Twenty Seven Years Chapter 148

  Chapter 148 Football game in prison

   "So what Dawn means is that you will use these things on the field tomorrow?" The tall and thin Balmond noticed the difference in Veraker after hearing what Dawn said, "Can you attack the prison guards?"

   "Yes." Verac said.

  He looked at the prisoner from Montrego, and always felt that there was a shadow of Diaz in him. Both of them were from Montrego, both were proficient in martial arts, and both looked reticent.

"Time is too tight. You can't absorb many things even if I tell you now. I only teach you some basics, how to protect your own important parts, how to effectively attack the enemy's important parts, so as to easily make the opponent lose Combat power, or even death." Balmond stayed away from the area where Dawn gathered prisoners, and went to a relatively secluded location to teach Montrego fighting skills.

  Verak followed, staring intently at Balmond's movements.

"Do you know where the human body can be used as a weapon?" Balmond punched out with great force, then blasted the side of the elbow of the other arm into the air, and finally turned around and swept out with a kick. All three attacks were on the ground. According to him no more than one meter and the level of his head.

  These three attacks seemed to be full of power, and they were quite quick and agile when they were executed. If Balmond had just attacked Veraker in such a way, there was a high probability that Veraker would not even be able to react and would be knocked down directly.

   "Fist, leg, elbow." Veraker replied following the few blows that Balmond showed just now.

   "There are still knees." Balmond pushed up his knees neatly, and briefly demonstrated to Veraker, "So there are eight places in total, and these eight places are all offensive weapons that you can use yourself."

  Verak imitated Balmond's movements and took several attacking poses.

"Menglege's fighting technique is famous for its ferocity and viciousness. The biggest feature is that it can use elbows and knees to attack at a very short distance. It emphasizes sharp attacks, and each blow must be smooth, swift and powerful." Bamon While De corrected Veraker's movements, he introduced the basic information of Montrego's fighting skills to him.

  Verak tried to throw the punch as quickly as possible, driving it out of the knee.

"In our Montrego, when we fight, we usually use thick cotton thread to wrap our fists like armor, and tie them into knots at the peaks of the fists, then soak our fists in mucus, and then sprinkle broken glass or gravel to make them The surface of the fists is extremely rough. (Note 1 Balmond said, "The power of this punch will increase a lot. If you need it, I can prepare it for you."

   "Then I will trouble you." Of course, Veraker would not refuse to improve his strength.

   "Let's continue now." Balmond nodded slightly, waiting to go back to the prison room to prepare things for Veraker, "The most important thing for you in tomorrow's game is to protect yourself first, and I will teach you how to block first..."

  Time flies, and the one-hour wind-releasing time has passed before you know it. On the way back to the work area, Verac and Dawn shared the situation with each other. According to the different advantages of the participating prisoners, Dawn made arrangements for playing. Verak also learned some basic fighting skills in an hour. Although it is still difficult to apply what he has learned to actual combat, it will be better anyway.

  During lunch, the prisoners in the cafeteria were enthusiastically discussing tomorrow's competition. Because there were prison guards nearby, they didn't dare to talk about the final result of the competition, and only cheered for those prisoners who were confirmed to participate.

  Verak and Rose are at the same table. After eating, Rose returns to the cell to rest, and he goes to see Lecter as usual.

   "Good afternoon." Lecter was always in a good mood, and Verac greeted him warmly as soon as he came in, "Any new developments today?"

   "No." Verak undressed, unwrapped the bandage, and lay down, and the whole set of movements was done in one go.

   Lecter got up to prepare the ointment: "I went over to look at it today during the release. Someone is teaching you how to fight, and the prisoners are there organizing how to beat us tomorrow. It's really interesting."

  Verak was concentrating on learning how to fight when he was in the air, and even Keating didn't bother to talk, let alone Lecter: "I also find it interesting."

   "Where?" Lecter held the ointment and applied it to Verak.

"Tomorrow we will do it too, and I will not show mercy." Verac said, "Cooperation is cooperation, and a game is a game. I don't want you to be severely injured after tomorrow's game. You will continue the emotions on the field to the end. cooperation."

"I was about to tell you this, but I didn't expect you to mention it to me first." Lecter was very satisfied with this, so that he would have no worries on the field, "I'm still afraid that the game will be played by you." If you get hurt, you will stop cooperating with me because of hatred. If you can tell what is playing and what is business, of course I have no objection, otherwise I have to take care of your feelings, which will greatly affect my game experience."

