need to find those guards who are easy to knock down and are now sleepy."

Yang Ming scolded: "Keep your voice down! If you don't follow the script they made, they will definitely sound the alarm!"

"The script they set is for us to die on tarmac 6!" Kolev argued with reason.

"We can only look for opportunities in seemingly hopeless situations!"

"But this!"

"Shh!"

Yang Ming made a gesture of squatting, and the two of them squatted down at the same time.

Through the narrow window of the passage, Yang Ming quietly observed the tarmac.

"Have you noticed?" Yang Ming asked, "The two cameras above our heads are turned off."

"Oh, yes," Kolev whispered, "They monitored us all the way, but they chose not to monitor us here. The place ahead must be our execution."

The area of ​​the tarmac is the size of a football field. A two-person small aircraft is parked there. The surrounding area is quiet and nothing seems out of the ordinary.

Several cameras placed on the tarmac are also turned off.

Yang Ming thought a little in his heart.

Assuming this was a trap, then they were under surveillance the whole way from the prison cell to here. Their actions along the way could already prove their crime of escaping from prison. The video left at the 'execution ground' would easily reveal flaws.

"There must be an ambush ahead. We should find a way to sneak attack the main control room," the old man whispered.

Yang Ming smiled and said: "First officer, use your rich experience to analyze it?"

"Analyze what?"

"Now there are three forces targeting me. The only thing I can be sure of is that one force wants to keep me alive. The purpose of the other two forces is unclear."

Yang Ming asked: "In this case, what is the chance that this prison break will allow us to leave safely?"

"zero."

Kolev's beard trembled: "Believe me, this is absolutely zero."

"Okay," Yang Ming said, "You'll be here later. It's safe here for the time being, okay?"

"We need a plan! We need a plan! I'm not going to die with you!"

"Don't worry, I'm sure."

Before Kolev could speak again, Yang Ming had already jumped out.

As nimble as a black cat, he headed straight for the aircraft in the center of the tarmac.

"This! Oops!"

Kolev didn't expect the young man to run away suddenly.

Just as the old man was about to stand up, the light of a laser gun firing appeared in the corner; a red light flashed around the young man who was charging forward, and he fell to the ground.

Kolev quickly squatted down, breathing rapidly and frowning tightly.

This interesting young man paid the price for his recklessness, which even brought him into a desperate situation. This is really...

Wait a minute, something's not right?

Kolev, who was about to leave secretly, continued to observe through the narrow window, keeping a close eye on Yang Ming.

Several mechanical guards came out of the corner, and behind them were two half-bald old men.

Superintendent Gulipa holding a civilized stick;

There was also the old Pailin who followed with a humble face, nodding and bending.

Kolev couldn't hear clearly what they said, but the warden Gulipa had already looked at the small window, and the two mechanical guards turned and walked in Kolev's direction.

Kolev frowned. He knew that this matter had been messed up by the young man in front of him, but his chance of winning was only slim. He could not blame the young man entirely. The supervisor was too cunning.

At this moment, Kolev did not move, quietly waiting for the arrival of the mechanical guard. He was still watching Yang Ming.

Kolev's premonition became stronger and stronger.

Maybe something will happen next... No, something will definitely happen next!

Sudden!

Yang Ming, who was lying on the ground, almost flew up sideways, hitting the two mechanical guards beside him with his fists and soles at the same time!

Two blue-painted mechanical heads were thrown away.

Such strong muscle strength!

What amazing body coordination!

Kolev stared at this scene, his open mouth unable to close for a while.

Not only Kolev, but Gulipa and Lao Pailin were also greatly frightened. Before Gulipa could even draw his gun, the four mechanical guards had lost their ability to move, and their heads were all smashed off!

The big iron-like hands grabbed the warden Gulipa's throat and lifted him up directly.

There was no scar on Yang Ming's forehead, and he was staring at Gulipa calmly. Gulipa pressed his left hand to the pocket of his coat, and was gently pinched by Yang Ming's other hand.

There was an emergency alarm in his pocket, and Yang Ming pulled it out first, then looked at Gulipa up and down. The latter and the old Pailin next to him raised their hands tremblingly.

"This...how is this possible..." Gulipa roared with great effort.

"Haha! Hahaha! This is a miracle!"

Kolev rushed out excitedly and danced for a while, unable to find a suitable adjective at all.

Yang Ming ignored this crazy old man.

He threw the alarm over, pulled out the golden-patterned pistol from Gulipa's arms, threw the supervisor to the ground, stepped on his chest with his foot, and pressed the muzzle of the pistol against the forehead of the old Pailin next to him.

.

"Tell me what I want to know," Yang Ming said, "Ten seconds, whoever speaks will live, ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Old Pailin shouted in a trembling voice: "It was arranged by Superintendent Gulipa. I don't know anything! Superintendent Gulipa suddenly came to me after you chatted with me for the first time and asked me to cooperate in sniping you."

With Kolev!”

call out!

The pistol without a biometric lock sprayed out a ray, leaving a bloody hole in Old Pailin's forehead and his body falling limply to the ground.

"Without intelligence, there is no value."

Yang Ming murmured softly and looked down at Gulipa.

Kolev looked at Yang Ming with a slight change in his eyes.

The warden had lost his previous elegance, and his eyes reflected the charred black blood hole on the top of old Pailin's head.

"Six, five, four..."

Yang Ming's voice is like the death knell of the midnight church.

"Oh, don't be like this! Hanton! I have information!"

Gulipa shouted tremblingly: "Getting rid of you is the order given to me by the new Federal Intelligence Agency. They don't want you to appear in court again. It is also their idea to create a prison break."

Yang Ming asked: "Why bring this Kolev?"

"Kolev is...someone gave me a price that I couldn't refuse, and asked Kolev to die in prison as soon as possible, so I thought of bringing you two together so that I could throw dirty water on the Sherman Empire...

…their soldiers collaborated with notorious pirates…”

Yang Ming frowned and said, "The purpose of killing me is to throw dirty water on the Sherman Empire?"

"Oh?" Kolev's frown deepened, "Am I the one who poured dirty water on this young man?"

Gulipa's voice continued to tremble, and the soles of his chest pressing on his chest made it almost impossible for him to breathe: "Yes, that's it, I told you, don't kill me, I can send you away! Please! Mr. Hanton!"

"Who wants to kill Kolev?" Yang Ming asked softly.

Kolev shrugged: "I have countless enemies."

Gulipa's Adam's apple trembled and he whispered: "I don't know about this. Someone has found me... They can always find me."
To be continued...