[Comprehensive British and American] The Dark Lord's Growth History

"What is he talking about?" Tom didn't know whether O'Reilly was really confused or pretended to be confused. In short, facing Miggs' last ridicule, he looked at Tom innocently, with a puzzled face and short brown hair turned upside down. put up.

Tom knew it was because his hair was hard and felt like copper wire that had been further softened.

—He preferred not to know.

"Aren't you guarding the gate? Why come over here when you're free?" Tom pushed O'Reilly's hand away from him, leaned to the side, and distanced himself.

O'Reilly didn't pay attention to this, and he complained to the other two in a low voice: "Ross and Adebis are idiots! Their subordinates are the same, and they quarrel like children in this situation. God Ah, I can't stand them."

Rolling his eyes and fanning his face with his hands, he embodies the agony of a smart man having to work with a bunch of idiots.The most important thing is that he has to mention these idiots from time to time, because it is far from enough to rely on his own strength to fight against Karimu.

Speaking of this, Tom also remembered the issues that he had been very concerned about since he broke into the meeting of the five people.

"When did you take over the Mafia?" He looked at O'Reilly curiously with wide, ruby ​​eyes.

And the latter loves his mixed temperament of sophistication and innocence at the moment.He meant that ever since Riddle's eyes had turned red for some reason (which he himself was determined not to divulge a smidgen of), his deadpan face seemed sinister.When he puts on this innocently curious look, damn, he wants him right now.

How do you say that, demons and angels coexist, and saints will be crazy about it.

"You want to know?" O'Reilly grinned with the tip of his tongue against his teeth. "Just give me a kiss and I'll tell you."

Tom immediately showed a disgusted expression: "O'Reilly, are you a little girl!"

Of course he wasn't, the little girl wouldn't be preoccupied with how to put people on the bed in various poses at this moment.

"Okay, okay," O'Reilly shrugged and confessed honestly, "Shortly after Owens took over the Mafia, he was seriously injured in the previous guard group's violence against us. Unfortunately, he is still unconscious. Lying in the hospital. And as someone valued by both the old and new leaders, I had no choice but to step in and take over this mess." He said that the most powerful and longest-running mafia faction in Ozli was a mess, but In fact, it seemed to Tom that O'Reilly was about to go down and tap dance.

He should be proud.As an outsider thrust into Oz, the Irishman single-handedly brought down the heads of both parties, one of whom was used to storms, without the protection of a guide or the help of a companion Godfather of the Mafia.He can even ascend to the position of mafia boss as a foreigner. Although it is temporary, people can't help but be jealous of his smooth-talking mouth.

"Are you all Irish like that," Tom asked O'Reilly jokingly, "have you all kissed the Stone of Words in Blarney Castle?"

O'Reilly's eyes sparkled with pleasure, and he grinned, showing his perfect white teeth, and replied, "No, I didn't kiss that stone, because I am what it is. How, want to kiss me now?" Come on, dear." He said to Tom, spreading his hands dramatically, "My arms are always open for you."

Before Tom could shove his smug head into the floor, a mafioso hurried over to interrupt the potentially rife affair.He anxiously told O'Reilly to go to the iron gate, because "Adebis is crazy!"

"God! Can't he stop for a while?" O'Reilly scratched his hair irritably, jumped off the table and said to Tom, "Go over and see what stupid things those idiots have done again!"

It's drug addiction.

When O'Reilly and Tom arrived, Adebis strangled one of his men's necks with his arms in tears, and circled nervously on the spot. Ross and others formed a circle around him, and they all chattered. Adebis yelled: "Hey, calm down!" Everyone saw that the guy who was unfortunately caught by the strong Adebis was already flushed because of suffocation. The arms that struggled vigorously at the beginning gradually lost their strength. If this continues, he will be the first prisoner to be strangled to death by his companions.

Tom heard O'Reilly cursing in a low voice: "I told him earlier, take less!" But he obviously had no choice but to deal with the current situation. People who are addicted to drugs don't recognize their relatives, and now Adebis' brain is a mess. Chaos, anyone who stepped forward would be regarded as an enemy attack by him.I heard that he went to prison because he got too excited from smoking marijuana and brutally chopped off the head of an undercover undercover.No prisoner wants to try this feeling.

"Adebis!" A loud explosion made everyone look over.

Karimu didn't know when he rushed over, the gun in his hand glowed black and smooth under the fluorescent lamp, and the black muzzle pointed straight at Adebis: "Let him go!" The always calm Karim's face was full of anger, obviously also angered by Adebis' untimely behavior.

Anyone would be offended by such a mindless companion.What's more, Karimu said long live religion, but in fact he was a dangerous element who set fire to a street without hesitation.

"..." Adebis' expression was blank, obviously he was stunned by Adebis, or to be precise, the gun in his hand.

