Chapter 118: The Prisoner 4

  "Guard, what's going on?" Teng Long shouted as he suddenly stood up.

  "Report, I don't know what happened either, it seems like there was a bomb explosion and gunfire."

  "I know it was an explosion and gunfire, you go take a look at what happened."

  "Prison director's office, what's going on? He Chengwu suddenly stood up and hastily walked towards the door."

  Before he could open the door, a "report" was heard.

  "He Chengwu opened the door to see a armed police soldier, covering his shoulder with his hand, blood flowing down through his fingers, pale and frightened, saying: The leader is in trouble, someone has raided the prison, their firepower is very strong, our ammunition is not much, we can't hold on for long, they are about to rush over."

  "What? Someone's breaking out of prison? He Chengwu heard this and his legs shook, almost falling to the ground. Damn it, crazy, crazy, what era is this, and there are still people daring to break out of prison."

  He finished speaking and turned around, hastily running to the office desk to pick up the phone, trembling as he dialed the city bureau.

  "Buzz!"

  "Buzz!"

  "Buzz!"

  "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up... Answer it! Listening to the increasingly close gunfire, I'm getting anxious and sweating profusely. After more than a dozen shots, no one has answered yet. What the hell are these bastards doing?"

  He dialed the number again, and this time someone picked up quickly. A lazy voice came over: "It's so late, what are you calling for? If you need to report something, call 110." Then there was a busy tone on the receiver.

  "He Chengwu was taken aback, then let out a furious roar, cursing: 'Damn your mother, don't let me find out who you are, or I'll shoot you dead with one bullet.'"

  "There's no way something so big can't be reported to 110, but when I finally got through on the phone, it was still that lazy voice, impatiently saying: Are you done yet? I said I wanted to report a crime and call 110."

  "What the f**k, you bastard, listen up! I'm He Chengwu, the warden of Nan Shan's second prison. We've got an unidentified armed group breaking in and we can't hold on any longer. Requesting backup."

  "Damn you, how dare you scold me? Don't you know I'm armed and can take over the prison? You think this is a movie? Whether I'm the warden or the mayor."

  "Just at this moment, the office door was kicked open with a bang, and a person wearing a ghost mask walked in. Behind him followed more than a dozen big men with their faces covered, exuding a strong murderous aura, holding micro-UZIs in their hands, staring at him with emotionless eyes, without any intention of interrupting his cry for help."

  "All that could be seen was the person wearing a ghost mask sitting on the sofa, with a glint of cold light flashing in their narrowed eyes from time to time. They smiled at him and said in a hoarse voice: Continue, I won't interrupt your plea for help. The more people you have, the more interesting this matter becomes."

  "What He Chengwu thought of first when he heard his words was that this person was either a madman or an idiot, in any case, not normal."

  "This was followed by a shout from the receiver: 'Damn it's true someone is breaking out of prison!' Then the phone hung up with a bang."

  "He obviously heard He Chengwu and others' conversation and went to report it to his superiors."

  He Chengwu put down the receiver, took a deep breath, and hid his somewhat panicked mood to ask: What do you want to do?

  "Haha...... Warden, can't you see what we're trying to do?"

  "Coming here is certainly a disaster, did you come to give me a gift?"