Above Broken Lake.
"It's over!" Kenmen shouted loudly, "The trial is over, let's go back!"
Except for Andrea who was still in a daze, the other six people couldn't wait to return to prison for reform, and looked at Ash eagerly. However, Ash still maintained the posture of holding the "Catalogue of Sinners", looking at them calmly without any movement.
Everyone was panicking - no way, was this jailbreak trying to kill everyone
Buzz.
Suddenly, the sound of a turbine engine came from afar. Everyone turned around and saw a speedboat sailing towards the lake, which was dyed red by the blood moon. Although the person on the boat could not be seen, it was obvious that this was not a middle-aged man who came to fish at night, but a blood-crazed hunter from the Hunting Hall!
Seeing that someone finally came to stop the escaped prisoners' misdeeds, instead of being happy, everyone became even more panicked!
No, we don’t want to come to the rescue after the trial is over!
Originally, the jailbreakers might still be considering whether to spare their lives, but now that they are frightened by the Criminal Hunting Office, they might kill them on the spot to provoke the Blood Moon Kingdom.
Now they no longer have any hope for the sanity of the jailbreak prisoner Ash - any sensible person would escape from prison honestly, instead of holding their own jailbreak trial, putting the mayor in the dock, and inducing everyone to talk about the dark side of the Blood Moon Kingdom that the glory cannot illuminate!
In their opinion, Ash Hiss no longer intended to live. He just wanted to turn his funeral into a circus and plan a gorgeous ending for himself!
But if you want to turn into fireworks, just do it yourself. Don’t drag us along to see the Blood Moon Lord!
Seeing the speedboat in the distance, Ash also took some action. He closed the "Catalogue of Sinners" and reached into the pocket of his windbreaker -
clang!
With the sound of a distant sword, a line of blood parted the Broken Lake, cut through the night sky, crossed the long distance, and pierced Ash's chest from afar!
This blood line seemed to be real, and with a sudden pull, it pulled the person directly from the speedboat to the sea-viewing terrace!
Seeing the figure landing on the rooftop, with blood-mad white sleeves, white hair and red eyes, the death row prisoners immediately felt relieved.
It was the blood-crazed hunter Gerard! The three-winged sanctuary magician!
With him here, this mere prison escapee must be—
"Hey?" Kenmen asked blankly, "Where is that person?"
Andreye finally came to his senses from the death of his political enemy. He turned his head to look at the rooftop and found that only Gerard was there.
And the host, Arthur Hiss, who brought them together and planned this Blood Moon Judgment spin-off, which may be the most watched in history, has disappeared.
There's no way he could escape without a trace in front of the three-winged magician, right
And Gerrard clearly hit him just now, so why did he disappear
Even if you're dead, there should be a body left behind, unless...
"Substitute spirit."
Gerard squatted down, ignoring the crucial "Catalogue of Sinners", reached out to pick up something that looked like a pen, and gently pressed the mechanism inside.
Ash's voice came from inside: "Yes, you are right, so I am not really asking you to tell me the 'illegal facts', but I am expecting you to tell me about the legal illegal acts of Financier..."
Recorders are common items for most citizens in the Blood Moon Kingdom. They are used to record other people's words and deeds. If you record someone's discriminatory/criminal words and deeds, you can report them to the Crime Hunting Office under your real name. The Crime Hunting Office will give cash rewards to citizens who maintain public order, and you can also improve your citizen credit rating.
Gerard looked at the pens on the ground, and he knew in his heart that the Crime Hunting Office had been tricked - all the words that Ash said in the live broadcast just now came from these recorders!
Because it was at least a three-wing level miracle to differentiate a true clone that could think, act and speak independently, the people in the Crime Hunting Hall never thought that Ash in the live broadcast room was fake. Gerard came here in a speedboat in person just to arrest the culprit as soon as possible.
Yes, although there is no evidence now, Gerard is convinced in his heart that the mastermind of this prison break must be and can only be the leader of the Four Pillar Gods cult, Ash Hiss!
Suddenly, Gerard found a recorder wrapped in a bow ribbon. He picked it up and pressed it, and a noisy voice came out of it:
"Hey? Igula, why don't you say anything? You were talking excitedly just now, saying that Gerard was kicked out of the institute for peeping at a legendary magician taking a bath, that Gerard spent a lot of money to help poor girls, that Gerard was a common plug for a dozen veelas... Can you tell me more? I love to hear these legendary stories."
