Chapter 163: Horror, the responsibility of a tailor is (asking for a monthly ticket)
Wednesday, April 20, 08:10 AM.
Chen Ya was already properly dressed, with handcuffs and high-voltage anklets tightly binding him. He was solemnly escorted by the prison guards onto a bus.
The transfer operations this time involved prisoners with minor sentences in light prison areas, so no overly stringent preventive measures were taken.
The entire bus is equipped with reinforced explosion-proof glass. Every window is tightly closed and surrounded by a circle of sturdy iron hoops, as if giving the vehicle a layer of indestructible armor, ensuring the safety of the interior and isolation from the outside world.
The vehicle was equipped with only three prison guards armed with shotguns and two escorts wearing nano-light armor and equipped with 4 million volt high-voltage electric shock knives.
In addition to Dong Xu, Liu Yi, Gong Ting and Zhao Zhibao, there were eight other prisoners with minor sentences on board the car.
Chen Ya stepped onto the carriage, his eyes scanning every corner quickly and carefully like a searchlight, and his gaze lingered on the four team members in the car.
They pretended not to know each other, two of them sat in front of the car door, and the other two sat in the back.
Obviously, before Chen Ya arrived, they had quietly completed the division of tasks.
Once the bus slowly drives out of the shadow of the prison and gets rid of the constraints of the high walls, the two people in the front will act quickly and disarm the three prison guards cleanly and efficiently; at the same time, the two people in the back will also act tacitly and quietly eliminate the two escorts.
Everything is in place, waiting for Captain Chen Ya to issue the decisive action order.
He will touch the tip of his nose lightly. This simple action contains profound meaning:
Touching one nostril lightly means that the air in is less than the air out, which implies that no one will be left alive; if both nostrils are touched lightly, it means that breathing is completely blocked, which means that everyone will be killed and no one will be left alive.
In silent communication, team members do not need to speak, and they do not even need a detailed deployment plan before taking action. They can rely on their tacit understanding and spontaneously prepare for battle, highlighting a strong subjective initiative.
This high degree of self-awareness and collaborative combat capability is precisely the outstanding professional quality possessed by the [Destiny] A-level tactical team. It is also one of the reasons why [Destiny] is feared by other organizations and deeply feared by the Upper City Council.
"End the fight within 3 seconds. Kill everyone on the bus, including other prisoners, within 7 seconds. At the 11th second, take control of the driver's seat and start the bus to drive away. The above specifically refers to situations where the captain does not need to take action."
Chen Ya only exchanged a brief glance with the team members, and seemed to have interpreted the script of the entire operation from them.
Afterwards, Chen Ya slowly walked to the center of the carriage, slowly sat down, leaned his head lightly against the window, and closed his eyes slightly for two seconds.
At the same time, the four team members simultaneously received the secret order of "stay still and continue to lurk".
Their peripheral vision slid across the necks of the prison guards or escorts tacitly and obscurely. At that moment, the excitement and desire that had originally flashed in their eyes receded like the tide, and was replaced by the same timid expression of nervousness and fear about the future as that of the other prisoners in the car.
"There are a total of thirteen prisoners being transferred to other prisons. All personnel have arrived and we can set off."
The prison guard in the car checked the list, and after confirming that it was correct, he patted the back of the driver's seat, giving the signal to depart.
The prison guard in the passenger seat immediately picked up the intercom and reported his request to the prison's command tower.
On the high wall, the alert prison guard carefully moved the muzzle of the machine gun. At the same time, the heavy electric gate of the prison slowly started up in silence. With a low mechanical sound, it slowly moved to both sides, revealing a passage leading to the outside of the prison.
Ding! The alarm light in the prison suddenly flashed, turned red and rang.
The bus paused slightly as it was starting to move, as if it was also startled by the sudden change.
The prison guard in the passenger seat quickly took out the intercom and asked in a nervous and inquiring tone: "What happened?"
There was a slight electrical noise coming from the intercom, followed by a calm and composed voice from the "tower":
"A prisoner was found dead inside the prison, and the cause of death is somewhat unusual. However, this has nothing to do with you, so continue with your mission and set off."
The bus continued to move away. Several curious prisoners leaned their heads against the windows and looked back. Dong Xu, Liu Yi and the other four looked at each other calmly, then glanced at Chen Ya's seat and smiled knowingly at the same time.
That smile seemed to say, "Look, Captain, you couldn't help but go and reason with people last night. Before leaving, there was a lucky guy in Prison No. 4 who had his soul cleansed by the captain."
……..Let’s go back 5 minutes in time.
Cell No. 2126.
On the simple bunk bed, Wang Gousheng, who was sleeping in the corner near the toilet, was awakened by the urge to urinate.
He felt that he had slept so deeply last night that his neck was a little stiff and the back of his head was aching. He reached out and touched his head, sniffed his nose, and smelled a faint odor.
