I have known for a long time that the prisons in this country are so overcrowded.
If possible, the warden even hopes to 'clean up' some of the prisoners here. Even if half of them are cleaned up, the place still looks very crowded.
Scum, garbage, moths...
The warden, who was enjoying dinner in his office, was not in a good mood at this time. He is thinking about finding a few prisoners to have fun later, so that he can feel better.
After all, in such a boring place, only by playing with the prisoners can you feel a little bit of excitement in this place full of stench, noise, and death.
Suddenly, two strong lights came in from the glass window on his side, making the warden unable to open his eyes. At the same time, a phone call from the power center of this country also directly hit here.
"Retrieve the following two prisoners immediately, and the escorts have arrived."
The phone was hung up quickly, and the warden also saw clearly the source of the strong light, the armed helicopter!
Fa... what happened? Such a thing was dispatched to escort two prisoners? Although, the two prisoners mentioned on the phone are notorious guys.
"Ma, bring me Bucky and Doflamingo immediately!!"
Even so, the warden immediately arranged for his prison guards to extract these two guys from the tightly guarded cabin.
Not only here, but also in two other prisons on this hot summer night, the same situation happened.
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Rio Municipal Theater.
Song Haoran was looking at the screen on his phone, and lluvia was shooting the scene through the video.
All the guests were supervised at this time, and they squatted under the stage, making it very crowded. This reminded Song Haoran of the current situation of the well-known prisons in this country.
Because of leaving the scene halfway to communicate with his father, Song Haoran was 'fortunately' escaped this catastrophe, making himself less passive. At least, he has a lot of room to move outside the eyes of these gangsters.
"There are bombs, be careful, I will find a way."
After sending a text message to lluvia, Song Haoran began to think about the next action. This place is extremely dangerous, the gangsters have force that can fight the police head-on, and the explosives that can blow up the entire theater... The key is the existence of explosives.
There is no doubt that with his own skills, he was able to leave this place safely. After all, he was not trapped in the concert hall. However, it was impossible for him to just abandon his two subordinates and leave alone like this.
Decades ago, Dad traveled across the ocean and came to this continent alone, struggling and working hard, and built his current foundation, relying on nothing but a pair of bloody hands and friendship.
The meaning of love is worth thousands of gold.
He has always been educated like this...Teach him, if you want to make the people under you die, then please also have a relationship with them.
All the entrances to the concert hall are handled by someone, no matter whether it is inside or outside the door, once there is any trouble, there are probably more than a few guns waiting for you.
"It's a bit difficult." Song Haoran frowned.
Through lluvia's video, he naturally saw the occasional bullets from the stands in the VIP room. It didn't target a certain person present, it was like doing it casually. But it was precisely because of such actions that Song Haoran felt the cruelty of these bandits.
The real regard for human life is insignificant.
As for the outside of the theater, it can be seen from the window that the outside has been surrounded by a large number of police cars and assault vehicles. The police anti-riot team has already been on standby and tightly sealed off the four sides of the theater.
A little further away, the road has been completely blocked... The sound of the horns of the vehicles sounded like the city's dissatisfaction at night.
"It seems that we are negotiating... I just don't know what the conditions are." Song Haoran took a quick look, and then left silently. He planned to sneak into the back of the stage to see if he could get in.
It would be nice to be able to find where the bomb was installed.
Taking a deep breath, Song Haoran suddenly pressed his palm on his chest... His hand, through his clothes, seemed to be grasping something.
It was a small, round, sun-shaped ancient plaque engraved with ancient words. This was something he found from a hidden temple in the Amazon jungle as a result of his expedition.
Earlier, in the Spanish restaurant, he told the story about the jungle adventure with the domestic friend who had known each other for only one or two hours, and told the young man about meeting the terrifying python, but he didn't tell anyone. Man, for that expedition, he got such an ancient round plate or it would be more appropriate to make it a badge.
The emblem of the Sun God... Since Song Haoran didn't know the origin of this thing, he had already named this thing long ago.
Holding only the badge of the Sun God in his hand, Song Haoran closed his eyes tightly at this time. At this time, his mind seemed to be separated from his body, a light feeling made his soul seem to become happy, but his body was like a heavy shackle, which made him feel a sense of restraint at the same time.
The detached thoughts are spreading at this time, like ripples, gradually spreading to the edge of the theater.
And in his mind, this huge theater also began to be rebuilt. So, he 'saw' everything in the theater... Naturally including the guy hiding in the dark, and the buried horror enough to blow up this place.
After a while, Song Haoran opened his eyes again, his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, and at the same time he felt a sense of fatigue coming from his body.
This badge of the Sun God allows him to have this kind of all-round perception ability, but at the same time, every time he uses it, his physical strength and spirit will be greatly consumed, Song Haoran dare not use it too much.
"There are seven locations for the bomb." Song Haoran recalled the location of what he 'saw', "There are twenty-three bandits, and the leader is Roger..."
Ordinary people may have long forgotten about Roger, or may not know it at all. However, for Song Haoran who has been in the dark side of this land, it is naturally clear.
In the archives of 'Iris', there is a manual specifically listing dangerous people in South American countries, and this Roger is one of them.
The son of the former head of the Imperial Capital Headquarters... and the 'Emperor Capital Headquarters' can be said to be the most powerful gang in this country.
"A Senate president, guests from many countries, and many high-ranking people in society are almost enough if they are used as bargaining chips to negotiate with the country."
Song Haoran took off the jacket of his suit, folded up the sleeves of the clothes at the same time, stretched his neck, and showed a charming smile.
He likes to explore... This time, it was a very good adventure.
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"Bucky, Doflamingo, Moria, and Crocodile!" The old Senate elder looked solemnly at the lunatic in front of him.
