Sitting in the chair with a cigarette in his mouth, Zhang Shidong looked at the information for more than ten minutes, and the entire conference room was silent. When he raised his head, everyone focused their attention on him.

"I'll go to the ghost prison, arrange it and let someone send me in."

"What!"

Most people think about negotiations, not from the official position, and ask Zhang Shidong to find a way to negotiate with humans and ghosts. Some people also think about letting Zhang Shidong enter the ghost prison to rescue people, but they didn't say it, afraid that they would be snatched away after they said it. It would be impossible for me to wipe the shit you pulled. You even asked me to throw away the paper on your butt. Can you be shameless to this point?

Zhang Shidong had no intention of asking for anyone's opinion, so he stood up and left the things on his body to Su Xixi, took a pack of cigarettes and walked out with a disposable lighter: "Prepare some US dollars for me, just a few thousand yuan."

The lights in the military plane were dim. After taking off, Zhang Shidong did not sit in the cold chair, but took out the single sleeping bag in the corner and lay it in, lying in, closed his eyes and resting. He could not stand by and watch on his own. The leaders did not give him an order, and he would not have to make a statement.

Sometimes, if you don’t fight, it’s the best fight.

When he went to the southern border, the entire state machine started to operate. As an overseas person, Zhang Shidong was assigned an identity to enter the ghost prison. The drug dealer contained a large amount of drugs and drugs. He did not speak until he could speak. Some people needed him to speak before sending him to the ghost prison.

People all over the world know where the ghost prison is. It is on the edge of a deserted area at the top of the African continent along the Mediterranean coast. There are four divisions of peacekeeping troops and official troops of nearby African countries. Four directions include all kinds of heavy weapons. The most severe criminals in the world are here. The four divisions are just stationed on weekdays. The real guards are more than 20,000 people. They guard a range of four kilometers. One kilometer is open in the area with a radius of two kilometers. The entire ghost prison central area is a circle about two kilometers. It is not allowed to exceed the boundary. There will be hundreds of snipers on the edge of the minefield hundreds of meters away. The watchtower shoots inward.

Zhang Shidong passed through the regular military camp on the periphery with his face covering. A wave of heat swept over. Although the natural characteristics of the region were a little better than those of the Demon City, the surrounding desert was already extremely hot, and there was nothing in the camp of the Ghost Prison. He even heated up. But now it is still good. It will not be so hot that it will collapse.

Zhang Shidong opened his eyes and pretended to adapt to the sunlight. He began to observe the surrounding environment for more than ten seconds. The road was lonely. There were minefield power grids on both sides, and there was a circular military camp in the middle like sandwiched biscuits. The circular passage level was built with solid concrete. Except for an arch here on the road, all the soldiers of the hired troops lived within a circular level of up to five meters, about ten meters wide, which basically met the internal usage conditions. On the level above five meters, there were three steps, one post, five steps, and one whistle under the sun umbrella, one by one holding guns, looking inward.

Without giving Zhang Shidong more chance to observe, his body was searched for a circle and thousands of dollars were searched. Zhang Shidong said in fluent English: "Brother, I want two boxes of cigarettes and a pot of water, which is not too much."

The guard just raised his butt to smash it at Zhang Shidong, and he saw a madman with bloodthirsty light in his eyes: "Come for money, it's not good. When you go to the most outpost, I will hold you to death with explosives. You don't want to do it either. Two boxes of cigarettes and a pot of water are worth a few dollars, and you took several thousand yuan from me."

The guards talked a few words in their language, and handed two boxes of cigarettes and a pot of water to Zhang Shidong, but they did not forget to give him two guns, which made him choke through the arch and enter the ghost prison area.

Perhaps it was because he threatened the guards, or perhaps everyone was like this. A chariot slowly headed towards the core of the ghost prison. In order to adapt to the dirt road less than five meters wide, the space needed to fix the heavy machine gun position was also considered. This chariot was also specially made, similar to a tractor, but the bucket behind it was less than two meters wide, dragging five or six sections like a train. Zhang Shidong was tied up with his hands by ropes, dragging it at the end of the chariot, and walking through the sun covering the hot area.

It was indeed a heavy machine gun checkpoint of one hundred meters. Each checkpoint was two heavy machine guns and twenty or thirty people. They played poker and smoked under the sun parasol and did not drink alcohol. At least five people were guaranteed to observe the nearby environment. Regardless of whether the checkpoints ahead were safe or not, they were doing what they should do.

Most of the supplies are water and bread, some wine, fruits and cigarettes, but the quantity is small, there are seeds, some voles and rabbits that can reproduce rapidly, and some insects in bottles and jars. With the amount of supplies on the supplies cart, even if one delivery is given a day, it is not enough to ensure the supply inside. These fast-breeding animal bugs will be the food for most people inside.