  Lecter is the object of Willac's key care tomorrow, and Verac is also the object of Lecter's key care tomorrow.

  Both of them know this very well, and they are also very clear that no matter which side will win the game in the end, the two of them will fight to the death.

   "Then let's have fun tomorrow." Verak said.

"I won't hit too hard at that time, don't worry." Lecter applied the medicine, thinking that these healed wounds might open again tomorrow, he couldn't help laughing, "This kind of activity is really interesting, if it goes well, It can be held regularly in the future.”

  Villac inquired about the specific competition system: "Has the competition system been determined?"

"It's confirmed. Prison guards and prisoners are each in a team. Each team can play at most eleven people at the same time. The prison guards have the right to attack the prisoners, as well as the right to replace players normally. The prisoners are not allowed to attack the prison guards, but they can make unlimited substitutions." Lecter introduced the rules of the football game he had determined. "The game is divided into two games, each for forty-five minutes. After the time is up, the side with the most goals wins."

   "Are the other more detailed rules the same as normal ball games?" Verak asked again.

   "There are no rules other than what I say." Lecter shrugged.

Veraker's face was serious. If the rule only had such a short paragraph, there would be too much room for manipulation: "This is too partial to the prison guards. You haven't explained how to solve many details and situations. When the time comes What should I do if it happens?"

"for example?"

"For example, what should we do if the number of goals is even in the end? For example, you said that the replacement of players on the prison guard's side is the same as the normal rules, but in the end you said that there are no other rules except the above. Then how should it be defined? For example, which side should the referee be? ? If you choose a prison guard, how can you ensure that he won't favor you?” The prisoners are already at a disadvantage in this game. If Lecter is allowed to take the lead in the rules, they really have no chance of winning. Verac cited A few points that can be made a big fuss, and strive to make the rules of the game clearer.

   What Lecter said, "prisoners are allowed to send letters when they win" is just to make the prisoners more active and make the game more intense and exciting. He never thought of actually fulfilling it, so he never gave the prisoner a chance to win the game. Now Veraker is striving for the detailed rules of the game, which will greatly affect the space for him to interfere with it at that time, and then affect the outcome of the game to a certain extent. He immediately refused: "We don't have professional players, referees, or even big players. Most people don't even know what football is. In this case, making the rules detailed is equivalent to complicating the rules, which is not conducive to the progress of the game.”

  Villac does not agree with Lecter's sophistry: "The details will not complicate the competition system. The purpose of the details is to avoid disputes and differences."

   "There are only 20 hours before the start of the competition. This time is not enough for us to achieve the maximum balance between the original competition system and the new gameplay, and for all participants to digest and use it." Lecter said.

"It's not fair. There are too many loopholes to take advantage of. If you want, you can win anyway. If you insist on this rule that we must lose, then I will advise them to give up the competition." Verak sees and Lecter It doesn't make sense to reason at all, and we can only choose tough methods.

"You can't deny that the problems I mentioned exist, so it's too late to prepare a detailed competition system." Lecter certainly didn't want to see the cancellation of the event. The choice of the prisoner can always dispel your worries, right?"

Verac directly recommended Keating, and gave the reason for the recommendation: "Then let Mr. Keating be the referee. He is well-informed, has studied in Welland, and knows a little about football. Most importantly, he I haven't had much contact with prisoners, and I haven't been raped by prison guards, so I'm relatively neutral and fair in terms of emotions."

   "No, no, no, it's impossible for Keating." Lecter vetoed it straight away, "You said he was fair, but you have a close relationship with him. You represent the prisoner's side in the competition. Can you guarantee that he won't help you?"

   "Then do you have a better candidate?" Verak asked back.

"Actually, you are the best referee, but it's a pity that you represented the prisoner's side in the competition." Lecter smacked his mouth, with regret in his words, but his tone was clearly mocking, "Then I can't just take care of the prisoner's fairness, ignore Our prison guards. Since the candidates for the referee are all selected from among your prisoners, let me choose who will be the judge."

  Verak pursed his lips and stopped talking.

He knew that he, who was powerless and powerless, couldn't compete with Lecter. The fairness and hope he tried his best to fight for the prisoners, in the eyes of Lecter, who was superior and manipulated everything, was just a little bit of fun. chips.

  Arguing with reason has no meaning in an environment of unequal status.

   Just like the previous struggle between the Equality Society and the government.

   "Then it's settled." After a long silence, Lecter happily finalized the final item, "Okay, the medicine is basically applied, and I'll get you a bandage."

