"Even if you escaped the encirclement of these troops today, you will face the escape life that is wanted by the government; those who have not achieved corresponding awareness... I think it is better not to go out and return to your safe cell. After this remaining life, it will be safe."

Before he could finish his words, prisoners ran out in the direction of the South Gate.

There was one, two, three... Not long after, all the prisoners chose to escape, without exception.

Even some elderly prisoners, who were already old, were staggering.

No one is willing to be corrupt.

These people would rather wither on the road to freedom than return to the hopeless underground abyss and be forgotten by this world again.

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At the same time, the Nine Prisons, the men's prison side, and the Ninth Prison "The Century Chuang" was "Feng Chuang".

The members of the Counter-Cross who invaded the prison were now concentrated in the monitoring room on this floor.

The deputy warden Carl von Baylor, who was previously imprisoned in the isolation layer, has also been brought here.

At this point, he had no reason to resist. Even if he could kill all the invaders present, he could no longer change the fact that the Nine Prisons fell.

So, Carl could only sit on the ground in frustration and be a depressed prisoner.

"Don't think you have won..." After Zilin turned off the radio, Carl immediately muttered and interrupted, "In front of the regular army, those prisoners who only care about running for their own lives are vulnerable. In my opinion, less than 20% of the people can escape alive..."

Upon hearing this, Zilin just smiled and ignored him.

Instead, Lance squatted on the ground, looked at Carl, and continued with a sarcastic smile: "Ha... Thank you for bringing up this obvious thing and let us all review it again."

Carl interpreted a strange look from his smile. After thinking for a few seconds, he said again: "What do you mean? You don't care how many of these people will die on the way to escape? Then why do you still want to rob..."

"Mr. Deputy Warden." At this time, Zilin suddenly interrupted him, "From the perspective of a professional, can you tell me...what kind of prison do you think is the most unbreakable?"

Carl didn't know why the other party suddenly asked this question. He thought for a while before replying: "Are you trying to show off to me?"

He would ask this, and the implication was... He felt that Nine Prisons were the safest prison on this planet.

"I don't mean that." Zilin said, and walked to Carl, squatted down, making his vision even with the other party, and said, "I just want to tell you that the most difficult 'confinement' is not any artificial entity, but...'here'." As he said that, he gently tapped his temple with his fingers.

Carl's eyes at this moment meant that he had not grasped the key points of the matter yet.

So Zilin continued: "Before today, everyone thought that the Nine Prisons were an absolutely impossible place to be broken. Whether it was the federal high-level officials, the military, the rebels, or the killers, mercenaries, and capable people who were active in the underground world... Anyone who knew that the Nine Prisons existed believed that this place was the "end point".

"Nine Prisons are not just a prison, but also a symbol.

"It is easy to 'slaughter' the rebels, but it is difficult to 'control' those people.

"A true ruler must have the ability to 'use rules to determine the life and death of the people under his rule at will' and the execution ability to ensure that this set of rules can run smoothly'.

"Nine Prisons are a concrete manifestation of the federal government's execution; its existence is to show all the people in the world who resist the Federation... No matter who you are, how strong you are, we have a place to deal with people like you."

He said this, paused for another two seconds, observed Carl's expression change, then chuckled, and continued, "It seems that you have understood..." Zilin put his face in front of the other party's face, looked straight in his eyes and said, "It is not our purpose to break through the Nine Prisons and release the prisoners inside... It doesn't matter if the prisoners all die after they go out." He paused, "The important thing is to implant the concept of 'even Nine Prisons can be broken' into people's thoughts..."

Hearing this, Carl's cold sweat had soaked his already wet back.

He thought... the group of people in front of him were just from a relatively powerful resistance organization, and the main purpose of the prison was to rescue his own people who were imprisoned; but now, Carl felt chilled.

The most unbreakable prison in the world is human thoughts.

Pushing to the high wall of thinking is much more difficult than pushing to the wall of the abyss.

"A group of madmen... do you know what you are doing?" After understanding the other party's intentions, Carl's expression became more and more serious. "No matter how corrupt the federal government is, at least it still maintains the stability and order of this world... You will bring the whole world into war like this now! How many innocent people will die because of this?"

"Innocent people are dying every day." This time, Lance took his words, "Slowly tortured to death by the system that he could not resist and the tragic life, or was taken away by a bullet... This is not a matter of quantity; what we change is not quantity, but nature."

"Nonsense!" Carl still dissatisfied after hearing this. He shouted angrily, "It's all fallacies... Then what kind of nature is the prison guard who died today? Even if the people who live hard under the system account for the highest proportion, it is absolutely impossible to be all. Putting aside the upper class, there are still many people who are content with the status quo. Why do you let those people be buried with you?"

"Of course it was 'power'." Zilin took over the conversation and replied, "Do you think no one had shed blood for this when the Federation was established? The trivial matters you said were too small in the tide of the times... Any change was carried out in conflict. If everyone could reach an agreement... Oh... Then the Federation must be very good now, and class things would no longer exist; if humans could do that, learn and grow to that point... what else should we do against the cross?"

"Ha..." Carl sneered, "Then, what's the difference between imposing the will to change on you in this era and the Federation that enslaved the world with systems...?"
Chapter completed!