"Boom"
The prison guard's emotionless knocking broke the tranquility of the cell.
Blake raised his head in the dark cell and saw a white form stuffed into the food delivery port. The long period of darkness prevented him from adapting to the sudden light immediately. "What's that?" He asked, his voice hoarse from chronic malnutrition.
"What do they usually call this, 'The Last Supper' or 'Gift from God.'" The prison guard said jokingly, "You will be executed tomorrow. You can ask for a big meal or a movie. In short, as long as it is something that can be enjoyed in our prison. Think about it, how about a girl? Hehe." His words made other prison guards laugh.
Blake's voice was unusually calm: "Give me a pen, I've already thought about it."
The prison guard looked at Black in surprise with a happy smile on his face. "What does this guy want from his grandma?" He grabbed the form handed over by Blake, and his expression changed drastically after he read the words on it. He took out the walkie-talkie in a panic: "Captain, this is 9494. There is a special situation here. There is a special situation here."