Chapter 2 Departure

"All crew, please note that the fleet is about to set sail and is expected to make a space jump in 45 minutes."

When the broadcasting system on the Grizzly bear made a mechanical synthetic sound, Di Changli stepped into his prison and habitually scanned the whole space.

Three prisoners have been moved in first in the small prison. One was a big and strong man with a red face. At this time, he was leaning his arms around the wall beside him and carefully observing Di Changli's behavior, with deliberately concealed vigilance and hostility in his eyes.

On the lower berth on the left side of the prison, there is a thin and white-haired prisoner who has already had some elderly short and fat prisoners, which at first glance looks like a big meat brown. The muscles on both sides of his cheeks are loosely drooping, indicating that he used to look much fatter than now. A pair of small eyes were almost a seam by fat meat, and he could barely see two eyes turning bonyly, and his face seemed to be always smiling, revealing worldly shrewdness and cunning.

At the bottom, there stood a thin young man with a beautiful appearance. His eyes wandered and carefully looked at Di Changli. As soon as he met his sight, he quickly lowered his head and avoided it, just like a small animal that was extremely vulnerable to frightened.

It is very far from the Roman Galaxy to the Paradise Star, and it usually takes more than two months to reach it. The spacecraft that deports prisoners is not direct, and the time spent will increase exponentially. In the future voyage, these three people will be roommates with Di Changli.

As soon as the escorted sergeant left, the big man stretched out, spat crudely spit on the ground, and shouted, "Damn, can't this broken boat find a living guy to broadcast? Regardless of the male and female, as long as you can fucking speak human language, sooner or later this ghost voice will torture me to neurasthenia. Hello, Old Locke, how are you feeling?

The old prisoner glanced at Di Changli, seemed to move his chubby body quite hard, and said with a cunning smile, "They will not come to take care of our emotions, and they will gradually get used to it after putting up with it."

"What do you think? Newcomer." The big man turned around and asked, but the target was Di Changli. His tone was tentative and not very friendly. Obviously, he thought that the new boy would pose a threat to his position in prison.

Di Changli ignored him and just put a few items on the empty bunk above the old prisoner.

"Hey, I'm asking you something, boy." The big man's eyes showed an obvious fierce light, angered by Di Changli's uninhabited contempt.

Di Changli still ignored it and continued his own business.

The big man stepped forward two steps angrily and said harshly, "Kid, you are so arrogant."

While shouting, he stretched out his muscular thick arm and grabbed Di Changli's belongings.

Di Changli's eyelids were not lifted. Suddenly, he took action like lightning and grabbed the palm of the big man and strangled it up.

The big man suddenly felt the pain between his wrists and immediately shouted in pain, and couldn't help bending his knees and lowering down.

"I have no obligation to answer your question." Di Changli looked down at him and said indifferently, "If you want to talk to me, then you must be polite."

"Let go of me." The big man's palm was clamped with an iron tongs and couldn't struggle at all. He shouted angrily: "Dog bastard, you are fucking looking for death..."

Seeing that Di Changli didn't agree with him, the old prisoner opened his eyes wide in surprise and quickly withdrew his body and moved away. The thin young man also looked panicked, fled in panic, and almost hid in the corner.

Di Changli's wrist turned slightly, as if he had been hit head-on by an invisible iron fist. The big man suddenly straightened strangely, and his whole clumsy body bounced up in the air, rolled around and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah."

The big man rolled his eyes and only felt pain in his heart and lungs, and he opened his mouth and exhaled miserably.

Di Changli followed quickly and stepped on a foot, straight against the big man's throat, and forced his screams into his throat. He seemed to be completely unaware of the strong pain and stimulation brought by the shackles when the action was too big. He lowered his head and smiled and said, "Remember, I have only said it once. Wash your mouth and don't spit it out to me. Dirty words, are you clear?"

The big man twisted and struggled desperately, and his hands shook randomly, but Di Changli's legs were as unshakable as stone casting. His face quickly turned red, and his throat made a strange sound.

"Don't you want to answer?" Di Changli slowly increased his toes, and the smile on his face was very gentle, but it made people shudder from his heart, like the evil smile of the devil.

The big man's face has turned into a terrible crimson, his eyes turned white, his tongue was strangled out of his mouth, and he couldn't breathe at all. Even the strange sound could not be heard at all. How can he respond to Di Changli's question?

Seeing that this guy would be dizzy, Di Changli raised his leg slightly and asked very kindly, "Can you tell me now?"

The big man finally took a breath and coughed quickly. He didn't have time to say anything. Di Changli's toes tightened again, restrained his smile, and said, "Are you really unwilling to answer?"

The color of the big man's face slowly turned dark purple, and his body began to change from a fierce struggle to **, which showed that it could not be supported for a long time.

"Well, man, you can't do this."

The old prisoner leaned up and looked at Di Changli and said cautiously, "If he died abnormally in prison, several of us would be in great trouble."

Di Changli stared at him and asked faintly, "Are you asking or asking me?"

