"What's wrong with them?" Ling Zhi noticed that the prison guards' eyes were suddenly acting strangely, pacing back and forth in front of them, but he couldn't see them. He couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"It's an illusion."

"Hallucination?" How could I suddenly have hallucinations? "Brother Hongze, what did you do?"

"It's nothing, anyway—as long as it works, why do you have to worry about so much?"

"That's true." Anyway, Brother Hong is on his side. The more powerful he is, the more advantageous it is for him. Isn't that good?

Suddenly, the prison guards screamed in agony, their voices extremely shrill, as if they had encountered something terrifying. Many of them even waved their hands frantically, as if trying to avoid something.

The real show is just beginning.

Suddenly, two of the prison guards pulled out their pistols and fired at another guard.

The other one is the same.

Logically, the sound of the gunshot should have been enough to wake these people up, but the problem was that both of their guns were equipped with silencers, so they made almost no noise.

Only the two prison guards who were shot regained consciousness from the pain.

"Ahhh—"

The two prison guards, still in shock and just waking from their hallucinations, felt a sharp pain in their arms. They had been shot. "0321, you actually fired at us?"

"Look closely, it wasn't me who hurt you."

Different models of guns require different types of bullets.

Clearly, the two men in hiding had better guns than the one he was holding.