heaven bird

[39] Dismantling

After Michael and Abel looked at each other for a few seconds, they frowned and nodded.

Before picking up the phone, Abel said, "Also, can you let Bagwell go out for a while? Just stay at the door."

"What?" T-bag turned to stare at him.

"I don't think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me now?" Michael said.

"There is no absolute in everything, don't regret it just because you are impulsive, my dear Michael." Abel smiled, "I don't mean anything else, I just don't like to let other people participate in the conversation between us. It feels so bad... oh, still without your mad dog, you don't even have the courage to be alone with me for 5 minutes?"

"...You go out first." Michael was silent for a few seconds, turned his head to look at T-bag, and then added with rare patience, "I can solve it soon."

T-bag was indifferent to Michael's rare gentle attitude, and miraculously, he didn't make fierce objections to Michael's decision as usual, but just looked at Michael with an unclear expression for a while, and walked out with his legs dangling.

As the door closed again with a "bang--", the warehouse returned to silence.

Only Kevin's body was lying miserably in the corner, and the mobile phone was still ringing with the happy Turkish march, and the intertwining of the two seemed extremely weird.

Abel still raised his one hand, and with the other he took out his cell phone from his pocket, blatantly ignoring the prison's rule of not allowing the use of communication devices, his thumb flicked across the screen, and the ringing stopped abruptly .

Abel had been listening to the other party with a smile on his face. After a while, he suddenly pretended to be enlightened and looked at Michael, and handed the phone to him.

"It was my mistake. This call should be answered by you, my dear Michael."

Michael glanced indifferently at the mobile phone lying in Abel's hand, and took the mobile phone without putting down the knife on Abel's neck.

An immature, young girl's crying voice came from the receiver.

"Daddy--"

Michael's face suddenly changed. Abel had never seen the green-eyed young man so out of control. He smashed the phone aside, stepped forward and grabbed Abel's collar, and tightened his other hand tightly. The tip of the knife in his hand sank into the opponent's skin immediately, and a few small drops of blood came out. He seemed to want to stab the opponent's neck directly, and even his fingertips were trembling with anger, "Do you think you can use this kind of thing? Can you just trick me into letting you go? If you want me to skip all the interrogation steps and kill you right now, I can do it for you too."

Abel's collar was tightened, his index finger rested on his lips, and he showed a smug smile, "Keep your voice down, don't be angry, my dear Michael, such a stupid and ridiculous gesture is not suitable for you..."

"Believe it or not, it's all up to you." Abel didn't seem to notice Michael's anger at all, and stretched his finger leisurely to the position of his heart, "Satan is always only in people's hearts."

"We all like games, so let's play a game now and guess... What will happen if you hand me over to the warden or kill me now?"

Michael threw off his collar, picked up the mobile phone on the ground, and expertly entered a series of numbers on the screen of the mobile phone, and the other side quickly picked it up, and a vague male voice came, [Hello? ]

"Lincoln, it's me, Michael." Michael asked without saying anything superfluous, "Is Lily... by your side now?"

[How do you know...?Well, Mike... I'm sorry, I wanted to contact you, but...]

Michael didn't listen to Lincoln's explanation, but hung up the phone directly. He took a deep breath, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the phone turned white. He looked at Abel, "...well, your condition is What?"

"Oh, Boring." Abel snorted boredly, "You actually chose to exclude the wrong answer all of a sudden..."

"Tell me your conditions." Michael interrupted him impatiently.

"Okay... It's not that I don't like straightforward people. Don't worry, my condition is very simple. I don't want your life, and I don't need you to take me out of here. Even my little things can be left for you as a souvenir." , as long as you let me get out of here alive, and then give me the recording pen, the things between us will be canceled, how about it? You can go to the place I told you to pick up your baby and go home, of course it is alive. "Abel said lightly, his expression seemed to enjoy the upside-down situation now, Michael's analysis of him was at least right, he really enjoyed the feeling of being in control.

"Why should I trust you?"

"You don't have to believe it at all, you can kill me or whatever." Abel smiled and drew a line in front of his neck with his fingers, as if this was a reasonable deal. "Anyway, that pretty little girl is not...my daughter."

...............

The voice came faintly from the other side of the door, but T-bag didn't even seem to be in the mood to eavesdrop. He sat down at the door with a gloomy face.

Abel almost bumped into the T-bag when he opened the door, but Abel didn't pay attention to him at all, he just patted Michael's pocket affectionately, "Remember the address I gave you, Michael, and... here After that, go to my house again, and this time you will get everything you want to know."

"I don't change my original intention, I still think we are so similar, we must be able to understand each other."

