Just when he was about to start work, his cell phone suddenly rang. Gao Bin answered the question in confusion:

"Hello?"

"well well well, long time no see, Gao."

Gao Bin looked gloomy:

"Gretchen."

Upon hearing this name, Mahone and Whistler's expressions changed drastically at the same time. Only Lucero looked confused.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to remember my voice."

"So?"

"Don't worry, old friends meet again over the phone. Shouldn't we catch up on old times?"

"First of all, you and I are not friends. Secondly, we should face each other when reminiscing about the past, right?"

"It makes sense, so to be serious, Whistler should be by your side, right?"

Berwick, it seems that this guy really spent a lot of money to save his life and actually acted as a spy.

Gao Bin immediately made a guess, so there was no point in hiding it:

"In."

"Please give him the phone, I have his little lover here."

Gao Bin frowned:

"I think you should tell me."

He didn't want to change at this time. Who knows whether Whistler would lose control because his little lover was caught.

"No, I think you should let him answer the phone. Otherwise, once the fact that you killed his girlfriend is exposed, whether he will follow you or not is a question."

Gao Bin glanced at Whistler and thought to himself: This time his pulse is pinched.

"Your phone number."

Whistler took it expressionlessly, his eyes still fixed on Gao Bin.

"It's me."

"Fisherman, long time no see."

"I guess you just said this to Gao."

"Haha, smart man, in this case I won't beat around the bush, Sofia is in my hands, now I want you to listen carefully!"

As expected, Whistler couldn't hold it back and shouted into the phone:

"Asshole, why is Sophia in your hands?"

"You want to know why? Well, I'll tell you."

"Ah!!!"

A bone-numbing scream came through the phone, and Gao Bin and the others heard it.

"No!!!" Whistler yelled.

"Can we have a nice chat now, fisherman? I'll call you James."

"Asshole, I won't let you go." Whistler's eyes were red.

"We'll talk about this later. James, have you calculated the coordinates?"

Whistler rubbed his forehead:

"Almost."

"Wrong answer!"

"no..."

"Ah!!!"

The screams on the phone and Whistler's roar sounded almost simultaneously.

"After I get out, I will help you find them, I swear!" Whistler cried!

However, Gretchen didn’t even bother:

"All your guarantees and oaths are bullshit in my opinion! I have given you enough time, so much time that my head can hardly keep it! I want to get those coordinates before midnight today!"
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"Ah!!!"

Both Ma Hong and Gao Bin felt their scalps go numb, this woman is too cruel.

Whistler fell to his knees crying.

Gao Bin stepped forward and picked up the phone and listened. It was a busy signal, so he pulled Whistler up:

"What did she tell you?"

Whistler opened his mouth, but did not say the last word. Obviously, he did not fully trust Gao Bin.

Gao Bin is not in a hurry. If he doesn’t say it now, he will say it sooner or later:

"No matter what, you have to go out first, don't you? Lucero, go get ready."

He returned the phone to the other party and took Whistler away.

...

At night, it was raining outside, but luckily there was no wind and it didn't feel cold at all. A few people had dinner absentmindedly and then entered the tunnel.

Before that, Gao Bin fulfilled his promise and told Berwick the escape plan, then tied him to a chair and stuffed a knife into his hand:

"Counting the time, when you cut the rope and entered the tunnel, we had already escaped. This is your punishment for leaking information like Gretchen."

Berwick had a bandage on his mouth and could not speak. He could only pray with his eyes.

It's a pity that Gao Bin will not relent.

"Okay, I wish you all the best."

Gao Bin told Berwick that the plan had actually been changed, hiding the key point of their plan to hide the vegetable truck and instead told him to take advantage of the power outage and darkness to run towards the backup generator, where there was a gap where he could rush out.

Encirclement.

He also told Berwick that the total power outage lasted 15 minutes, which was enough for him to catch the last train.

As for what Berwick would do, Gao Bin didn't care. If he escaped, it meant that his life should not be taken. If he was shot, he should deserve it.

After Berwick was settled, Gao Bin was the last one to go underground.

To be honest, he is still a little nervous. The plan is there. Whether it can be implemented smoothly depends on God's help.

The four people came to the manhole cover with familiarity. No one would have thought that there were four people hiding here.

At this time, patrolling guards passed by from time to time, but they did not dare to speak loudly.

Lucero asked:

"What time is it?"

"7:59!" Gao Bin replied.

"It's almost there, there's only one minute left."

There was a vibration on the ground, and the truck arrived.

It's one minute ahead of schedule, but it doesn't matter, it won't affect their action plan.

The truck stopped right on top of the manhole cover, blocking the rain.

The guards opened the prison door and let the prisoners come out to get food.

About 15 minutes later, all the vegetables on the truck were unloaded.

Suddenly, there was a click and thunder, and the next second, all the power in the prison was cut off, and the outside fell into darkness.

Gao Bin growled:

"Action!"

Lucero quickly opened the manhole cover. There was a lot of noise outside and the sound of rain falling on the ground. No one knew that the manhole cover was opened.

According to the plan, Lucero and Mahone got in first, and they needed to roll under the car next to them.

Gao Bin and Whistler were postponed.

Time is tight, there is no time to talk nonsense, everything is going according to plan.

They were lucky. The guards nearby were all discussing the power outage, and no one paid attention to what was going on under the car.

Gao Bin even had time to cover the manhole cover, then tied the locking rope to the truck beam and hung himself from the bottom of the vehicle.

The strong smell of diesel rushed directly to the head, but no one cared about this detail at the moment, success or failure depended on this.
To be continued...