   Verak sat up from the bed with a livid face. He took the bandage from Lecter and wound it silently.

"Before the end of work tonight, I will go to the work area to inform them, so you don't have to tell the story for me." Lecter won the next game, and seeing Verak's deflated look, he walked in the infirmary complacently come and go.

   "Hmm." Verak heard that Lecter was warning himself not to spread the content of their conversation indiscriminately, "I don't know anything."

   "Adel will notify you in the afternoon..."

   "I won't go." Verac explained his plan before Lecter finished speaking, reassuring him.

   Lecter raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction: "I believe that tomorrow's game and our cooperation will be very pleasant."

  After returning to the cell, Verak told Keating the bad news that the rules were blurred and the referee was decided by Lecter. Keating was stunned for a long time after hearing this: "He didn't even want to fulfill the promises made by the prisoners after victory, so he didn't allow the prisoners any chance of victory, and took all the maneuverable space into his own hands."

"It doesn't matter if he doesn't perform, it can also irritate all the hopeful prisoners, which is very beneficial to the escape plan." Verak worried about tomorrow's game, "The most important thing is that we can only win this game, we can only win if we win. The confidence and unity of the prisoners are unprecedentedly high, and Lecter will bear great consequences if he fails to fulfill his promise. But once he loses, it will be a huge blow to the prisoners, and once again establish an invincible image for the prison guards."

"The competition system is beneficial to them, and the power of interpretation is also in their hands. Since they choose the referee, they will inevitably choose one that is easy to control. Although it is a prisoner, it will be used by him, and the prisoner's referee is partial to the prison guards. On the one hand, it is more beneficial to favoritism than the referee who is a prison guard, and it will not have too much bad influence." Keating shook his head and glanced at the pensive Veraker, "I am afraid that your fight is in the hands of Lecter."

Veraker was also aware of this, and he didn't know whether Lecter really had the advantage over him in this fight, or if he had gained a bigger advantage by mistake, anyway, he didn't have the advantage during the conversation anyway. Considering that it would be even more unfavorable for prisoners to be referees, the situation became even worse.

   "My question." Verak said, "I didn't think about it at the time."

"You still need to grow up." Keating didn't mean to blame Veraker. When Veraker blamed himself, he calmly comforted him, "This decision is indeed not wise, but you have done well enough. Don't blame yourself too much. Take this as a lesson and avoid it in the future.”

   "Teacher, how do we win?" Veraker knew it was useless to regret, but when he looked straight ahead, he could only see that there was no chance of winning.

   Keating said frankly: "I don't know."

   "I don't know either." Verak sighed, he didn't want to see the football game really just a game for Lecter, he wanted to make it more meaningful to the prisoners.

   "Just go ahead and kick it." Keating's eyes were gentle, as if he was persuading Verak to compromise, or to persuade Verak to persevere, "If you can't decide, just let it happen. You are only responsible for doing your best."

  Verak's eyes flickered, and he gritted his teeth and looked outside the cell. It was a scene he was tired of seeing: "I will."

   Not long after Verak went to work in the work area in the afternoon, Adel ordered the prison guards to come and take him to the office for a meeting. Verak kept the agreement with Lecter, refused to go to the office, and asked the prison guard to bring a message to Adel, saying that this was what Lecter meant.

  The prison guards also planned to forcefully take Verak away, but when they heard that Lecter was also involved, they had to go back and report the situation to Adel. After Adel heard the news that Veraker would no longer meet with him, he immediately called Lecter into the office.

   "Uncle Adel, what's the matter? I'm still busy setting up the football field." Lecter clapped his hands as soon as he entered the door, pretending that his hands were stained with dust and he had just finished work.

   "What's the football game?" The matter of Veraker and the football game happened to collide, and Adel patiently asked about the relatively unimportant football game first.

Lecter did not sit at the desk, but sat down in the living room, poured himself a glass of water, and talked to Adel a few meters away: "Oh yes, I forgot to tell you, tomorrow is not Peace Day, I will organize a football match between prison guards and prisoners to celebrate the festival. You can also go and have a look tomorrow morning, just to join in the fun.”

   "It's going to be held tomorrow, and you're just reporting to me now?" Adel leaned on the chair, suppressing his anger, "What right do you have to skip me and hold an event of this level directly?"

   "I greeted my father, do I need to tell you?" Lecter moved out his father to suppress Adel.