T-bag couldn't believe that Michael just stood there and watched Abel swagger out of his sight like that. In just 5 minutes, they turned enemies into friends and shook hands and made peace?

"Whatthehell... Genius, you just let him go like this?" T-bag glared at Michael, "Don't tell me you guys just had a blast in there and found it good, so you decided to let go of your prejudice against each other and join hands for a better tomorrow? "

Michael looked away gloomyly, did not answer his question, but said in a quick tone, "We are leaving here tonight, Don will miss our names when the lights are turned off, today is NO.18, every day In the early morning of NO.19 of the month, the prison guards will transport the corpse from the morgue to the outside of the Garden of Eden, and we need to exchange ourselves with the two corpses inside before then."

"Okay, Your Royal Highness, T-bag has always been your loyal servant and obeyed all your instructions." T-bag's tone was more acerbic than usual, revealing a hint of anger, "But can you give me Explain what's going on now?"

Michael's mood seemed to be very impetuous after he came out of the warehouse, he suddenly said impatiently to T-bag, "You can choose to come together or get out, I don't have to take one more person out!"

"I must be able to go with you, genius, isn't it like this in the plan? Is there anything that didn't go according to your careful arrangement?" T-bag growled in a low voice as if bursting out suddenly, his tone twisted and full Resentment, he knew Michael too well. When Abel said that Don Green had betrayed him, he saw that Michael's disappointed expression was as standard as if it had been torn out of an expression book called emotions.

From that moment he knew that everything was damnably in Michael's plan.

T-bag casually pulled out the paper crane from his pocket, "GoodBoy, you are really a genius, you have long suspected that Tang would betray you, you have been waiting for T-bag, haven't you?"

Michael opened his eyes slightly, and listened quietly without objecting.

T-bag seemed even angrier when he saw his silence, and even his sunken eye sockets seemed to be red with anger, he laughed mockingly, his voice was low and hoarse and scary, "Good, this is not a 'farewell' at all, and it is not at all Any T-bag's stupid imagination has a ten-thousandth concern, it's just a 'chip', the chip you bet on Bagwell, betting that even if he wavers and wants to give up on you, after seeing this, fuck it I will definitely come to save you!"

T-bag grabbed Michael by the collar and pushed him against the wall. Anger and sorrow danced in his brown eyes. He suddenly lowered his posture and spoke in a low voice, with a voice that seemed to overwhelm people. Complicated and heavy grief, "Pretty, Michael, just an explanation, anything, you know Teddy isn't smart at all, he'll believe anything... just say something, please, you're not all like that I thought, even if Bagwell is a little bit different from those guys you use and throw away..."

Michael was pulled by him, without struggling, and he also opened his mouth to defend, which seemed to be a silent acquiescence.

T-bag's expression slowly became numb in Michael's silence, he gradually loosened his collar bit by bit, step by step, retreated to the original standing position, he was too stupid, His distorted obsession with Michael had long been transformed into a subtle emotion unconsciously. He curled the corner of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner, and realized that no matter how angry he was, he didn't have the guts to kill him. He couldn't bear it.

T-bag casually raised his hand to straighten Michael's messed up collar. His beauty has always paid attention to neatness. He seemed to speak casually, with a flat and cold tone, "...Well, it's okay, you don't have anything Will tell me, including the little reason you and Abel are so sweet... oh, I'm starting to think he was right when he said you look like him, those little human games you play as well as he does .”

"But T-bag suddenly doesn't want to play with you anymore. Of course I will go with you. Who else can take me away from here except 'Son of Liberty'... But after leaving here, let's break up. You made it, and Bagwell will never run circles around you again."

T-bag picked up the sky blue paper crane and tore it in half in front of Michael, "Pissoff (get out of here), mylady."

With his back tensed, Michael watched indifferently as Bagwell completely walked out of his sight. After a long time, he slumped against the wall and sat down. He raised his hand to cover his eyes, and leaned his head against the cold wall noodle.

The fingertips of the other hand touched something, Michael looked through the fingers, it was the paper crane that was torn in two, except for the crack in the middle, there was no wrinkle on the paper, Even the fierce battle just now has not been crushed.

He could imagine that funny scene, Bagwell, who has always been evil, carefully put it in the pocket closest to his heart like a fragile treasure.

"...idiot." Michael whispered into the air, unable to hear the tone, he leaned against the smooth wall again, closed his eyes, he seemed to be extremely tired, he had been piled up all the time from the past The exhaustion suddenly flooded his whole body, so that he didn't even have the strength to move.

There was nothing around, no one around.