"Let him go, Adebis." Karimu's voice became softer, but unfortunately the gun in his hand was still aimed steadily at Adebis.

The person who was ordered slowly let go of his hand, staring at Karimu like a wild beast: "Do you want to kill, Said?"

A moment of silence.

Said lowered his raised arm: "...No, I don't want to kill you. I want to save you."

"Then give me the drugs!" Adebis, who had finally calmed down, yelled again in a broken voice.When the addiction broke out this time, his tears flowed down, his whole face twisted and twitched: "Damn, give me the drugs! Give me! Please...give me the drugs!!!"

Adebis raised his gun again, calmly beckoning the Muslims around him to go up and grab Adebis: "Tie him up. He and his men." Said's voice was cold and hard: "It's a pity , he can no longer lead and help us.”

The latter sentence is for other people.Ross didn't say a word, O'Reilly scratched his hair again: "I have no problem, he can't wake up like this. I don't want to die at the hands of my own people for no reason."

So with the help of everyone, Adebis and his subordinates were all tied up and thrown into the corridor on the second floor one by one, like a few untied wheat stacks.Tom crossed his hands and watched Adebis wriggling on the ground, still yelling, "Give me the drugs, give me the drugs!" He pressed his face to the ground crying and laughing, eyes blind Godly murmured: "Drugs, drugs..."

What rubbish, Tom thought.

The glass door of the dormitory behind him was pushed open, and Hannibal came out carrying a medical kit, and asked while wiping his hands with a paper, "What's going on? You can hear your calls from inside."

Tom glanced at the guards behind him. The two lying on the ground were breathing steadily and seemed to be doing well. The others looked at Hannibal's unturned back with hatred and gratitude.

"It's not me, it's Adebis and their drug addicts." Tom gestured for Hannibal to look up, "When was Mike Minus inside?"

"Oh, he." Hannibal lowered his head and straightened the cuffs he had just folded up to his elbows. "He volunteered to bring food in to see how the guards were doing."

Tom glanced at the man again, his eye bags were heavily blue, and he was walking around the room like a trapped animal: "Did he not ask Diane?"

"I asked. The priest told him that she was safe." Hannibal's mouth curled up into a very mocking smile, his eyes were indifferent and emotionless, "I don't know when he really saw her, Do you hate the priest so much you want to kill him?"

"...are they going to move soon?" Tom turned his head and stared at the high ceiling made of steel above his head.The iron grid is criss-cross, with bright and dazzling fluorescent lamps below, and criss-cross and entangled wires above.When the remnants of the carnival disappeared, the cold enveloped the steel cage again, and nothing changed except for a moment of ecstasy, still dark and full of suffocating air.

Hannibal pursed his bright red lips and told Tom, "Green didn't want to be so fast, but the governor's attitude is very firm. Maybe they will rush in tonight."

"That's fine...I've had enough of this group of lunatics." Tom's eyes were deep and indifferent, and he looked away from the ceiling to scan the prisoners gathered in twos and threes not far away.It will be over soon, Hannibal will be sent out, Adebis will go to hell, and he will get whatever he wants.

That night, all the lights were suddenly extinguished, and several smoke|fog|bombs were thrown into the rest hall.In addition to the few hostages who were dragged out, there were also a group of prisoners fleeing in a panic.

Among the screams, the sound of machine gun fire was extremely clear, and there was also the loud noise of the cargo plane forcibly pushing open the iron door and the pile of debris behind the door.Smoke|fog|The thick fog caused by the bombs can't see anything clearly. I don't know how many people will be alive after tonight.

Tom squatted halfway in the corridor on the second floor, the blade between his fingers gently slashed across the necks of his subordinates, Adebis covered the bleeding wound and stared at the young man who put away the murder weapon, behind him Adebis All the subordinates fell to the ground with similar injuries. Their blood pooled on the floor and formed a river, which spread rapidly and even dripped along the edge of the floor to the first floor.

Tom stood up unhurriedly, watched Adebis struggle condescendingly, and desperately pressed his hands on the wound to stop the footsteps of Death. His whole body was soaked in the sea of ​​blood, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only hissed. A hissing sound rushed from his slit throat, and the background sound of his death was the rattling gunshot and the sparks that accompanied the gunshot.

Adebis' body twisted back and forth, and then the frequency became slower and slower, and the amplitude became smaller and smaller, until finally it stood still.By this time, Tom had retreated into a dormitory behind him, where Groves had been keeping the glass door from closing.

As soon as he entered the room, he impatiently threw a piece of minced meat in his hand to the waiting person, and wiped his bloody hand on Groves' clothes: "Don't ask me to do such a thing next time. "

Like a dog catching a steak dropped by its owner, Groves buried his face in the steaming flesh that had just been cut off and began to chew greedily without even thinking about answering.

The riot in Oz Prison lasted only a little more than a day and ended like this.