In the air-raid shelter, the remaining prison guards screamed.
Under the force of an explosion of such magnitude, the air-raid shelter was like being hit by an earthquake, and the ceiling fell down.
The Saint yelled, "Are the Chinese here again? Isn't Commons awesome? He's been broken into twice. I'm so fucked!"
Dark Snake squatted in the corner and shouted angrily: "Call Commons quickly! Did all your backers grow up eating shit? If all else fails, call the police!"
Hearing the two men's shouting and cursing, the prison guards were in tears - they had never seen such a situation before, as if their faith had been trampled upon.
As for calling the police? The warden was the government, and the situation was simply beyond the police's control. Thinking of this, the prison guards felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy and gritted their teeth to find a solution.
"Oh no! We can't make a call. We've been blocked." The prison guard said palely as he took out his cell phone.
"I'm really impressed by you!" the saint said angrily.
On the ground, after a round of grenade suppression, the Robot Wolf Squad arrived at the cafeteria ventilation vents via drone airdrop.
The area had been briefly cleaned up and covered with a tarpaulin. Once the tarpaulin burned, the robot wolf began to descend through the vents. This scene left the death row inmates stunned.
The death row prisoners who were looting the cafeteria had not yet come to their senses when a group of four-legged mechanical monsters suddenly dropped from the kitchen, making them feel uneasy.
"What's going on? Why is someone calling again?" The death row inmates were talking among themselves.
The riot hadn't ended yet, and many condemned prisoners were still venting their anger. The sudden appearance of the four-legged mechanical monster caused the condemned prisoners to stop fighting and stop to watch, their eyes filled with curiosity.
Boom! Suddenly, a mercury fulminate exploded above the prison.
The aftermath of the explosion caused the prison chandeliers to flicker continuously, and dust from above fell like snowflakes. The condemned prisoners stumbled and fled in panic, their heads in their hands.
Suddenly, a robot dog mixed in with the wolves turned on a signal light in a certain direction, as if establishing a communication connection.
"Hello~ Can you hear me, Mr. Zeng?" The robot wolf in charge of guarding the ward suddenly spoke.
"Who's looking for me?" Zeng Mishan, who was lying on the hospital bed, was stunned.
Zeng Qi promptly replied, "Dad, it's me. We've reached a deal. Get ready. You can really come out this time."
Hearing his son's voice, Zeng Mishan was extremely excited: "Great! I'm in the ward, and there is a persuaded doctor taking care of us."
Zeng Qi said briefly, "Don't hang up. The robot wolf has entered combat readiness. Notify us immediately if there is any danger."
As information sharing was enabled, the robot wolf left behind by Zeng Mishan began to act, entering the facial information of its own personnel into the friend-or-foe identification system, and at the same time, evaluating the current situation of the prison through an intelligent algorithm and sending it to all members of the Langhuo Mercenary Group.
At this moment, the prison's structural diagram became unilaterally transparent.
Having sensed the commotion, Ito Ren asked, "What's going on? It sounds like someone's coming to rescue us again?"
Zeng Mishan smiled wryly—he himself was confused. Before his son showed up, he'd even prepared for the worst, but things never turned out the way he'd imagined.
"Let's see the situation first. If I can get out today, I will burn a hundred kilograms of incense for the Buddha." Zeng Mishan said.
"Stingy! If it were my turn, I'd at least burn a ton of incense for Brother Guan." Itami Ren echoed. The two smiled at each other.
"Get ready to get up. Whether or not we can get out depends on this one," Zeng Mishan muttered, and began to put on his clothes despite the pain in his limbs. Yi Danren also took action, but his joyful expression was tinged with worry.
In the prison air-raid shelter, the prison guards fell into panic due to the interruption of communication.
Suddenly, a rapid phone ring rang, and Commons cursed, "Danny has been ambushed, run away!"
"Sir, what happened?" the remaining prison guard asked in a state of mental breakdown.
"No time to explain! Run as far as you can!" Commons said the last sentence and hung up the phone.
"Fuck!" The remaining prison guard cursed into the phone for the first time.
The situation has gotten out of control and everyone's expression is solemn.
The Saint roared, "Commons, you son of a bitch, you lied to me again! Going to Columbia is not cooperation at all. You are trying to use my territory as a refuge! You bastard, you are a piece of shit!"
Commons on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, then said coldly, "I can not go, but you have to take care of yourself."
In a very bad mood, Commons hung up the phone and immediately edited a text message to Dark Snake: "Kill the Saint, see you at the old place."
"Hello? Hello! Son of a bitch! Bitch! I'm not done with you!" The Saint yelled frantically into the phone, his curse words mixed with a lot of insulting words.
Dark Snake was in a dilemma - she didn't know whether she should obey Commons' orders.
"Follow me, I have a way to get out!" a remaining prison guard suddenly shouted.
Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, their will to survive instantly rising. The prison guard, along with Saint, Dark Snake, and the others, struggled to navigate the dim air-raid shelter. Stones occasionally fell from the ceiling, hitting them with a dull thud. Everyone was covered in dust and looked utterly miserable.
"Son of a bitch! Are Chinese people so cruel? Making such a big noise!" The saint cursed angrily, shaking his messy hair.
Above them, all areas emitting heat and signs of life were indiscriminately bombed. Goose egg-sized fumarate of mercury and tungsten steel shrapnel rained down—a utter annihilation.
Boom! Another loud bang shook the huge rock on the top of the air-raid shelter down, hitting the backs of two unlucky prison guards, and they were immediately bleeding.
"Ah--!" With a scream, the injured prison guard covered his back with one hand, limped and gritted his teeth to catch up with the team.
The Saint's face was covered in scratches, and his arrogance had long since vanished. Dark Snake followed closely behind him, his eyes complex and difficult to read.
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