heaven bird

[38] Established plot

Crackling applause interrupted Michael's words, he raised his eyes, Abel leaned back in the chair, and clapped as if sincerely appreciative.

"What you said is great." Abel's expression seemed gentle and loving, as if the other party was just an ignorant boy, not a poor man who was handcuffed to a chair by himself. Michael felt that if T-bag was present , would have exaggeratedly expressed that he wanted to send him a statuette or something on the spot. He accidentally lost his mind for a while because of imagining this picture, thinking of Bagwell in a neat suit pretending to send him a statuette with "zhuangbility" engraved on it. The way the trophy was handed to Abel almost made him want to laugh.

As smart as Abel probably couldn't guess the picture in Michael's mind, he just continued to act according to his plot, "But you shouldn't misunderstand me like this, dear Michael, I always clean up the sins and give those sad guys Isn't it a good thing to have faith and hope to live?"

"I can forgive your misunderstanding of me. I am completely happy to give you another chance. Join me, Michael, I am the one who is born for you. Oh, look at your current partner..." Abel's face With a strange and mocking look, "Bagwell? He's just an idiot."

It was true, Michael thought, about the idiot.

Then Abel changed his expression again and smiled at Michael, his eyes hidden behind the glasses could actually find some sincerity, "Look, I added ten years to your sentence, which should be enough to prove my sincerity .”

Michael moved his handcuffed arm that couldn't move smoothly, and didn't answer his question directly, but instead asked: "...So, what about Neil? I thought he was a guy who absolutely couldn't pose a threat to you. "

"Aha, I know about those small cooperations between you and Prison Guard Tang... Oh, you don't need to be heartbroken, my dear, this is not the main reason, you know, I occasionally respect the needs of my dear allies." Abel pursed his lips Laughed a bit.

Irene...Michael's eyes moved slightly, "Why?"

Abel spread his hands innocently, "I'm not interested in the love-hate entanglement between Ms. Doctor and Mr. Prison Guard. Why don't you ask them yourself? Well, my dear, the off-site question-and-answer session is over, You should answer my question."

"The way you lure those believers is to make them believe the little words you stole from occultism. Even the most evil people can be reborn after death." Michael waved his hand and drew a virtual pentagram in the air Xing, "And these are all false, you are just satisfying your ever-expanding desire for control by manipulating their thoughts and behaviors, it is getting harder and harder to control, right? You can only pitifully learn from them Faith to suppress it -- what a Poorman."

Abel's face finally became a little colder, "Oh dear Mike, sometimes what you say really hurts, I start to feel a little bit of sympathy for that idiot Bagwell..."

Abel clasped his hands together on his chin and stared at Michael, "However, your left and right eyes suddenly gave me a little idea, Michael, who are you waiting for when you try so hard to delay time?"

Michael's face changed slightly, but Abel stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of him, stopping him from saying, "No, no, you don't need to speak, so you have the courage to wander around in the Garden of Eden alone, let Let me take a guess..."

"Oh... you're waiting to lure me into telling all the crimes with those little tricks, and then your dear prison guard friend will rush in with a group of people and handcuff us? Don Green... Did I remember his name wrong?" Abel's expression looked arrogant and superior, "It's my inappropriateness, I'm so excited to see you, haven't I asked you if you like this place? This is yours... no , was introduced to me by our mutual friend."

Michael understood what Abel meant. That Don Green played both him and T-bag. He didn’t trust Michael at all, and even made a deal with both parties. He probably was watching a soap opera with popcorn at this time. Waiting for both sides to be hurt and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Abel admired Michael's very ugly face very much. He liked to see the frustrated expression of that beautiful man with green eyes. appearance.

A unique voice suddenly appeared outside the warehouse door, "Aha, our beauty is waiting for Teddy, of course."

T-bag squeezed in through the crack of the door with twisting and strange steps, and fortunately closed the door well-mannered, but unexpectedly, he did not turn his head to flirt with Michael as usual, but looked straight at Abel and the gray-eyed boy standing next to him, "Oh, isn't this our Superstar... and his gray-eyed pet?"

Michael glanced at him flatly, without any excitement, but his eyelashes fluttered slightly when he blinked, and no one could see his emotional fluctuations.

"Unfortunately..." Abel ignored T-bag's words, and shook his head regretfully at Michael, "I wanted to chat with you for a while."

"It's the most beautiful to have regrets. Besides...the rest we can talk slowly to your grave." T-bag licked his lips. He has never been the kind who would say hello to each other honestly The guy who opened the scene, before he could finish his sentence, the bright silver blade swung at Abel's neck.

Abel frowned and leaned slightly to the left to avoid it. Kevin's reaction was faster than him. He took out his knife and rushed forward, then blocked it. The sound of the blades scraping each other was harsh and scary.

Kevin's gray eyes were covered with a blood-like film. Even though Bagwell's knife pierced the wound on his waist, there was no reaction, but he continued to stab the knife into T-bag's shoulder with his backhand. .

