v2 Chapter 164： Escape plan

The carriage drove into Nassau at night, and eventually stopped in front of Zhang Heng and Annie's residence.

Zhang Heng and Billy carried the above black gladiator into the house and temporarily placed it in the empty room of the farmer's son, while Annie got out of the car and went to the doctor halfway.

Billy and Zhang Heng talked for a while, and saw that they had left before long.

After Zhang Heng returned to Malvern's room again, the black gladiator closed his eyes tightly and lay motionless on the bed. It was no different from when he was buried in the pit. If not, he still had a weak breath, and even made people Can't help but suspect that he was dead, and the blood on his face had now coagulated into a clump, and looked even more emaciated.

Zhang Heng moved a chair and sat down beside the bed, then he said, "I have to admit that you are indeed very talented at camouflage."

His words dropped, but there was no response from the cabin, and the black gladiator on the bed was still closed with his eyes closed, and fell into a coma.

"Aren't you curious how I got here?"

Zhang Heng was just talking to himself. "At that time, everyone in the banquet hall was attracted by the fight between the two of you on the stage. Only I happened to be watching around. As a result, one thing aroused my interest. When you are attacked, some black female slaves will be very nervous. At first I thought that they were worried about their fellow citizens, but then I now look at them and relax when you fight back.

"So I started to realize that they were just worried for you. It was interesting that when you were completely knocked down and beaten, they showed a sense of intolerance, but there seemed to be a faint expectation. Their look made me a little bit Confused, until everyone thought you were dead, you suddenly turned against you, and killed your opponents in an almost impossible situation, but they didn't seem very surprised, which also made me unable to bear. With a thought-did they already know that all this would happen? "

Zhang Hengton paused. "The battle that I was born on the stage tonight was actually carefully arranged by you. You want to escape from that manor, so you chose to conceal your strength and deliberately received this in the battle. Serious injuries, because you know how they dealt with those worthless wounds, and the two people who buried you under that coffee tree are obviously your companions, so when I paid for you Then it seems a little helpless, because it's different from what you planned. "

When Zhang Heng's voice fell again this time, the fragile black gladiator on the bed finally reacted. He jumped up without any warning and suddenly flung to Zhang Heng next to him, the two huge palms. Seeing the latter's throat was about to choke.

However, the next moment he stopped in mid-air because he saw the short musket in Zhang Heng's hand.

"I'm not malicious to you. Instead, you should be fortunate to have met me tonight. According to your original plan, even if you can hide the overseer, it will be difficult to slip out of the gate under the guard's eyes, and even if you finally escape by chance Out of the gate, there are almost plantations in that area, and your appearance is too conspicuous to escape. "

The black gladiator heard the words and did not give up vigilance, coldly, "So this is how you release goodwill, point me at the gun?"

Hearing the black gladiator talking, Zhang Heng was also relieved. He was most worried that the former could not speak English, because unlike the black female slaves who served as maids, the black slaves who were trained as gladiators did not need to master too much. In terms of vocabulary, their masters only need them to show their bestiality, so they often don't take the time to let them learn the local language.

At this time, almost every tribe in Africa had its own native language. Tribes and tribes often could not communicate normally. If black gladiators could only speak their tribe's language, it would be very difficult for both sides to communicate.

"I've seen what your arms can do before, and I don't want to be pinned on my neck for the time being." Zhang Hengdao, "Whether you believe it or not, I save you only by chance, and do not intend to plot from your body. What, I was going to let you go after the injury, but I'm a little worried that you will twist the neck of the doctor who healed you, so I have to talk to you in advance. "

"We may be from a backward place, but we are not beasts," the black gladiator replied, and his hostility in his eyes was slightly reduced.

"Sorry." Zhang Heng put away the short rifle in his hand. "In short, you are now free. You can choose to stay and let the doctor handle the wound for you. If you leave in a hurry, the door is always open."

Zhang Heng did not lie. He rescued the black gladiator only by accident. Although he saw that the latter wanted to escape the manor, this matter had little to do with him, and he did n’t interfere in the beginning. It was planned that it was not until they happened to meet the latter that he was being buried, so he did not help.

The black gladiator looked into Zhang Heng's eyes still full of doubt. He stood up and walked to the door, but the latter still said nothing behind him.

Zhang Heng didn't even pay attention to the direction he left, but after a few minutes, the figure of the black gladiator returned from the darkness.

"Rakutua."

"Oh, is this your name?"

"No, this is the name of the person I killed today. He is the strongest warrior of our tribe and my best friend."

Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows ~ www.novelhall.com ~ For the first time tonight, he was surprised, "He is also a participant in your escape plan?"

The black gladiator nodded, and a deep sadness appeared on his face. "Yes, the biggest difficulty of this plan is to control the injury. I must make my injury look serious enough, but not really let it go. I am dead. It is difficult to grasp the middle boundary. If the person fighting with me tonight is not Rakutua, I may be killed directly, and I ca n’t wait for a chance to defeat. "

"What kind of person are you?" Zhang Heng couldn't help but raise a hint of curiosity, which could touch the heartstrings of the girl slave, and let the warriors in the tribe die for him, and others were also cooperating with his escape. plan.

"My name is Laeri, from a large tribe of tens of thousands, and my father is the chief of the tribe, but our lives have been completely changed since the crafty slave traders came to my hometown."

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