Lining up was essential everywhere, at any ti, for any matter. Choosing the wrong side ant no redemption, while choosing the right side ant everything would go smoothly. Everyone knew better, and faced with the chilling barrels of guns, the choice was easy. Plus, what Jeff had said made sense, why not indeed? Everyone eagerly moved to the left, looking at Luo Zheng with anticipation, waiting for him to make a decision that would lead them to safety.
Luo Zheng glanced at Jeff. This guy sure knew how to pick sides. Slowly standing up, he looked towards the distant horizon where the waves churned and the clouds drifted peacefully, calming his restless heart. After organizing his thoughts, he said, "Everyone, I appreciate your trust. We all feel the sa way, and at this ti, we should remain calm and united."
Everyone silently looked at Luo Zheng, waiting for more. The sea breeze blew fiercely, carrying a chill, yet everyone's hearts were heating up, filled with a longing to escape. Their gazes towards Luo Zheng grew eager.
"Everyone, the news here must have already spread. The prison guards are not fools. If I'm not mistaken, the police will definitely send ard helicopters to suppress us. Who can tell , which country does this prison belong to?" Luo Zheng forced himself to stay calm and shouted loudly.
"I know, it's Sam Country," soone shouted loudly.
"Sam Country?" Luo Zheng looked at the man in surprise. He was very old, with white hair, and Luo Zheng paused briefly. The prison guards' uniforms bore the emblem of Sam Country, but Luo Zheng felt sothing fishy about it and asked, "How do you know that?"
The man's expression darkened, as if he recalled sothing painful. Suddenly, his expression changed as if he had made an important decision and said, "Because I was the one who designed and rebuilt this place. For secrecy, the state imprisoned here, for 35 years already."
"That's great," Luo Zheng said, delighted. With the designer on their side, the path ahead seed a bit clearer. Looking at the others, he continued, "Sam Country, to maintain secrecy, will definitely send troops to suppress us. Staying on this platform would an certain death, so we need to do two things."
"What are those two things?" Jeff asked eagerly.
"First, we must spread the news about our situation here. To seize the prison and to take over the guards' communication devices would be difficult and would cost us dearly. We've barely won our freedom, and I don't want to see more deaths. So there's only one way. We must burn whatever we can find and produce thick smoke. Everyone understands the international distress signal, right?" Luo Zheng said with a serious look.
Everyone's eyes lit up, nodding eagerly. Soone impatiently asked, "What's the second thing?"
"The second is to ensure our own safety, which I need to discuss with this designer to decide. Before that, we must send out the distress signal as quickly as possible. So, I need you to act now. Does anyone have any questions?" Luo Zheng asked seriously.
"No," everyone responded in unison.
"Then let's move. Jeff, you organize the details. The quicker, the better, and be ready for any backlash from the guards," Luo Zheng earnestly instructed.
"Yes." Jeff responded loudly, then turned to the others and continued, "Those with guns, secure the main iron gates of the stair entrances, two n per team. Others, go down and look for anything flammable. Rember, go up the staircase on the left and down on the right to avoid congestion. Move!"
"Move!" everyone responded and quickly sprung into action, knowing their lives depended on it. No one dared to slack off or question Luo Zheng's arrangents.
The madman didn't move, seeing how quickly Luo Zheng had taken control and proposed sound counterasures, moving past his earlier frustration and disappointnt. He smiled and gestured for the old designer to co over. Before Luo Zheng could ask, he preempted, "This place has ten floors, right? The bottom five are the prison, and the top five are where the police reside and work. I want to know, on which floors are the armory and the kitchen?"
"The armory is on the top floor, to prevent anyone from raiding it from below. It takes ti to get from the bottom to the top, enough ti for the guards to secure the armory. It's definitely locked now, only controllable from the surveillance center," the designer pondered and replied, noticing Luo Zheng and the madman looking thoughtful, he continued, "The armory has an explosion-proof door and a digital lock. Only the warden's fingerprint can open it. I suggest you give up on that."
"Is the warden in the surveillance center now, and is the command center the sa place? Is there a way to break in?" Luo Zheng asked solemnly.
The designer thought for a mont and said, "It's difficult, I can't think of a way. The surveillance center and the command center have a door connecting them, protected by just one large iron door, also explosion-proof, with a digital lock. Only the warden can open it by himself. I believe he must be inside, and it's impregnable."
"Then we'll have to kidnap other police and staff mbers. This place is large, and there are quite a few staff mbers. We need hostages to have leverage in negotiations," the madman said thoughtfully.
"With all due respect, the top five floors belong to the police area. Blast doors at the staircase prevent entry, and once locked from inside, it's inaccessible from the outside. They can survive on their own inside without bothering with us, just waiting for a rescue. We considered this problem during the design," the designer said uncomfortably.
"You did design a good prison. Should I understand then that the only areas we can control are the bottom five floors, the stairwell, and this platform up here?" Luo Zheng asked seriously, noting the designer's uneasy nod. His icy gaze grew solemn. Judging by this, everyone was not safe; once the enemy arrived, there was nowhere to hide.
"So, to get us, they would have to overco the police occupying the top five floors, and the only exit from those floors is the blast door at the staircase. Without breaking through that, we have no chance of success?" the madman asked coldly, looking at the designer who nodded again, causing the madman to fall into deep thought.
The sea breeze blew harshly, sounding in their ears, but it could not take away Luo Zheng's irritation and worry. After a while, Luo Zheng's expression turned grim, and he said helplessly, "No weapons, no communication, nothing. It seems we've escaped from the prison only to end up in the sa situation. Brother, what do we do?"
"Indeed, it's not easy," the madman looked at the designer, his face growing darker. After a mont, he looked up at the fierce sun, his eyes slightly closed, and said in distress, "We thought we were heading towards hope by escaping, but it turns out to be despair. It looks like we have to fight for it."
"You have a plan?" Luo Zheng's intense gaze flashed with a glimr of hope as he asked excitedly.
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