Chapter 74

When he walked out of the garbage disposal room, Yang Yi had a smile on his face.

Now there is a triangular pyramid pinned to Yang Yi's waist, which is 30 centimeters long. It has a long enough handle and a long enough part to pierce a fatal vital point for a fatal blow. It is also easy to carry and hide.

Thirty centimeters is a very suitable number, because after research, about 30 centimeters is the most suitable length of the saber.

In addition to a handful of plastic thorns, there is also a plastic stick on Yang Yi's waist, about 60 centimeters long, the handle is thickened appropriately, and the diameter of the stick is about two centimeters. The difference is that the top is shaped like a spoon.

Yang Yi worked hard to pinch the shape of the tip of the stick. In fact, the spoon is not accurate, it is suitable for a jar the size of a fist, but it has a small mouth and a big belly.

Why leave a jar-like shape in front of the stick? This is of course to increase the power.

The flexibility of the plastic stick is definitely enough, but the weight is too light. As a blunt weapon, it is too light to have any lethality. The situation Yang Yi is facing is likely to be life and death. He can only beat people very painfully. But a non-lethal weapon might as well be useless.

So Yang Yi's stick can expand its functions. As long as he can find a suitable weight and put it in the fist-sized jar, the power will be doubled. And this weight can be many things, such as stones, cement blocks, or even It's sand, pebbles, it would be even better if it was iron sand or something.

It doesn't matter what material, the key is that it can fit in.

So on the way back, Yang Yi would pick up anything that could add weight, such as stones.

There are no big stones in the prison, even if the stones are bigger than an egg, you can't see them, but you can easily find stones smaller than the tip of your finger, even if you can't say that they are everywhere.

When Yang Yi returned to his cell, and waited until it was dark, Yang Yi took off the plastic stick hidden in his waist.

While the plastic was still soft, Yang Yi bent the stick into an arc, and after cooling it fixed it into a curved stick, but now he took it out, found something and pressed it, and the plastic stick would straighten, even if it wasn’t It doesn't matter if it's straight, as long as it can hit people, it's not a craft.

He took out the stones in his pocket and put them all into the jar at one end of the stick, then Yang Yi casually blocked the mouth with a piece of cloth torn from the bed sheet, and wrapped the ball with the cloth all over the place. It won't spill out.

It's just wrapped in two layers of cloth, which has no effect on blunt weapons that rely on weight to injure people, but Yang Yi now has a warhammer, which is simple but deadly enough.

After swinging the plastic hammer a few times in the room, Yang Yi was still very satisfied. Anyone who hits the head like this, even if he can't kill someone, will definitely be smashed.

When Yang Yi was experimenting with his new weapon, Chris didn't say a word. Even when Yang Yi was making weapons during the day, Chris only said a few words at the beginning, and then it was completely invisible, even if he couldn't He didn't take on the workload that should have been done by two people, and he didn't complain.

An informer in prison cannot survive, Yang Yi knows this, so he is not afraid of Chris's informant, but now, Yang Yi is a little embarrassed.

"If something happens, will you be okay?"

Yang Yi asked in a low voice, Chris waited for a while, and then whispered: "Are you asking me?"

"Yes."

"Normally nothing will happen."

Yang Yi took a deep breath and said, "That's good, I don't want to involve you."

Chris couldn't help but said, "What do you think will happen?"

Yang Yi smiled and said: "Do you still need to ask? The boxing champion will definitely come to me, and I will definitely fight back, so one of us must die."

Chris was silent for a moment, then he whispered, "How the hell did you survive in the brig? Did someone bring you things, or talk to you or something to help you get through a week? Me too. Having been in the brig, it's hard for me to believe that someone could stay in there for a week and be fine."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "No one helped me. As for how I survived, you won't understand. I can only say that people are different."

Chris was silent for a moment, and then he whispered: "You're going back to the garbage room, and we're not going to work together, so if you really...did something, can you not say it was with me A weapon made?"

"Of course, don't worry, I won't implicate you."

Yang Yi was a little tired, and he also lost interest in talking to Chris, so he quickly said, "Go to sleep, good night."

Yang Yi had a dream. He dreamed that he was punched in the head by the boxing champion with a grinning grin. When he woke up from his sleep, he found himself drenched in sweat.

The pressure brought by the boxing champion is too great, and we must find a way to solve it as soon as possible.

Yang Yi didn't come here to fight against a prison bully. He felt that the boxing champion was not worthy of blocking his footsteps, but the boxing champion just blocked his footsteps, and there was nothing he could do.

After sitting on the bed for a long time, Yang Yi couldn't think of any quick solution to the predicament, unless he killed the boxing champion, but he was absolutely not sure that he could kill the boxing champion.

After the bell rang, Yang Yicai stopped thinking angrily.

Hiding the triangular pyramid just made on his body, Yang Yi came to the cafeteria along with many prisoners.

As soon as he entered the cafeteria, Yang Yi habitually looked at the place where the boxing champion usually stayed, but this time, he saw the boxing champion directly.

The boxing champion sat on the chair, staring at Yang Yi with undisguised hatred.

There will be no sparks in the eyes of the two people, but the killing intent of the two people can't be concealed, and there is no need to conceal it.

After Yang Yi finished his meal, he sat in his usual seat, and then he started to eat, very leisurely.

Almost everyone in the cafeteria was looking at Yang Yi and the boxing champion. They could hardly even hear the conversation during meals on weekdays. Even if someone spoke, they would only whisper softly, and their topics were all Surrounding Yang Yi and the boxing champion.

Feeling the triangular thorns on his waist, Yang Yi gained a little confidence, but looking at the muscular body of the boxing champion, his confidence was still fading rapidly.

No, you must never let a prison bully block your way.

Yang Yi is determined not to endure it any longer. He can no longer worry about it and devote almost all his energy to guarding against the boxing champion. He must make a change. If he can't even solve a small prison bully, why talk about a spy? Organize to fight.

Yang Yi stood up suddenly, and the prison guard who had been staring at him and the boxing champion immediately shouted: "Sit down!"

Yang Yi didn't sit down, and he pointed at the boxing champion and shouted: "Boxing champion! I want to fight you one-on-one. If you are still a man, then let's have a cage fight! Do you dare?"