He'd already remembered who Roger really was... the son of the gang leader who had named himself in such an unscrupulous way as 'Headquarters'!
"These people you want have already been extracted from the place where you were imprisoned." The elder of the Senate said quickly at this time: "But you also know that it takes time to send these people from different places, and only It can’t be delivered here in less than thirty minutes!”
"One minute late, I'll kill one." Roger said indifferently: "There are quite a few people down there, aren't they? Even if you're two or three hours late, it's still more than enough."
madman! Scum!
The elder senator's eyes became more and more angry, but he couldn't resist... He even looked weakly at a small object thrown on the table by Roger.
To be precise, this is a remote control with only one red button... However, it is such a simple thing that controls the lives of all the hostages at the scene.
A high explosive enough to blow up the entire theater... Thinking of such a horrible thing buried under his feet, the elders of the Senate could not calm down.
As for the 'greedy fat pig', it was even more unbearable, sweating profusely and trembling all over.
However, listening to Roger's threatening words, the elders of the Senate had no choice but to quickly dial the phone again.
Not long after, the old man said hastily: "Moria can get there the fastest, after all, the prison where he is being held is the closest to here! Roger, please don't completely anger the government, you should know that we will send people to Extracting it is enough to show our sincerity."
"Well... that's good." Roger nodded, "I haven't seen Moria for a long time."
Roger smiled, and the elder of the Senate was slightly relieved... At least this guy won't do anything too radical, right
Boom!
"But ah, I'm still bored."
This shot directly hit the cheek of an orchestra on the stage below, from the left cheek directly through the right cheek...
After this shot, the senior councilor had no time to imagine what would happen next. He just looked at the devil-like smile on the man's face in horror.
"Don't make me wait too long."
"Quick!! No matter what method you use, I will see these four guys appear at the gate of the theater in half an hour!!!"
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There were twenty-three gangsters in total, and they were extremely vicious.
These people, if left anywhere, can cause great damage. But even so, it is not an easy task for twenty-three people to completely control the entire theater.
Destruction is not the same as care after all.
The hostages in the auditorium lobby are fine. However, those who entered the VIP room in the first place may have slipped through the net, or someone may have taken advantage of the chaotic time to hide.
Roger's two subordinates are currently searching for these escaped fish from room to room.
The theater may still have a lot of staff outside the concert hall, but as long as they completely control all the hostages in the concert hall, it is enough. After all, no matter how good a theater staff is, it can't compare to an ordinary member of a foreign exchange group.
Thanks to the structure of this theater, the thugs only need to guard a few entrances and exits, which is enough to suppress the scene, and then assign people to search one by one.
"Hey, speaking of it, it's really because of the recent murders that have attracted most of the police force and relaxed our supervision. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to get into the UPP team so easily."
Holding the p-90 on his chest with both hands, one of the culprits looked quite relaxed at this moment, walking in the corridor on the upper floor of the theater, and opened a VIP room with his companions to watch.
Before that, I had already searched once, and now I am checking for omissions and filling in vacancies.
Roger is a complete lunatic, but at the same time he is also a cautious guy. This kind of search, no matter how many times he does it, he won't be too many before his goal is achieved.
Occasionally, gunshots would sound, and the two knew that their leader was having fun, so they just smiled at each other and continued to search.
At this moment, a figure quietly descended from the ceiling of the corridor the two had just passed by.
That was Song Haoran, he had successfully sneaked in here, and heard the movement of the two thugs, so he grabbed the ceiling and waited for the two to pass by.
When a person falls to the ground, there must be a sound, even the slightest is a sound. Hearing the movement, the two gangsters turned around in an instant, held down the p-90 and pointed it out like a thunder.
However, the figures in front of him were too fast. In just an instant, one of them had already fallen, and he didn't even know how the other party made a move.
The other gangster was also knocked down to the ground at the same time, and he didn't even have time to shoot. His joints were in abnormal pain at this moment, and Song Haoran's body was entangled like an octopus.
Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.
Song Haoran is no stranger to killing people. Many years ago, his father let him, who was only in his teens, walk into the jungle alone to fight with ferocious beasts. Since the age of sixteen, he has followed his father in war-torn places in chaotic South America.
Under the noble young master's appearance, there is a bloody pulse.
Song Haoran opened his hands at this time, and there were two bandits in front of him, one had his neck broken, and the other was knocked out.
Without any hesitation, Song Haoran pulled out a black saber from the unconscious gangster, and directly cut the opponent's throat...
"Twenty-one more."
What Song Haoran didn't realize was that when the two gangsters, especially the one with his throat cut, died, the 'Badge of the Sun God' that he was wearing next to his body lighted up slightly.
Just when Song Haoran was about to take care of the two corpses, a strange noise startled him.
In fact, activating the 'Emblem of the Sun God' will cause his perception to soar crazily, but on weekdays, his senses also become more and more acute. It seems that as the days get longer, the improvement of sensory convenience will continue .
For example, hearing, at this moment, his hearing is far better than that of ordinary people.
The source of the sound came from another box on one side. Song Haoran looked indifferent, and walked slowly towards the box.
He could already hear movement...the sound of footsteps.
Sure enough, there was someone hiding in the room, and hearing footsteps, he could be sure that the other person was terrified at this moment and was constantly backing away.
Maybe, still looking around, looking for a place to hide
In front of the door, Song Haoran stopped, suddenly smiled, and said calmly: "Don't be nervous, I am the person sent by the government to rescue you."
... It's strange.
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ps1: Don't complain about the names of those prisoners, and don't laugh. Because you said that foreigners’ names are hard to remember, so for the convenience of all book lovers, especially in terms of memory, I used local materials, definitely not because I am too lazy to name them (dead faces).
ps2: Once again, don't laugh, above.