  Adel raised his head slightly, lit a cigar, and covered his cold and stern face with smoke: "According to what you said, the prison does not need the position of warden? Just report to the Minister of Justice for anything?"

   "I don't know." Lecter held the water glass in both hands, and drank the water as if he had nothing to do with him.

   "Cancel the event." Adel ordered.

   Lecter has reached this point, how could he give up: "You have to say ten and a half months earlier, maybe I will give you this face, but now, it is impossible."

"So, as the deputy warden, you are going to disobey the warden's order?" Adel flicked the cigarette ash with a bad tone, "Your father has allowed you to be fully responsible for the gold affairs, and also allowed you to control the whole A prison?"

"That's not true." Lecter was quick to think, and connected the gold matter with the event, "But the purpose of this event is to obtain clues to gold, so it can be regarded as a gold matter? Don't worry, I am very good at what I do. Anything that is not within my authority will definitely not provoke you."

  Adel frowned tightly, and leaned forward with a feeling of oppression: "Is it related to gold?"

"Yes."

   "Specifically?"

   "I don't need to disclose the details, right?" Lecter didn't really have a plan, he just wanted to use gold to prevaricate his overreach.

  Adel cut into the real purpose of his calling Lecter: "You instructed Chris not to come to see me?"

Hearing this, Lecter was a little puzzled, but he continued: "It's me. I don't think it's necessary to hide this matter, and it can't be hidden at all. You don't have to struggle to the death. Soon it will be mine."

   "Chris told you all the conditions I gave, right?" Adel said.

"That's right, you told me everything. We saw that the conditions you offered were far inferior to mine, so we chose to continue to cooperate. Then if we continue to cooperate, there is no need to see you!" Lecter laughed, and now He has the chance to win, and he is not afraid of Adel at all.

  Adel got up, smoking a cigar, and sat across from Lecter wearing the warden's black coat: "There is actually nothing in the position of the warden. It's just a coincidence that the only people in the world who want to be here are here."

   "I didn't have much curiosity about the position of warden, but you have been holding on, so I really want to squeeze you down." Lecter also poured a glass of water for Adel graciously.

   "Heh..." Adel picked up the water glass and took a sip.

  Lecter got up and left: "Remember to watch the game tomorrow."

   Gently put the water glass back on the table, Adel wiped off the water stains where Lecter had been before, then returned to the desk, opened the drawer with a complicated expression, and looked at a drawer full of envelopes.

  The signatures on those envelopes are all Sharif Adel, but they are sent to different places, some are in the northwestern border of Breeze, some are in the southern archipelago, almost all over the country.

  In the evening, after all the prisoners had dinner and returned to work in the work area, Lecter made a special trip to announce the time and format of tomorrow's football game.

  As soon as the competition system was announced, even the most ignorant prisoner knew how great the gap in the advantages of the two sides was. Prison guards can attack them, and the vague rules give Lecter room to explain to the side that favors the prison. These unfair rules are like pouring a basin of cold water, cooling down their raging fighting spirit.

  Ross was immediately disheartened after hearing this: "We will lose, this is Lecter's game."

  Villac didn't know how to encourage Rose to cheer up again. He looked at the leather shoe production area from a distance, and Dawn, who produced leather shoes there, also looked at him.

  October 20th, Peace Day.

  All the prisoners had half a day off in the morning. Verak and the others got up early in the morning to do warm-up exercises in the cell, and at the same time waited for the prison guard to arrange for them to have breakfast, but in the end they only waited for the notice to prepare for the competition at 8:40.

  Because of the limitation of the size of the venue, they couldn't all arrive at the square to watch the game, and most of them had to stay in their cells. Only 200 prisoners who were confirmed to participate were placed in the cafeteria to wait for arrangements. After the game started, only eleven of the two hundred people had the right to enter the square.

  It was completely different from the prisoners. Dozens of participating prison guards were all on standby in the square.

  In this way, when changing players, the prisoners need to rush from the cafeteria to the square, and the prison guards only need to take one step forward to enter the playing field.

   Facing the trick of secretly weakening their strength before the game even started, Verak had no choice. At 8:55, he, Dawn and other ten prisoners were summoned from the waiting area of ​​the cafeteria to the square. As soon as they entered, they heard the prison guards crowded with sentries hurling insults at them.

  Note 1: The prototype of Menglege's fighting technique is muay thai, and part of the content of muay thai is taken from unsigned online articles.

   The extra 2,000 words is a 100-plus increase.

  (end of this chapter)

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