He had known for a long time that the prisons in this country were overcrowded.
If possible, the warden even hoped to 'clear out' some of the prisoners here. Even if half of them were cleared out, the place would still be very crowded.
Scum, trash, vermin …
The warden, who was enjoying his dinner in his office, was not in a good mood. He was thinking that he should find a few prisoners to play with so that he could feel better.
After all, in a boring place like this, only by having fun with the prisoners could he feel a trace of excitement. This was a place filled with stench, noise and death.
Suddenly, two strong beams of light shone in from the glass window beside him. The light was so bright that the warden was unable to open his eyes. At the same time, a call came from the center of power in the country.
"Immediately pick up the following two prisoners. The escorts have arrived."
The call was quickly hung up. The warden was able to clearly see the source of the strong beams of light – an armed helicopter!
What … what happened? How could they dispatch such a thing to escort two prisoners? Even though the two prisoners mentioned in the phone call were notorious fellows, they were not the only ones who had a good reputation.
"Ma, ma, bring me Buggy and Doflamingo!!"
Even so, the warden immediately arranged for his subordinates to take the two fellows out of the tightly guarded cabin.
It was not just this place. On this hot summer night, the same situation occurred in two other prisons.
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Rio Municipal Theater.
Song Haoran was looking at the screen of his mobile phone – Lluvia was recording the situation on the scene through a video.
All the guests were being supervised and squatted below the stage, making the place appear very crowded. This reminded Song Haoran of the current situation in this country's famous prisons.
Due to the fact that he had left the venue midway to send a message to his father, Song Haoran was' lucky 'enough to avoid this disaster. This made him appear less passive. At the very least, he had a lot of room to move around, away from the eyes of the bandits.
"There are bombs. Be careful. I will think of something."
After sending a message to Lluvia, Song Haoran began to think about his next move.
。 This place was extremely dangerous. The group of criminals had the strength to fight the police head-on, and there were high explosives that could blow up the entire theater … The key was the existence of explosives.
There was no doubt that with his skills, he could safely leave this place — after all, he was not trapped in the concert hall. However, it was impossible for him to abandon his two subordinates and leave alone.
Dozens of years ago, his father had crossed the ocean and come to this continent alone. He had struggled and worked hard to build the foundation he had today, relying on nothing but a pair of blood-stained hands and friendship.
The meaning of love was priceless.
He had always received this kind of education … He was taught that if he wanted his subordinates to be dead set on working for him, then they should also be willing to sacrifice their lives for him.
All the entrances to the concert hall were guarded. Regardless of whether it was inside or outside the door, once there was any movement, multiple guns would be waiting for him.
"This is going to be difficult." Song Haoran frowned.
Through Lluvia's video, he naturally saw the bullets that occasionally came from the stands of the VIP room. It didn't target anyone present, it seemed like it was just a casual shot. But it was precisely because of this action that Song Haoran felt the cruelty of these bandits.
They really didn't care about human lives.
As for the outside of the theater, through the window, he could see that it had been surrounded by a large number of police cars and assault vehicles. The police's anti-riot team had already been on standby, tightly blocking the four sides of the theater.
A little further away, the road had been completely blocked … The sound of horns sounded like the dissatisfaction of the city at night.
"It seems that they are negotiating … I just don't know what the conditions are." Song Haoran quickly glanced and left silently. He planned to sneak to the back of the stage to see if he could blend in.
It would be best to find the place 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 grabbing something.
It was a small, round, ancient tablet in the shape of a sun. It was engraved with ancient words. It was something he got from an expedition — from a hidden temple in the Amazon jungle.
Earlier, in the Spanish restaurant, he had told the story of the jungle adventure to his Chinese friend, whom he had only known for one or two hours. He also told the young man about the terrifying python, but he did not tell anyone that during that adventure, he had obtained such an ancient round plate. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a badge.
The badge of the Sun God … Since he didn't know the origin of this thing, Song Haoran had already named this thing.
Holding only the badge of the Sun God, Song Haoran closed his eyes at this time. At this moment, his thoughts seemed to have left his body. A feeling of lightness seemed to have made his soul happy, but his body was like a heavy shackle, making him feel a sense of disgust and restraint at the same time.
His detached mind was spreading at this time, like a ripple, gradually spreading to the edge of the theater.
In his mind, this huge theater also began to be reconstructed. So, he "saw" everything in the theater, including the guy hiding in the dark and the terrible thing that was buried enough to blow up this place.
After a while, Song Haoran opened his eyes again. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and he felt a sense of fatigue coming from his body.
This badge of the Sun God allowed him to have this comprehensive perception ability, but at the same time, every use would greatly consume his physical strength and mental strength. Song Haoran didn't dare to use it too much.
"There are seven locations of the bomb." Song Haoran recalled the location of the thing he "saw," "There are twenty-three bandits, and the leader is Roger …"
Ordinary people may have long forgotten about Roger, or they didn't know him at all. However, for Song Haoran, who mingled in the gray side of this land, naturally knew.
In the archives of 'Iris', there was a special information booklet listing the dangerous people of South American countries — and this Roger was one of them.
The son of the former head of the Imperial Capital Command … and 'Imperial Capital Command' could be said to be the most powerful gang in this country.
"A Senator, guests from many countries, and many upper-class people. It's almost enough to use them as bargaining chips to negotiate with the country."
Song Haoran took off his suit jacket and folded up his sleeves at the same time. He stretched his neck and revealed a charming smile.
He liked to explore … and this time, it was a very good adventure.
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"Bucky, Doflamingo, Moria, and Crocodile!" The old Senator looked at the madman in front of him with a solemn expression.
