Listening to the surging noise of the crowd, I couldn't help but hold the gun tightly, because all this was done by two madmen who didn't want their lives, and they were not very old. If it were an ordinary person, who would carry it?

Risking your head being beaten to death to do these things? As things stand, most of the people in this building are prisoners, and they are thugs who regained their freedom not long ago. God knows what more outrageous things they will do.

Here's the thing. If you had 10 lives, you would probably lose them all to these people. Why would you mention mass riots? This is simply a method that only a fool would come up with.

But the problem is that Wei Lao and I are the lunatic who is desperate for his life and the fool with only half a brain. The more important thing is: we really freed the people from prison.

Suddenly, the crowd began to stir, and they were like an exploding ant nest. Whether they were prisoners or ordinary civilians, they were shouting non-stop. On the one hand, they wanted to suppress the crowd, and on the other hand, they wanted to be free.

Under such a stance, bloodshed is inevitable. Some people are so hungry that they have no way to get out of the prison door; some strong men immediately start fighting with armed thugs as soon as they go out;

Some just wanted to escape from the prison, running in panic along the corridors of the prison, trying to find an exit. But I didn’t hear too many gunshots, but more of the beating of batons and some melee weapons, and maybe there were

Broomstick. Is it possible that there are no guards equipped with guns in this prison?

"Look, they are starting to take action. Don't these idiots know that the weapons and ammunition here are separated?" After speaking, Wei Lao pointed to the thugs in the ordnance storage room downstairs.

This group of people panicked and kicked the outer iron door of the armory with their feet, probably in order to get the police riot control equipment inside to suppress the crowd outside.

Finally, under heavy blows from a group of prisoners, the door of the armory was finally kicked open by them. A group of people rushed in shouting, and then there were waves of clear and loud gunfire. The thugs were arming themselves.

.

When I saw this, I couldn't help but panic. If these prisoners were equipped with firearms, then we wouldn't be able to escape. With just the guns and very few bullets in our hands, Wei Lao and I would probably be able to hit two of them.

It was hard. But Wei Lao next to me looked relaxed and didn't seem to care about the prisoner's actions.

"What's wrong with them?" So in the direction where Wei Lao's finger pointed, I began to notice some details, that is, the group of thugs downstairs did not rush to use the guns, but threw the guns aside in despair.

, and went for batons and riot shields. They have guns but don’t use them. Could it be that the archers only want to play close combat? This is not playing house!

"You see, these fools don't know that ammunition and firearms in prison are separated." Wei Lao shook his shoulders and explained to me: "They can't even think about asking for those bullets!" "Those prison guards

Don’t you put the ammunition in the jail?” I asked.

"Of course not, and it's not their decision. If you want ammunition, you have to apply to your superiors, and the ammunition will be delivered to your door. At most, these prisoners can only get the guards' rifles or a small number of pistols." After finishing speaking

, Mr. Wei patted my aramid body armor, and then sneaked to the dark place at the end of the corridor. I put on my body armor again, put on my backpack, and looked back at the struggling crowd.

He followed Wei Lao with narrowed eyes.

. In addition, I also saw many scenes of ordinary civilians being beaten to death by thugs with sticks. To be honest, I did not sympathize with these people from the bottom of my heart. The reason was very simple. They had no intention of resisting at all.

.If you look towards the west corridor, you will know that those who dare to fight the thugs are actually far more numerous than the prisoners with weapons. Those who are afraid of death are only a minority. If they are all gone, you will

You can also see prisoners who were trampled to death.

After the mass riots, I didn't care about the progress. In the final analysis, they were just an opportunity to attract the attention of other thugs. So, the two of us took advantage of this opportunity and fortunately bypassed several positions.

The thugs also handed over two slinging sticks. I would not shoot until someone discovered our whereabouts.

"Hey! You two pigs, where do you want to go?"

You see, there were several thin prisoners carrying batons and riot shields blocking the way for Wei Lao and me. Just when I was about to turn back and find another way to escape, the iron door behind me closed in time, leaving only

A dull metallic collision echoed in my ears.

"Shit"! I couldn't help but curse these people.

"Go back to your pig cage," the leading prisoner said to us, "or I will break your nose!"

Why do I feel like this sentence sounds familiar?

"I'm not a good boy. It's you who should go back. If you make a mistake, someone will always come to wipe your butt. If you don't want to die, just get out of my way." I said harsh words on the spot, and the courage to support my words was mine.

The Type 92 pistol at the waist.

"Oh yo yo, that's really amazing. Boy, do you know where this is?"

"Whatever you say, you can dig your grave as deep as you want." Wei Lao impatiently pulled out his pistol. He didn't bother to listen to our blabbering here, so he directly aimed at a thin man and pulled the trigger.

After a burst of gunfire, the two prisoners rolled onto the steps screaming in pain. Only then did the others react and hurriedly hid at the corner of the corridor.

"Damn it! Damn it! Which one of you has a gun?" I vaguely heard the leader contacting others at the corner. When I heard this, I rushed over in a hurry. Before they called for backup, I had to hurry up.

Shut this thug's mouth.