"Alas, the famous 'trickster' Igola Bogin refuses to speak, so it's my turn to leave a message. Hi, Gerald Wilminster, this is the 'innocent' Arthur Seath. Although I want to advise you not to arrest me, I guess you won't listen to the unpleasant advice, so I can only advise you to arrest them."
"Igula Bogin, Archibald Harvey, Ron Chios, Ronald Wade, they are all big bad guys who have committed heinous crimes. Can you catch them first? Let me live in fear for a few more days, as a punishment, okay?"
"Don't get me wrong, Gerard. I don't mean to provoke you. I really think of you as a friend. So I wanted to leave a message to thank you."
"After all, if you hadn't let me go that night, how could I have escaped tonight? Thank you, Gerard, you are my hero."
Snap!
Gerard crushed the recorder, ignored the resentful looks of the prisoners on the stone pillars, and turned to look at the edge of the lake. At this time, dark clouds passed by, blocking the moonlight, and the sky and the earth were dark. Only the eyes of the Blood Saints were still as bright as fire.
"Ash, you don't even want to come here in person to say thank you. Isn't that too insincere?"
... ...
...
In the Pearl District of Kaimon City, at a construction site, five men in prison guard uniforms walked to the rooftop of an unfinished building and looked out at the bustling metropolis in the distance.
The Pearl District, also known as the 'Pig District', is like the Wheat Ear District, also known as the 'lower class district', where the lower class people of Kaimon City live.
The difference is that the lower class area has been there for hundreds of years. Although it is poor, it is lively and well-regulated. However, the pig zone is a newly planned area that has only appeared in the past twenty years. Due to certain political issues, its development has been shelved, and the area cannot even afford to let the civil engineering team finish building the building. As a result, a good future commercial district has become a large septic tank where gangs, vagrants and criminals gather.
Suddenly, all five of them felt their souls relax a little, as if some restraints had disappeared.
"Financière is dead, Xavi, your contract with us is over," said Langna.
Harvey nodded and said sincerely, "Thank you."
"Strange, we don't have a chip, and we didn't see how Finanxue died, so how come the contract was automatically completed?" Yaxiu asked curiously, "Could it be that the virtual realm can help us judge the progress of the contract, and when it finds that Finanxue is dead, it will immediately process the contract?"
"That's why every industry needs a Contract Master." Igula smiled and said, "Most of the time, the virtual world is the most fair judge. Since it succeeded, it means that Ash really presided over a blood moon trial with just those few recordings... How did you do it?"
“Isn’t this simple?”
"Simple? How do you predict what others will say?"
"I can tell at a glance that you have never given a business speech. How to induce others to ask the questions they need is a necessary skill in the workplace. Promotion and salary increase all depend on it." Ash spread his hands: "When you are beaten up by the client more often, you will naturally make more plans to ensure that there will be no mistakes."
Although he didn't really believe it, Igula couldn't say anything - after all, he was responsible for one-on-one personal direct sales, and Ash was the leader of a cult that engaged in group marketing. In this regard, Ash really had more say.
Ronald clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention: "Everyone, now that Harvey's contract has ended and we have successfully escaped from prison, we have come to the edge of Kaimon City. To our right is the city and to our left is the suburbs."
"So, it's time to disband, right?"
Langna, Igula, Xavi and others nodded happily. Ash said with emotion: "Thank you very much for your strong support. We were able to complete this almost absurd plan. This credit and honor belongs to each and every one of us!"
He put his finger into his mouth: "I, Ash Hiss, will never forget any of you—"
boom!
collapse!
Snapped!
Ash drew out the "Sword of Sweet Mouth" from his mouth, quickly retreated to raise the sword's barrier, swung the sword directly at Langna, and the heart sword pierced the bald man like a flying ray;
Ronna turned into a werewolf and pounced on Harvey, and darkness became his servant, sweeping over him like an overwhelming force;
Xavi waved his hands and shot out three gray-black death cones, piercing Igula, Ronald and Ronald respectively;
Ronald spread his hands, and a handful of steel balls stopped in the air for a moment before suddenly locking onto the Fraudster's guidance. The speed of the steel balls accelerated in a few tenths of a second to the point where they cut through the air and broke through the sound barrier.
Igula let out a mental scream on the spot, and the vibration ripples that emerged acted like armor to offset other effects and flying props. The sharp sound caused several cracks to appear in the unfinished building!
Now that the team has disbanded, they are enemies to each other!
Does anyone think that if we escape from prison together, we will become good friends who will trust each other through life and death? No way