The prince's family also visited him, on the eighth day after he was hit and bleeding from his head.

I heard that they came from a distant place, and there were three people in total. Two women said they were his daughter, they were very beautiful, brown and blue-haired, and a typical Eastern European temperament. There was also a man who didn't speak very much, looked full of flesh on his face, and claimed to be his son-in-law. After seeing them, the prince was a little depressed. When he returned to the ward, he joined the ranks of looking up at the blue sky.

Gu Zheng was thinking about how to escape from the madhouse at that time, and he thought of some seemingly feasible plans in his mind.

For example, they hide in the car that transports dirty clothes and hand-pushing. They will collect dirty clothes from each ward twice a day, and then pile up a four-wheeled cart and deliver it to the outside through the isolation door. Of course, this method may be to fall into the trap. After all, if you hide in a person in such a small car, the pusher will feel very difficult.

For example, use the two hours of air release every day to dig a hole by the wall that you can escape with your fingers. However, there are very few corners in this ghost place that are not monitored, and the key is that there are no tools. If you make up your mind to take this method, then it is possible that all ten fingers of a pair of hands will be destroyed, which may take several years. If the foundation under the wall is a big stone...

never mind.

Gu Zheng always felt that he had a simpler and more rude way, but he couldn't remember it.

The prince looked at the blue sky for three hours until the sun sets westward and the sky slowly turns dark.

I still had toast and fruit for dinner, and I brought a little chicken leg. Gu Zheng finished his own portion and then started biting the prince's chicken leg until the iron gate was suddenly knocked on it.

"Gu Zheng! Physical examination!"

Two doctors wearing white coats came in outside the door. Two guards were guarding their side with sticks, looking vigilantly at the six patients in the ward. Gu Zheng looked at the chicken legs that had not finished gnawing, thinking that the physical examination was going to be there for the night?

"Don't waste time, man!" The two doctors emphasized in a very stiff tone, and then Gu Zheng was dragged out of the ward by someone. A cold rubber baton was placed on his neck, and their arms were twisted behind him. Like escorting a prisoner, the group went to the second floor of the ward area. Gu Zheng had no impression of this place. He did not struggle or speak, and was observing everything he saw along the way.

The second floor is different from the first floor. Gu Zheng is not sure how many patients the first floor is closed. At night, demons dance and howl. Compared with the first floor, the second floor is a bit too quiet, with footsteps echoing in the corridor, "clang clanging", and the fluorescent lights above your head are very illuminated, and you can see a door at the end of the corridor at a glance. The doors passing by are all closed, without signs, and they are not iron gates. But there is an exception. There is someone guarding the second floor, and they are armed with guns and live ammunition.

Not an electric gun.

It is a UZI submachine gun.

The two gunmen were wearing tactical vests and combat boots, standing by the door at the end of the corridor, one left and one right. They kept greeting the people getting closer and closer with their eyes, and finally fixed their eyes on Gu Zheng's face. Gu Zheng didn't like this from the bottom of his heart, it felt like he saw a cat or dog locked in a cage in the vegetable market. Although his face was expressionless, he was full of indifference and habit.

Their tactical vests have several letters printed on them, B.A.T.F.

Very familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it.

The guard handed Gu Zheng to the two militants, and the doctor pushed open the door.

The room looked big, but it was certain that there was no physical examination equipment here. The cold lights shone on the cold marble floor, reflecting the cold reflections of several people. However, this was not the end. They passed through the empty room and passed another door. The light suddenly dimmed, and a darkness that was invisible in front of them rushed towards them. Before Gu Zheng could adapt to the darkness, he was pushed onto a cold and hard chair.

"Bang!"

A spotlight suddenly turned on, and a strong light hit Gu Zheng's face. The dazzling light made Gu Zheng stretch out a hand to block it, but it was smashed by a gun.

"Gu Zheng!?"

A familiar voice came from behind the spotlight, and Gu Zheng nodded with his eyes closed, "It's me! Who are you?"

"Tobacco and Gun Explosives Administration." The voice came from far away, and a shadow walked to the spotlight and asked, "Do you remember this department?"

"There is no impression at all!" Gu Zheng shook his head, "But I want to know why tobacco and gun explosives can be confused?"

"Because they are all levied heavy taxes." The man lit a cigarette and leaned against the table with the spotlight, changing the topic. "The dean told me today that your condition has been relieved? The purpose of our visit today is for one thing."

The spotlight closed with a "bang". A light curtain suddenly lit up on the wall opposite Gu Zheng, followed by a photo of a middle-aged man. On the photo, there was a round and fat face, small eyes, a red nose, a polite eaves on his head, a cigar mouth, and a circle of white beards.

"Who is this?"

"prince!"

"Wrong!" the figure corrected: "This man is Norman Kafka, an underground arms broker from the Soviet Union and the Middle East. He smuggled weapons and equipment worth 30 billion US dollars from him, most of which are under state control."

"For example, tanks, armored vehicles?"

“The latest type!”

"Have you sold nuclear warheads?"

"Yes, but it was not sold due to state intervention."

"Sold warships?"

"Yes, the two frigates were resold from him."

"..." Gu Zheng suddenly felt that he seemed to have looked down on the prince. That guy turned out to be an arms dealer, and he was also a very high-level arms dealer.

The figure came over and spat a cigarette on Gu Zheng's face, "So, Lieutenant Colonel Gu Zheng! How did your mission be completed this time?"

"Task? What mission?" Gu Zheng pointed to his face, "You said I was a lieutenant colonel? Do you know what I did before?"

"You can forget your identity, but you can't forget your mission!" The man said righteously: "You are a national agent of the BATF and a secret agent! You entered the madhouse this time to find the whereabouts of the arms hidden by Kafka. Have you forgotten?"

"Do you still remember your oath to join the BATF? In order to eradicate national evil and to safeguard national taxation and national security, you will do whatever you want and live up to your mission! Do you still remember these words that should be engraved in your bones?"
Chapter completed!