"Hurry! These guys have guns! Did you hear that? They have..." Holding a pistol, I quickly rushed to the corridor and fired two shots at the wall at the corner. These two shots quickly silenced their words.

Go down, but still can't stop them. However, the fate of these people is just like mine. When you shoot and kill the first person, you won't think so much in your heart. If you are afraid of killing, then

It also comes from reflection slowly afterward. And at this time, if you want to kill someone, you have to do it well.

Soon, all the bullets I fired hit the roadblocks. They didn't cry out. Everyone was hit in the head and torso by the bullets, and then rolled to the ground, bleeding out.

When I was about to lament and ridicule these people, Mr. Wei patted me on the shoulder and reminded me that enemy reinforcements had arrived. Only then did I realize the seriousness of the matter: they were going to take prisoners equipped with firearms in the prison.

They all arranged to come here to suppress the masses. This means that more and more people will bleed next. I just hope that I will not be one of them.

To be honest, this prison is not very big, but it is very winding in many places. Wei Lao and I hid in a corner many times, avoiding the searches of many prisoners (of course they were not searching for us two), and we also took inventory of the clothes on our bodies.

Actually, the only weapons that can be used are a dagger and two pistols. I don't want to touch things like batons, which can't be used against guns.

Amid a burst of fierce shouts, the crowd broke through the perimeter of the cafeteria and came to the outside. At this moment, the prisoners carrying rifles had been waiting outside for a long time, and their spirits were always tense. When they saw the crowd rushing out,

These bastards had already opened fire, bullet casings popped out of the ejection window crazily, and the crowd fell down like wheat. The situation was extremely tragic.

Wei Lao and I hid under the counter in the office and saw this scene through the broken glass window.

I had anticipated this situation, and one thing I also anticipated was that the prisoners had exhausted the bullets in their hands. The crowd rushed forward, and with only toothbrushes, wooden sticks, and some utensils, they kept beating on the ground.

The human defense line formed by the prisoners. It was not until the prisoners were overwhelmed by the crowd and trampled to death that I discovered that the citizens had won an initial victory, and the remaining prisoners abandoned their weapons and ran out in unison.

The prison gate.

"Smash them"!

"Feed them to the dogs"!

"Don't let any of them go"!

"Scum"!

The crowd's emotions were still at a high, and they were collectively executing those prisoners who had surrendered or were unable to fight. Seeing their pitiful appearance, I couldn't help but ridicule from the bottom of my heart: Poor people must be hateful.

"Hit me! Beat me to death!" Several citizens were beating a prisoner with broken legs with wooden sticks. The prisoner was obviously unable to struggle. When I saw this, I got up and headed in his direction.

, blocked everyone's attacks with one hand.

"Stop, I want to ask a question!" I stretched out my left hand and stopped the arm of a young man who was about to wave his baton.

"What are you doing?" He asked me angrily: "Do you want to protect him?" When the rest of the people heard this, they cast hostile looks at me. How could I be careful?

I could see that this group of people had grasped their weapons again, as if they were ready to fight anytime and anywhere.

"I said, just ask a question." I said calmly: "After you finish asking, you can do whatever you want with him."

So, I set my sights on the prisoner and lifted him up with both hands. At this moment, he was still looking at me with his white eyes and the corners of his mouth turned up at an outrageous angle. I looked at him indifferently.

I looked at him, looking at his painful and helpless look. Under this situation, any anger was just a cover up. Then, I spoke.

"Your boss is here..."

"Bah"! He spat blood at me and laughed loudly.

The others looked at me and did not intervene

The prisoner in front of me looked at everything happening around him arrogantly and proudly, and then shouted at me with a bitter smile: "Do you really think you are a hero? If you are so powerful, why don't you kill me? Ah! Come on! Kill me.

me!"

I wiped the blood from my face and repeated unhurriedly: "Tell me, where is your boss?"

"You're going to kill me!"

"Kill you?" My emotions became more and more intense, so I lifted him, hooked him on the curved iron railing, and forcefully inserted the iron railing into his left thigh. This move made him feel uncomfortable.

The pain was so painful that he let out a cry of pain, saliva mixed with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"I'll do it for you right now!" I angrily picked up the glass shards and stuffed them into his wound.

"He hurt a girl! He hurt a group of innocent people!" I angrily tore open his wound with a piece of glass, and blood spurted out.

"Do you feel that you have a sense of superiority by doing this? Do you feel a sense of accomplishment by depriving others of their right to live? I think you are the one who is trying to be a hero! You are just a prisoner, and you will remain a prisoner for the rest of your life!"

"Tell me! Where is she!"

"He! Where!" I tore his wounds angrily. When I realized that this man had stopped crying out in pain, I came to my senses. The prisoner had been tortured to death by me.

My eyes stared angrily at the corpse in front of me. I was about to bulge out and swallowed it instantly. Looking at the mess outside the prison, I felt painful and powerless in my heart. The world that should have been able to cooperate and survive will develop.

Like this. During the time when I calmed down my anger, I just sat on the ground and gasped, watching the crowd execute the prisoners one by one, watching them vent their emotions and hardships, and watching the injured people.

I kept yelling angrily. Then, I saw a man running over and told me something, which inspired me to fight again.
Chapter completed!