The old prisoner rubbed his fleshy hands, turned his eyes and smiled, "This is just a suggestion."

Di Changli stared at him for a while before loosening his legs and kicking the big man aside.

After a while, the big man who recovered his breath turned over with difficulty, knelt on the ground, covered his throat and coughed painfully.

"Every day, I try my best to do good every day." Di Changli squatted down and smiled and said, "I usually treat myself well, but today I gave you this opportunity. How should you express your gratitude?"

The big man coughed and gasped slowly, looked up and stared at Di Changli resentfully without saying a word.

"I really can't expect too much from an ungrateful guy like you." Di Changli shook his head and sighed, and one leg split down like a blade.

"Ah."

The big man shouted sadly again. The old prisoner and the thin young man jumped in horror. When he hurriedly looked at it, he saw that the right arm supported by the big man had been kicked and broken by Di Changsheng and howled.

Di Changli stepped back two steps as if nothing had happened and smiled, "I think the mechanical synthesis sound on the ship is not very good, but it is much better than your voice."

The old prisoner and the thin young man looked at Di Changli in horror. They couldn't say a word and couldn't help beating their hearts. They all felt that the next exile would be extremely difficult.

"What happened?"

A guard heard a scream and rushed over and shouted.

Hunt also rushed over when he heard the sound. When he saw the big man still holding his arms and howling, he immediately changed his color and shouted, "What's wrong with him? Who hurt him?"

"Report sir." The old prisoner climbed down the bunk and said, "I'm sleeping. I don't know what happened."

The thin young man shrank and said, "Reporter, I didn't pay attention to it."

Hunter stared at Di Changli: "What about you?"

Di Changli spread his hands and said indifferently, "Sorry, I'm not his nanny, and I don't have the responsibility to take care of him."

"Back to stand."

Hunter ordered someone to open the alloy fence in the prison room and came in to check for the big man. His face was as gloomy as water. He shouted, "Who interrupted your hand?"

The big man gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and looked at Di Changli extremely viciously and said, "Reporter, I accidentally fell down myself."

Between prisoners, capable people can bully the weak. As long as they do not hurt human lives, not only those who know will never report it, and the person concerned will not dare to appeal for help, otherwise they will become the public enemy of all prisoners. This is an unwritten sub-law in all prisons.

"Really?" Hunter couldn't help sneering, his heart was as clear as a mirror, staring at Di Changli for a moment, ordered the soldiers to take the big man to the medical station, and then shook his hand away.

No matter where personal freedom is imprisoned, it is a violent world full of danger and threats. No matter how subtle the wind blows, it will make the world begin to be in a state of turmoil, tension and alert.

Di Changli's addition and the strength shown were undoubtedly the insertion of a more fierce tiger in the fierce wolves. When the big man with broken legs was taken away by soldiers, almost all the topics were focused on him in the D-shaped prison cabin of the Grizzly Bear warship.

There is no need to listen to the content of those conversations. From the strong hostility in the prison cabin, Di Changli realized very clearly that he had become the object of the prisoners' common enemy. There were shouts and scolding everywhere, but Lewis did not participate in it. It is estimated that he is nourishing and preparing to vent in the duel.

Di Changli didn't care about the reaction outside at all, and he didn't pay attention to these at all.

In fact, from the moment when Di Changli could not escape in time after killing Modi and gave up resistance because he did not want to fight with his former colleagues, he has completely put his life and death aside. If it weren't for special reasons, no one could escort him to exile, unless it was a cold body that had lost his will.

"Your name is Locke?" Di Changli asked the old prisoner. The journey is still very long, and I always have to find something to pass the time.

The old prisoner smiled anytime and anywhere, in sharp contrast to the sad thin young man, as if he didn't care about being trapped in a really dark prison. He narrowed his small eyes and smiled, "Yes, everyone calls me Old Locke."

"What about you?" Di Changli turned his head to ask the thin young man.

The thin young man who had been lowering his head looked up at him, then quickly lowered his head and whispered, "Cosimo."

"Kosimo." Di Changli nodded and smiled, "You don't seem to be very happy. Why?"

Cusimo's eyes flashed with suppressed anger and timidity, and there was no sound.

"Does that make you feel unhappy? Then change to another direct way." Di Changli said lightly, "What's your charge?"

"Murder." After the big man, Kosimo was obviously quite afraid of him and had no choice but to spit out two words.

Di Changli was slightly surprised, looked at his thin body and cowardly face again, and said, "Can you tell me more about your case?"

Kosimo held hands with each other and was silent.

"Is there anything difficult to say?" Di Changli stared at him and said, "You will feel ashamed to mention it, right?"

Cosimo couldn't help trembling, and a large visible blue vein bulged on the back of his clenched hand, and his eyes turned into deep humiliation and pain.

Di Changli looked at him for a while without forcing him. He turned his head and asked the old prisoner, "Old Locke, why were you exiled?"

Old Locke habitually rubbed his hands and said, "Commercial fraud."

"Is it just fraud?" Di Changli looked at him with great interest.

