Serving prison time with a helmet on?
Everyone's eyes converged on the rounded helmet with metallic texture.
No one knows what this helmet is, but whatever came out of Zeke's hands is definitely not simple.
"What is this all-metal helmet?"
"What kind of conspiracy is Elder Zeke playing?"
"It's getting more and more incomprehensible."
"It's a 30-day imprisonment. What's it got to do with the helmet? What exactly does Elder Zeke want to do?"
"After the warp drive, Elder Zeke has developed a new technology? But what does this have to do with serving a sentence?"
"..."
The sudden appearance of the metal helmet eased everyone's anger, and a question mark appeared on their faces.
"I was right."
The corners of Grace's beautiful mouth raised a slight arc. She knew that Zeke would do something, and it seemed that she had guessed it right.
"Is it new technology?"
Princess Elena's eyes lit up when she saw this helmet full of metal texture, and its surface was like a mirror reflecting light.
Zeke had told her that the new technological direction was the human brain.
This helmet should be Zeke's latest technological product.
"Wear a helmet and serve a sentence? There's nothing special about this helmet, right?"
Abra was vigilant.
"So, are you going to choose the death penalty?"
Zeke glanced at Abra.
"I'll wear it! It's just a helmet. An hour, right? Even if you electrocute me, I'm not afraid of you."
Abra thought the helmet Zeke put on him had some mechanism installed that could be powered on. But as long as it wasn't the death penalty, these petty things wouldn't be a problem.
Immediately, Abra took the helmet directly and put it on his head.
Abra felt this helmet was more comfortable than the 100,000 Eso helmet he bought while playing with motorcycles.
"Jarvis, let's get started."
Zeke smiled strangely.
Whoa!
The metal surface of the helmet suddenly lit up with a red light like a circuit board.
Abra only felt the darkness before him, and then a strong sense of drowsiness struck him. His consciousness suddenly sank, and he was no longer conscious.
...
"Ah!"
After an unknown amount of time, when Abra regained consciousness, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.
"This is... a prison cell?"
Abra found that he did not know when he was taken to a small solitary cell with four walls and an iron door on one side.
Abra came in before and left after staying for more than a month, so he is familiar with this place.
"Looks like I accidentally fell asleep in court. Huh! Zeke's brain is really lacking. Thirty days in prison and one hour in court? I don't think he is so powerful."
Abra, who had regained his senses, lay comfortably on the bed, "After thirty days have passed, I will be completely free. Then I have to ask Andy and the others to see which dog betrayed me."
He still believes that the reason why Zeke was able to get those videos must be that someone around him betrayed him.
Dang!
Suddenly, the sound of metal colliding came from the iron door, and Abra looked at it.
The iron door was opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a prison guard's uniform, with a firm face and a meticulous expression, looked at him indifferently.
"It's Old Manuel!"
Abra laughed at once, "Go get me a top-of-the-line computer. Get me the best keyboard, mouse, headset, etc. Get the money from my dad."
Abra crossed his legs and gave instructions familiarly.
"Bring him out."
As soon as Manuel Leguardia opened his mouth, the three prison guards around him entered the cell directly, grabbed Abra from the bed, and put handcuffs on him.
"Old Manuel! Have you got water in your brain?"
Abra suddenly became angry and said arrogantly.
"Take him away!"
Manuel ignored Abra's intentions and turned to leave.
Abra was forcibly led by the three prison guards and followed Manuel.
Abra kept swearing, constantly emphasizing his father's status as the Minister of Finance, emphasizing how powerful their family is, and just moving a finger can make Manuel unable to eat and walk. Ruthless swear words came from his mouth one after another, but Manuel was indifferent to it.
Finally, after passing through an iron gate, they took Abra to the rooftop.
Looking down from this roof, you can see the whole prison.
"Ten wake up whip first, to let him wake up."
There was a sofa on the rooftop. Manuel sat directly on it, picked up a cup of tea from the coffee table next to him, and said softly while drinking.
Abra was dropped on a railing that practiced pull-ups, and his hands were tied tightly.
A prison guard walked up fiercely with a leather whip as thick as a baby's arm.
"What are you doing?! Manuel, are you crazy?! How dare you lynch me!"
Abra's pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted angrily, "You bastard! If you dare to touch me, believe it or not, I will kill your whole family after I get out?"
Snapped!
A whip slapped Abra fiercely. He only felt a piercing pain sweep over him, causing him to let out an unstoppable roar of pain.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"
Abra let out a heart-piercing scream in pain. Since he was a child, he was always pampered and spoiled. How could he ever suffer like this?
Snapped!
With another whip, Abra was speechless except for screaming.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
With ten whips in a row, Abra wouldn't die. But the terrifying pain made him go crazy, like a wild beast.
"Old Manuel! You wait for me! Wait for me to get out of here! I'm going to cut your meat off piece by piece and cook it!"
Abra was furious with pain, and his bloodshot eyes were full of ferocity.
"He doesn't seem sober enough. Let's get another 20 whips."
In this regard, Manuel's answer is simple.
With a fluttering sentence, the rooftop once again resounded with the mournful howl of Abra being a pig being slaughtered.