"Fuck, who was that idiot who didn't flush the toilet after taking a shit last night?"
Wang Gousheng was filled with resentment, and while mumbling, he climbed down from the bed to flush the water gun. To his surprise, the toilet was exceptionally clean, without the usual black or yellow sticky substance attached.
Wang Gousheng gently shook the old bird while sniffing the faint stench in the air in confusion.
He followed the smell, slowly walked to the bed, and finally stood above Yuan Dabiao's head.
As a prison bully, Yuan Dabiao never slept in a proper position. He habitually slept in a "spread" position, taking up as much space as possible and making it impossible for the prisoners on both sides to find a place to sleep.
However, at this moment Yuan Dabiao seemed unusually restrained, with his head resting upwards, his legs together, and his hands quietly crossed on his lower abdomen. His whole sleeping posture seemed peaceful and restrained.
His face was peaceful, his eyes were closed, without a single tremor, as if he was lost in a sweet dream, unaware of anything in the outside world.
Wang Gousheng lowered his head and observed carefully for a moment, and gradually an indescribable strange feeling rose in his heart. He always felt that Yuan Dabiao's sleeping posture at this moment revealed an indescribable weirdness, but it was difficult to describe this feeling specifically.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he finally found the crux of the problem. He noticed that there was a thin needle stuck in Yuan Dabiao's throat.
Wang Gousheng stood there in shock, feeling a slight chill on his back, as if countless cold air was seeping out from his pores.
He tried to muster up his courage and called Yuan Dabiao's name carefully and in a low voice several times. However, Yuan Dabiao still closed his eyes and did not respond.
The inmates around him were awakened by Wang Gousheng's voice and got up from their beds one after another. They soon noticed something unusual and looked at the sleeping Yuan Dabiao.
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Facing the inquiring eyes of his cellmates, Wang Gousheng took a deep breath and mustered up his courage. His fingers gently slid over the thin needle, then he slowly pinched it and carefully pulled it up.
"Slurp!" There was a slight sound, like the slippery sound of tomatoes being boiled in boiling water and their skin being gently torn off.
Dense wrinkles suddenly appeared on Yuan Dabiao's smooth forehead, as if a crumpled piece of paper was suddenly unfolded, and the creases retreated inch by inch, clearly and visibly in full view of everyone.
First, there was the scalp covered with tiny wrinkles, followed by the skin with thick eyebrows, then two lonely holes, and then two adjacent small holes and a crack in the lip skin... All this happened silently, like a horror drama captured in slow motion, which made people stunned and horrified.
It looked as if Yuan Dabiao's face had betrayed his facial features, abandoned them, and lined up to run away from home, sliding down his head and flowing like liquid, leaving its original position.
Then, this phenomenon spread to his neck, chest, arms, lower body, buttocks, and even to his feet...
The skin all over his body was slowly and unstoppably sliding down from his head, along the straight line of the bed, flowing silently to the cold ground.
Wang Gousheng retreated in fear, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief, as if he was frozen in place, watching a complete piece of human skin gradually unfold on the ground.
The skin seemed like a carefully tailored white jumpsuit, lying flat on the cold floor, neat and flawless. Every inch of the material was smooth and delicate, and there were almost no sewing stitches visible.
The entire cell was shrouded in dead silence, as if even the air had frozen and time had stopped in this moment of terror.
Then they all saw Yuan Dabiao, who was used to sleeping naked on the bed, still maintaining a quiet sleeping posture, but his whole body had turned blood color.
The crowd was so frightened that their throats seemed to be stuck by something and they could not make a sound.
Wang Gousheng finally realized what was wrong with Yuan Dabiao’s sleeping posture—it was too regular, so regular that he looked like a corpse lying in a coffin.
However, the corpse in the coffin was at least wearing clothes, but Yuan Dabiao stripped off his own "clothes" completely, leaving him completely naked!
At this moment, Yuan Dabiao, who had taken off his "clothes", seemed to wake up from a deep dream. The muscles on his bloody cheeks twisted and twitched, and suddenly his eyes widened, and those two bloodshot eyes stared straight at everyone.
"ah--"
Screams one after another broke the silence of the prison, followed by the sound of urgent alarms echoing in the air!!!
On the bus, Chen Ya closed his eyes to rest, and suddenly opened his eyes slightly. He caught the sound of an alarm coming from behind and gradually fading away.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a relieved smile.
Chen Ya knew in his heart that the alarm meant that Yuan Dabiao had taken responsibility for his sins, cleansed the filth in the depths of his soul, and was now clean and on the road to heaven.
At this final moment, Yuan Dabiao was expressing his gratitude and farewell to himself in this way before his departure.
Chen Ya thought to himself: "You're welcome. This is my responsibility as a tailor. My job as a tailor is to make sure every ugly body can wear the cleanest and most decent clothes!"
(End of this chapter)
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