However, those soldiers did not patrol the hallway very frequently, and not only that, but one of the soldiers standing guard outside the cell had gone off somewhere. There was now only one guard keeping an eye on the prisoners. In other words, all he had to do was get rid of this single guard somehow, and they would be free to escape.An idea materialized in Benson's head. Clutching his belly, he hobbled over to the cell door, grimacing as though he was in agony, and croaked, "Sir, I really need to go to the toilet. Can you do me a favor and let me?"The soldier looked torn. Benson continued, trying to look as frail as he could, "Sir, look at my injuries. Take a good look at me and tell me if I can even escape? You have so many people standing guard that there's virtually no way out for me. Please believe me. All I want is to go to the toilet…"The soldier was momentarily swayed by this. He was a trusting person, and he took pity on Benson. Benson, after all, was a fellow soldier.
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