He had already remembered who Roger was … the son of the gang leader who once named himself 'Command' in such an unscrupulous way!
"The people you want have been extracted from the place where they were imprisoned." The old Senator said quickly, "But you also know, it takes time to send them from different places. There are less than 30 minutes left, they can't be sent here!"
"I'll kill one if one minute is late." Roger didn't care, "There are many people down there, aren't there? Even if they are late for two or three hours, it's more than enough. "
Madman! Scumbag!
The anger in the eyes of the old Senator became more and more intense, but he couldn't resist … He even looked at a small item that was thrown on the table by Roger.
To be exact, it was a remote control with only one red button … However, such a simple thing controlled the lives of all the hostages at the scene.
High explosives enough to blow up the whole theater … Thinking of such a horrible thing buried under his feet, the old Senator couldn't calm down.
As for the 'Greedy Fat Pig', he was even more unbearable, sweating profusely and trembling all over.
However, listening to Roger's threatening words, the old Senator had to dial the phone quickly again.
Soon after, the old Senator hurriedly said, "Moria can arrive as soon as possible, after all, his prison is the closest to here! Roger, please don't completely enrage the government. You should know that we have shown our sincerity by extracting the hostages as soon as possible. "
"Well … good." Roger nodded, "I haven't seen Moria for a long time."
Roger smiled, and the old senator sighed in relief … At least this guy wouldn't do anything too extreme, right?
Bang —!
"But, I'm still bored."
This shot directly hit the face of an orchestra member on the stage below, piercing through the left side of his face and through the right side of his face …
After this shot, the old Senator had no time to imagine what would happen next. He just looked at the devilish smile on the man's face in horror.
"Don't let me wait too long."
"Hurry up!! No matter what method you use, I want to see these four guys appear at the gate of the theater in half an hour!!! "
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There were a total of 23 bandits, and they were extremely vicious.
No matter where these people were, they would be able to cause great destruction. But even so, it was not easy for 23 people to completely control the entire theater.
After all, destruction was not the same as guarding.
The hostages in the concert hall were still fine. However, those who had entered the VIP rooms might have slipped through the net, or some people might have taken advantage of the chaos to hide.
Roger's two subordinates were currently searching for these fish that had escaped the net one by one.
There might be many staff members outside the concert hall, but as long as all the hostages in the concert hall were under control, it would be enough. After all, no matter how excellent the theater staff was, they could not compare to an ordinary member of a foreign exchange group.
Thanks to the structure of the theater, the thugs only needed to guard a few entrances and exits to suppress the scene. Then, they would assign people to search one by one.
"Hey, speaking of which, the recent murders attracted most of the police force and relaxed their supervision on us. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to sneak into the UPP team so easily."
Holding the P-90 in front of his chest with both hands, one of the bandits seemed quite relaxed at this time. He walked in the corridor on the upper floor of the theater and opened a VIP room with his companion.
Before this, they had already searched once, and now they were looking for loopholes to fill in the gaps.
Roger was a complete madman, but at the same time, he was also a cautious guy. He would not complain about this kind of search no matter how many times he had to do it — before his goal was achieved.
Gunshots occasionally sounded. The two knew that their leader was having fun, so they just smiled at each other and continued to search.
At this time, on the ceiling of the corridor that the two had just passed, a figure quietly fell to the ground.
It was Song Haoran. He had successfully sneaked in here and heard the movements of the two bandits, so he went to the ceiling and waited for the two to pass by.
People inevitably made a sound when they landed, no matter how soft it was, it was still a sound. Hearing the movement, the two bandits instantly turned around and pointed their P-90 at him.
However, the figure in front of them was too fast. In just a moment, one of the bandits had already fallen. He did not even see how the other party attacked.
The other bandit was knocked to the ground at the same time and did not even have time to shoot. The joints in his body were in extreme pain at this time, and his body was wrapped around by Song Haoran like an octopus.
Brazilian jiu-jitsu.
Song Haoran was no stranger to killing. Many years ago, his father let him, who was only in his teens, go into the jungle alone to fight with ferocious beasts. Since the age of sixteen, he had followed his father to various war-torn places in chaotic South America.
Under the appearance of a nobleman, there was a bloody pulse.
Song Haoran opened his hands at this time. Of the two bandits in front of him, one had his neck twisted and the other was knocked unconscious.
Without any hesitation, Song Haoran pulled out a black military knife from the unconscious bandit and directly cut his throat...
"Twenty-one more."
What Song Haoran did not notice was that the moment these two bandits, especially the bandit whose throat was cut, died, the 'Sun God's Badge' he wore lit up slightly.
Just as Song Haoran was about to deal with these two bodies, a strange sound alarmed him.
In fact, activating the 'Sun God's Badge' would make his perception soar crazily, but on normal days, his senses would also become more and more sensitive. It seemed that as the days passed, the improvement of his senses would continue.
For example, his hearing at this moment was far better than that of ordinary people.
The source of the sound came from another private room on the side. Song Haoran's expression was indifferent as he slowly walked towards the box.
He had already heard the movement … It was the sound of footsteps.
There was indeed someone hiding in the room, and hearing the footsteps, he was sure that the person was very frightened at this time and kept retreating.
Perhaps, he was still looking around, trying to find a place to hide?
In front of the door, Song Haoran stopped, suddenly showed a smile, and calmly said, "Don't be nervous, I'm the person sent by the government to save you."
… As if.
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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 difficult to remember, so for the convenience of readers, especially when it comes to memory, I used local materials. It's definitely not because I'm too lazy to give names (dead-face).
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