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

Now Yang Yi has a triangular pyramid on his waist, which is thirty centimeters long, with a handle that is long enough, and a part that is long enough to penetrate the fatal key. It is also easy to carry and hide.

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

In addition to a plastic thorn, Yang Yi also had a plastic stick on his waist, which was about 60 cm long, and the handle was appropriately thickened. The diameter of the stick was about two cm. If it was thicker, it would be inconvenient to hide it. However, the special thing about this stick is that the top was like a spoon.

The shape of this stick was made by Yang Yi very hard. In fact, it was not accurate to say that the spoon was like a jar the size of a fist, which was a small mouth and a big belly.

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

The flexibility of the plastic stick is definitely enough, but the weight is too light. As a blunt weapon, it has no lethality. The situation Yang Yi faces is likely to be life and death if he takes action. He can only hit people very painfully, but it is better not to use a weapon that cannot be fatal.

So Yang Yi's stick can expand its function. As long as he can find a suitable weight and put it in a fist-sized jar, its power can be doubled. This weight can be many things, such as stones, cement blocks, even sand, stones, and if it is iron sand, it would be even better.

It doesn’t matter what material, the key is to put it in.

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

There will be no large stones in the prison. Even if the stones are bigger than eggs, they will not be seen. However, even if they cannot be said to be everywhere, they can be easily found.

When Yang Yi returned to his cell, it was dark that Yang Yi took down the plastic stick he hid at his waist.

While the plastic was still soft, Yang Yi bent the stick into an arc shape, and after cooling, it was fixed into a curved stick. But now he took it out and found something and pressed it casually. The plastic stick could become straight. Even if it was not very straight, it didn't matter. It would be enough to smash people, and it was not a craft.

He took out the stones in his pocket and put them all into the jar on the end of the stick. Then Yang Yi casually used a piece of cloth torn off the sheet to block the mouth, and wrapped the balls with cloth, so that the stones inside would not be sprinkled out.

It was just wrapped in two layers of cloth, which had no effect on blunt weapons that hurt people by weight. However, Yang Yi now got a warhammer, which was simple, but deadly enough.

Yang Yi was still very satisfied with swinging the plastic hammer in the room. No matter who was hit like this, even if he couldn't kill anyone, he would definitely be fooled.

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, but later it seemed like he couldn't see it. Even if he had to bear the workload of the two people, he had no complaints.

The whistleblower in the prison cannot survive. Yang Yi knows this, so he is not afraid of Chris's rumor, but now, Yang Yi is a little embarrassed.

"If something happens, will you have something to do?"

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

"Yes."

“It won’t be a problem normally.”

Yang Yi sighed and said, "That's good, I don't want to implicate you."

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

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Do you still need to ask this? The boxing champion will definitely look for me, and I will definitely fight back, so there must be one between us who has to die."

Chris was silent for a moment, then he whispered: "How did you get through the lockdown? Did someone deliver you something, or talk to you or something to help you spend a week? I've also been in the lockdown, and it's hard for me to believe that someone can stay in it for a week and it's okay."

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

Chris was silent for a moment, then he whispered: "You will go back to the garbage room in the future, and we won't work together. If you really... do something, can you not say the weapons you made while with me?"

"Of course, don't worry, I won't involve 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 hit by the boxing champion with a grin and punched him. When he woke up from his sleep with a sudden excitement, he found that his body was already wet with 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 was not here to fight against a prison bully. He felt that the boxing champion was not worthy of stopping his steps, but the boxing champion just stopped his steps, and what else could he do?

After sitting in bed for a long time, Yang Yi couldn't think of any way to quickly solve the dilemma, unless he killed the boxing champion, but he was completely unsure of killing the boxing champion.

After the ringtone rang, Yang Yi stopped thinking in anger.

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

As soon as he entered the cafeteria, Yang Yi habitually looked at the position where the boxing champion often stayed. This time, he saw the boxing champion directly.

The boxing champion sat on the chair and stared at Yang Yi with undisguised hatred.

There will be no sparks in the eyes of the two people, and the murderous intent of the two individual soldiers cannot be concealed, nor does it need to be concealed.

Yang Yi got the meal and sat in the seat he often sat, and then he started eating, eating leisurely.

Almost everyone in the cafeteria was watching Yang Yi and the boxing champion. Even the conversations during meals were almost impossible to hear. Even if someone spoke, they would only whisper in a low voice. Their topics were all around Yang Yi and the boxing champion.

Feeling the triangular thorn cone on his waist, Yang Yi slightly increased his confidence, but looking at the boxing champion's strong body, his confidence was still disappearing quickly.

No, you must not let a prison bully block your own way.

Yang Yi was determined not to bear it anymore. He could no longer be worried. He spent almost all his energy on guarding the boxing champion. He had to make changes. If even a small prison bully could not solve it, why would he talk about fighting a spy organization?

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

Yang Yi did not sit down, and he also pointed his hand at the boxing champion and shouted: "Fighting champion! I want to fight you one-on-one. If you are still a man, then come to a cage fight! Do you dare?"
Chapter completed!