"Of course, because the amount involved was too huge, I was sentenced to 100 years." Old Locke still smiled and looked as if he had nothing to do with it. He spread out his hand and said, "However, I have to declare that I don't admit my guilt. I just unfortunately met a hard-hearted judge and hired an incompetent waste lawyer."

"Maybe everyone except yourself will think so."

Di Changli threw down a sentence and climbed up the bunk to rest. Through preliminary observation, he concluded that the two prison companions were not dangerous people who needed to be strictly guarded.

"It's none of my business what others think." Old Locke muttered and began to close his eyes to refresh himself, leaving Kocimer alone in a daze.

Soon, the big man was brought back by the soldiers. At today's medical level, fractures without complications are easy to treat, and he just need to lie down and recuperate for a period of time. He no longer said bad words to Di Changli, but lay quietly on his bunk, with fierce eyes, and looked at Di Changli viciously from time to time, like a cunning and sinister wolf.

A good man does not suffer losses in front of him. Everyone knows this truth. The big man has seen the power of Di Changli. He is not stupid enough to ask for suffering after breaking one hand. If he really does this, he has no doubt that his other arm will break faster.

"He is the federal law enforcement guard and the refiner of the energy period!"

On the bridge, as soon as Colonel Harrison and Colonel Murphy opened Di Changli's data disk, they looked at each other in surprise and looked back quickly. Their faces became more and more solemn. After reading it, the two did not say anything for a long time.

"Di Changli, 23 years old, was specially recruited as a law enforcement guard two years ago, leading the rank of lieutenant, and then went on missions 1803 times and was awarded the rank of lieutenant colonel of the Galactic Federation a month ago. He was sentenced to death for first-degree murder, and was sentenced to exile after amnesty.

The information is actually very simple. After a long time, Colonel Murphy read the data again and said with a wry smile, "This guy is still so young, but his military rank is higher than us, and the Force level has also reached the early stage of forging. It's really unbelievable that he is not a hot potato, but a *."

Colonel Murphy's words have a reason, not exaggerated. Due to the high occupational risk and high casualty rate, the status of law enforcement guards in the Federation is extremely special. Because the system limits that law enforcement guards can only serve as lieutenants and school officers, no matter for any reason, the treatment they enjoy will be upgraded to two levels as usual, so promotion is also extremely difficult. The military rank before Di Changli's sentencing has been promoted to lieutenant colonel. To some extent, he is already an alternate brigadier general.

What's more important is the strength of Di Changli himself. As an energy refiner in the early stage of energy training, although Di Changli has only just exceeded the standard of ordinary masters, which is far from horrible. However, although there are many prisoners exiled on the spacecraft, there are very few masters who have reached the forging period, and he can also walk horizontally.

Colonel Harrison, known as cold-faced evil, was also slightly shocked. You know, even the best hand in his fleet is only a refiner who has just entered the energy period of forging. At this moment, he meditated, "There has never been a precedent for law enforcement guards to be exiled to the Paradise Star in the Federation, and such a person It only took him two years to be promoted to a lieutenant colonel, excluding his * factors. Even among the law enforcement guards with extremely strong force, he should be an outstanding person by strength. It seems that we must strengthen the prevention of the prisoner.

Colonel Murphy was deeply convinced and said, "I hope nothing will go wrong along the way."

"There is another question." Harrison hesitated for a moment before saying, "The prisoner is extremely dangerous. A sentence like the Roman galaxy is bound to cause quite serious hidden dangers, which is a little abnormal, but his information is too brief. We can't find more useful information to analyze their intentions, so for the sake of safety, I suggest the prisoner. Separate key supervision is implemented.

"Focus on supervision alone?" Colonel Murphy frowned and was about to say something, and the soft sound suddenly sounded.

Hunter appeared on the communication screen and saluted, "Sir, prisoner D3B203 and prisoner D3J567 have asked for a restricted duel, and I have approved them to do it tomorrow."

Mad Muffy opened the prisoner's information and frowned, "D3J567? Isn't this the prisoner who just sent it?"

"Yes." Hunter said respectfully.

"I know." Colonel Murphy frowned deeper, waved his hand to let Hunter retreat, and smiled bitterly at Harrison, "It seems that after the duel, separate supervision must be implemented, but in this way, he has to occupy a lot of reserved cargo space, and Major General Afanti may be furious again."

Harrison said with a blank face: "If Major General Avanti disagrees, then ask him to place this prisoner."

Colonel Murphy looked at him and shook his head to say nothing more. Harrison's bad temper, no wonder he would be unaccustomed by his former boss and kicked him from the headquarters of the Paradise Galaxy to the promising logistics department to fool around. If he hadn't had a strong friendship with him before, he was afraid that no one would be willing to accept it and let him go home early.

"All crew, please note that the fleet is about to make a space jump." The synthetic sound of the machine suddenly sounded again.

On the huge wide-angle display screen of the Grizzly's command bridge dome, the Roman sun in the vast sky gradually faded away, and the whole transport fleet slid into the depths of the cold and dark star field like an infernal abyss, and began Di Chang's long and long exile journey.