"Died from being too greedy."

Yan Yu lowered his head and watched Dave's mutilated head roll down at his feet. He stepped over indifferently and stepped into the familiar dormitory amidst the smoke.

Blood was like splashing ink, covering the white walls and floors, twisted cell doors, railings twisted at weird angles, mutilated or smoking minced meat...

The severely wounded and groaning prisoner raised his head and glared at this guy in prayer, fear, resentment, or anger.

The prisoners who were lucky enough to escape the explosion looked tremblingly at the tall and looming figure shrouded in gunpowder smoke, with horror and despair written on their faces.

It seems like an angel is singing, like a devil is whispering.

Suddenly, a rhythmic sound sounded in their ears: "One bang, two bangs, three or four bangs. Five bangs, six bangs, seven or eight bangs..."

Two minutes later.

Yan Yu held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the hills of corpses piled up in the middle of the corridor. He gently threw out the last few grenades and opened his mouth to whisper: "Boom~"

BOOM!!!

The fire wave lifted the corpse and rushed toward the corridor exit with a terrifying impact...

Just in time, it slowed down Yan Yu a step, lifted up the corner of his clothes, and impacted the wall with unabated force, leaving a twisted pattern like an oil painting.

Instead of going downstairs, Yan Yu came to the corridor window, looked down at the chaotic scene below, went around to the other end and broke the glass, pulled the edge of the window to swing onto the pipe, and slid down.

"Jack?"

"Um?"

"Want to see fireworks?"

"..."

Rumble!!!…

In the five-story prisoner dormitory building, a few windows suddenly erupted with dazzling firelight, and the whole building was like a wounded giant, emitting an ear-splitting roar.

Cement blocks, tiles, and corpse fragments were scattered like a violent storm... they fell down with a rustle. The prisoners and their guards in the melee were defenseless, and suffered heavy casualties.

The place where the infirmary is located is no less generous. In an instant, the huge prison was engulfed in a series of explosions and loud noises, but there was no sound other than that.

"Pretty?"

Looking at the firelight that shot straight into the sky, Yan Yu squinted his eyes, threw away the remote control, and ran towards the office in his pocket.

"beautiful……"

"Beauty is good dynamite."

"..."

Yan Yu scratched his hair, pulled out his gun and killed two prison guards who came running: "But then again, I don't seem to have found Jason. Could it be that he was blown to pieces?"

"No, he's with Bol."

"Huh?"

"What I just heard, Jason is the person sent by the buyer. He wants to inspect the goods."

"interesting."

"They plan to sell you, and you find it funny?"

"Isn't it interesting to think about their reactions when they see me?"

"...You are really evil...Wait a minute, a hacker has taken action. This guy's skills are pretty good. He actually...give me some time."

"If nothing else happens, I should know who did it."

"who is it?"

"That's what our deal is, another chip holder."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"uh-huh."

"who?"

…

Move the timeline back to the present.

Bol angrily took a sip of wine and cursed: "Damn it, don't those idiots know that this is a prison? They won't say hello even if the power is cut off?"

"All capitalists are like this."

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Jason opened the boxes one after another, stroking a handful of sharp weapons that shone with cold light obsessively, and said with satisfaction: "Mr. Boll, I see your sincerity. In return, I can let you take a look first.

Look at the potion."

The swords Bol took out were not antiques that could be seen but not touched, but weapons made with modern craftsmanship and special metals. After all, Jason was not a collector. Weapons were used for fighting and killing.

Of course, just because these are not antiques does not mean they are not valuable.

On the contrary, some modern synthetic metals are more expensive than gold of the same weight.

"real?"

When Bol heard this, he immediately forgot about the power outage and came over with bright eyes.

Under the dim light of the mobile phone, Jason pointed to the emerald ring: "There is a medicine inside. When you twist the mechanism, a needle will come out and inject the medicine into the body."

"Why..." Boer asked with a strange expression.

Jason knew what he wanted to ask and sighed: "Each person can only take the potion once. The second time he will not be able to bear it and die. This is what I prepared for myself."

Bol was stunned.

He knew that people like Jason did shady things. If he was captured alive, suicide would be the most effective way to avoid leaking the news.

"This...wait."

Jason was about to hand the ring to him when he suddenly seemed to notice something. He stood up suddenly and looked at the office door warily: "Mr. Boll, you didn't call someone over just now, did you?"

"Everyone went to suppress the prisoners." Boer was confused and stared at the ring on his hand greedily, and replied casually.

"That……"

Tuk Tuk~

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Jason's question.

Bol frowned and asked impatiently: "Who?"

Bang bang...

The response this time was the dull sound of gunfire.

The bullet penetrated the Western-style cedar door, and with a rapid scream, entered the office amid flying wood chips.

"not good."

Jason's hair stood up instantly, and he subconsciously picked up a sword, dragging Bol who had not yet reacted, and threw him to the side.

However, even if his reaction is quick enough and his movements are quick enough, he can't compete with the speed of bullets, especially the target of the bullet is not Jason, but a middle-aged man named Boll...

Puff, bang! Crash...

Two bullets bloomed in Boer's chest as scarlet flowers bloomed as he screamed. One bullet shattered the whiskey bottle, and the mellow liquor splashed everywhere, falling to the ground like jade beads falling from a plate.

The last shot grazed Boll's shoulder, cut his sleeve, and then hit the coffee table with unabated force. The glass immediately shattered and exploded, and everything on the table crashed to the ground.

Damn it!

Jason was sweating frequently on his forehead. He glanced at Boer subconsciously. He was obviously breathing out but not in. A rose in his heart was blooming bright red, and a bullet pierced his lungs.

Can't live anymore.

Bol's remaining consciousness made him subconsciously grab Jason's hand and try to remove the ring from his hand. His eyes were filled with the desire for life: "Medicine, medicine..."

"Fake, get out!"

Jason punched him on the side of the head, and Bol immediately spat out blood foam under the heavy punch. He stared at him angrily for several seconds, his head drooped weakly, and he did not close his eyes until he died.

The gunshots died down and there was no more sound.

Jason didn't dare to be careless. He didn't even dare to move because he didn't hear the footsteps leaving the door.

Damn it, who is the other party?

What is his purpose?

Is he an enemy of Boss Carl or an enemy of Warden Boll?

if……

Squeak~
Chapter completed!