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat to get off you little lunatic." T-bag kicked him away, staring at him warily while trying to move his shoulders, good job, that little bastard seems to have a good understanding of muscle structure , one blow crippled his shoulder, and made him feel the burning pain in his whole arm.

Kevin didn't respond to his words. He adjusted his posture and rushed forward quickly. He was small in stature and moved nimbly like a cat wearing steel claws. It's just that the wound on his abdomen slowed down his reaction speed. T -bag quickly seized one of the openings, threw Kevin to the ground with his backhand, twisted his arm and suppressed him with his weight, trying to use the knife in his hand to scratch Kevin's neck, as if the fatal part was threatened Still, Kevin had some reactions and struggled violently.

Abel seemed to ignore it, walked straight to Michael, looked at him, took out a gun from his pocket and pointed it at his head, "I am very sorry to say goodbye to you."

Michael looked up at him.

Kevin blushed, and plunged the knife into T-bag's thigh, "Uh--" T-bag couldn't help but groaned in pain, Kevin took the opportunity to crawl out from under him, squatted in the corner and stared at He wiped the bloodstain on his neck, T-bag glanced at Michael, but Kevin rushed up again, T-bag frowned, and blocked Kevin's attack first. People are fighting together again.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Abel asked.

Michael seemed to give up all resistance, shook his head, and even closed his eyes gently.

"Whatthef**k... Schofield, what are you doing like a saint at a time like this?" T-bag roared, adding another scratch on his body, Kevin is a lunatic at all, ordinary small wounds are not Unable to make him react, as if he couldn't feel it, there was no way he could go to Michael's.

Seeing his lack of resistance, Abel shrugged his shoulders in pity, "Oh, it's beyond my expectation..."

"But I respect your choice, well...so, Goodbye."

He slowly squeezed the trigger.

"Michael--"/"Um--" T-bag's voice and Abel's □ sounded almost at the same time.

The gun fell to the ground, and Abel raised his head in surprise, clutching his bleeding arm.

Abel's voice distracted Kevin not far away for a moment, turned his head, and even stopped for a second, and T-bag would never let any opportunity slip away, he hooked Kai Wen's legs pushed him to the ground, and without giving him any chance to struggle and hesitate, he stabbed him in the chest.

The sound of the sharp blade piercing straight into the living flesh shook everyone's eardrums in the empty warehouse. Kevin struggled silently a few times, and soon closed his gray eyes forever.

Death is a very easy thing.

But even God cannot be resurrected.

Abel's body shook slightly at that moment. He clenched his fingers tightly, and then let them go again after a few seconds. He honestly raised his hands to Michael, who was holding a knife against his neck, and his expression returned to normal.

"You acted really well in despair... Even I was fooled." Abel said, even with a smile on his face

"My friend once told me that the great pressure will only make the criminals hide tighter, and only when they think that everything is under control will they take the initiative to show their flaws." Michael put the handcuffs aside, and the prisoner Most of the handcuffs are similar in style, and if he is locked for the first time, he will not be locked for the second time.

Michael held a silver blade, and his green eyes were astonishingly bright.

"You have many opportunities to eliminate evidence, but you can't help but leave some key things, do you want to keep them one day to show off to the world? I stole your Bible... I have also been looking for the other piece for a long time, I had doubts, but today, I finally have a chance to confirm." Michael stretched out his hand towards T-bag, T-bag smacked his lips, and handed him the knife.

Holding a knife, Michael cut open Abel's left arm without hesitation, and the blood quickly overflowed, but Michael remained expressionless, without blinking his eyes, and stretched out his hand to dig into the wound, " When people are in danger, they will always subconsciously protect what they think is the most important place."

That cold and cruel appearance made T-bag, who hadn't looked at him face to face, couldn't help but feel flustered. The air in the warehouse was not circulated enough to be mixed with the faint smell of blood, which aroused his sex/desire even more damnably. Can't wait to put the green-eyed engineer in a pool of blood and fuck him until he shakes his legs and cries.

Michael quickly picked out a bloody chip from the wound, held it between his blood-stained fingers and shook it at Abel, "You're right, we do have some similarities, that is, we never Do not worry about anyone except yourself. (Note 1)”

Michael put the blood-stained chip into his pocket, and then took out another long black thing, his thin lips were curled up, showing a sly and charming smile, "I guess Don didn't tell He cooperated with you, and he must not have told you that before he left, he gave me a recording pen."

"It's true that he didn't come to meet me as planned, but with these two things, as long as I can get out alive, I can punish you. I know it wasn't you who killed my wife, but it doesn't matter, I've solved you After two, I will not let go of any of the remaining people."

"Game over, Abel," Michael said, "Youaretheloser."

No one spoke at the scene, and suddenly, a burst of cheerful bells rang in the warehouse, and the wonderful and escaping tune seemed extraordinarily strange in this tense atmosphere.

Under Michael's restraint, Abel raised his hands and tilted his head with a smile, "...Sorry, do you mind if the loser answers the phone?"

Note 1: Michael also hid things in his arms and took them to prison in the first season.