I passed through nine checkpoints all the way. The innermost checkpoint was not only two heavy machine guns, but also a concrete casting castle. In front of the checkpoint was an open dirt road worth dozens of meters, and there were minefields on both sides, and minefields worth tens of meters away only reached the end.

Looking up, a dilapidated town appeared in front of Zhang Shidong. Dozens of strong men were sitting outside the town basking in the sun, talking dirty jokes, provoking the guards here to ask for some cigarettes and other things. When they saw the supply cart coming, dozens of strong men immediately stood up with serious expressions. Then they saw more than a dozen men holding guns out of the town, two cows dragging a huge sled. The strong men had moved the supplies from the supply cart to the sled. After work, the man holding the gun grabbed two packs of cigarettes and some bread and threw them, allowing them to take out a utensil on their bodies to fill the water.

No one cares about Zhang Shidong, and the guard threw him in and ignored him. No one in the ghost prison looked at him more. A short and thick black man with a naked and strong upper body covered with scars came out from inside. He raised his hands above his head and shouted at the checkpoint. Then he was allowed to approach. Zhang Shidong glanced and saw him take out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to the guard. Soon, a guard rode a scooter back to the camp. After a few hours, the supplies cart went back and forth three times, and it was very popular.

There were many things, including a refrigerator, a TV, and many good food. This time, there were fifty or sixty people who received the goods. Even so, they almost suppressed the fierceness of those "hungry" people in the town. They were almost rushed over and snatched all the things. Several armed forces fired the guns. Both sides decided the outcome with firepower. Finally, the supplies were transported away, and three corpses were thrown away. Soon, the clothes and shoes on the three corpses were stolen, leaving only a pair of underwear.

This is a small town in the crossborder area. Four buildings in four areas are guarded by real guns and bullets. The center of the crossborder is a square. Around the square and under the eaves, there are many figures who are not good at mercy here. Being able to own a room here is the best way to prove your identity in the ghost prison.

In addition to the main street, there was a sense of blood and haze in the alleys. Some people were lying and sitting under the eaves next to the main street, but in the alleys with narrow corridors and houses, there were no one in them. There were many holes on the ground. Zhang Shidong looked inward and knew that the people who built this place were thinking. It was estimated that there was at most a huge sewage discharge passage here, or even the sewage discharge passage was not buried directly on the spot. Under the entire ground, countless steel bars and debris were poured with concrete. He saw that the deepest pit was only three meters away and he did not continue to try. It was estimated that the entire area was poured as a whole.

No one will pay attention to a newcomer. Perhaps when Zhang Shidong walked into the town, he was no longer a newcomer. There are many people in the town. Are you newcomer or from the first half of the year before? Perhaps many people have never seen you at all.

There is a huge sign in the center square, covered with huge posters of uniform specifications, attached with photos and personal information, and the most important thing is to mark it below: "Someone needs him to speak, goods worth xxx."

Zhang Shidong's poster was also posted, but the location was not obvious, and his value was not high here. According to the scene I just saw, the big forces should not be interested in him, and the small forces may have a little interest. I guess the ones who are most interested are some retail investors.

Zhang Shidong was wearing a pair of military boots, a pair of military mercenaries, a shirt, and a leather jacket he wore were taken away by the guards with the few thousand dollars. If it weren't for some mud on the military boots and military boots, he would probably not have left.

The cigarette was in his pocket, the kettle was in his shirt and the abdomen, which made many people's eyes lit up. After turning around in front of the sign, Zhang Shidong got into a small alley, and stood at the entrance of the alley behind him, hesitating whether to go in. In the end, Zhang Shidong's bounty was not enough to stimulate them to take risks. He stomped his feet hatefully, but was unwilling to leave, and stayed at the entrance of the alley to look forward to some unlikely miracles.

The alley is very quiet and deep, and there is no door that opens outward.

After a dozen meters, Zhang Shidong took a step forward and took out a cigarette from the cheap country. The only foreign object left on his body was the ordinary lighter. He lit it and turned around suddenly. He looked at the man in front of him with a color-colored skin that was obviously a man with a pair of female breasts on his chest. He was wearing only a short skirt and holding a sharp knife in his hand and stabbed Zhang Shidong's heart.

Zhang Shidong flashed to the side, stretched his foot and tripped on his ankle. A dog chewed his shit and fell firmly to the ground. His mouth was covered in blood and his eyes remained undiminished. He held up his body and held the knife and stabbed Zhang Shidong again.

With one kick, Zhang Shidong took a dance move, and the tip of his shoe kicked upwards on his chin. He flew up from bottom to top and fell heavily to the ground. His mouth was spitting blood and his eyes were dissipated. This was enough to seriously injure him.

"waste."
Chapter completed!