A separate suite with no roommates and is separated from all activity areas of other prisoners. Almost any reasonable request of the prisoner living here will be met. He (or she) can ask to see any of his or her family members.
If he chooses to eat any delicacies from the mountains and seas, no matter what he says, the prison guards will immediately take care of it.
At first glance it seems like a VIP suite with unique perks, but even the most vicious prisoners would never want to come here if possible.
The reason is very simple, this place is only for death row prisoners.
It has been a while since we welcomed new guests here, and the last prisoner who was sentenced to death was three years ago, until now.
Aslan is the long-lost owner of this room. He was sentenced to death a month ago, and now the execution date is coming soon. This makes both jailers and prisoners stay away from him this month, and no one dares to find him.
trouble, because you never know the consequences of messing with a dying man.
Especially when that person is Aslan Khalifa.
If someone were to interview anyone who knew him well and ask what kind of person Aslan Khalifa was, the word that would appear most frequently would undoubtedly be "crazy."
Because this is definitely the most pertinent evaluation. He seems to be born for killing. He has appeared on the list of troubled teenagers who bullied and fought many times since he was a student. When he grew up, he joined a local gang.
It's not a big gang, but it has a lot of people. However, during a certain conflict with his superiors, Aslan killed everyone in the organization by himself. The method was extremely cruel, and he created a massacre that shocked the entire city.
The blood eucalyptus of the above-ground and underground world.
After that, he was wanted on a nationwide warrant, and while being hunted, he brutally killed more than a dozen innocent civilians, and even many security guards lost their lives at his hands. The level of cruelty was unbelievable.
It was precisely because of this that he was sentenced to death almost immediately after being arrested.
But Aslan didn't care at all.
There was only the last day left before the execution, but he didn't even think about it. At this time, he was in his VIP suite, punching the reinforced alloy wall of the cell one after another, echoing in the confined space.
A dull ringing sound.
Of course, he is only a human being after all, a body of flesh and blood. No matter how hard the fist is, it cannot be stronger than the reinforced alloy wall panels. The cells designed for death row inmates have discarded almost all superfluous parts, and the daily activities of prisoners have also been reduced to the necessary level.
This makes jailbreaking almost impossible.
His fists were already covered in flesh and blood, and it was very likely that they would be broken within a few punches. But he seemed to not even feel the pain, punching one after another, and continued to mechanically wave his blood-soaked fists against the wall.
There is actually no point in doing this. It is not that he can really fight his way out of this indestructible cell with his fists. He is simply venting his excess power and releasing the destructive impulse that has nowhere to go.
Leicheng Daily's evaluation of him was very accurate in a report, "Aslan Khalifa is a pure beast, his muscles think faster than his brain." He kills just because he wants to kill. He destroys just because he wants to.
Purely for destruction. Which is why he is extremely dangerous.
Fortunately, he is about to die.
This is how it should be.
"Haha... look at you, you look really embarrassed."
The sound rang out in the closed cell. Aslan stopped what he was doing, narrowed his eyes and turned his head.
No one is there.
"Your talents should not stop here." The voice rang again, "We should not stop here. They sentenced you to death and ended it on their own initiative, as if they really had the final say.
Similar.
Those ridiculous people want to see the news of your death on TV or in the newspapers. Because they are afraid of you, it will reassure them and allow them to sleep peacefully at night."
The voice laughed gloomily twice, and the laughter echoed in the small space.
"But it doesn't have to be that way." The voice continued, "Tomorrow doesn't have to be your end, it can also be a starting point...our starting point."
Aslan kept his gloomy eyes, like a startled wolf looking for prey.
"Who are you?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
The voice burst out laughing.
"Me?" it smiled, "I am...you."
...
moment.
"Be alert, boys."
The potbellied warden walked in the narrow corridor.
"Keep your eyes open, follow closely, and keep your bullets loaded.
Once the guy crosses the security line, you shoot him directly.
Once he makes remarks that imply offensive tendencies, you will immediately shoot him.
Don't worry about accountability, if someone kills him, everyone on this planet owes that hero a medal."
"You're a little too nervous, chief." The guard captain said as he followed him, "I know he has done many things, but now he is unarmed and only one person, and we are fully armed."
"Don't take it lightly. He is the most dangerous person I have ever seen in my life."
While he was talking, the warden had already arrived at the door of the special cell.
"Now, open the door. Be careful, he may attack you." The warden stepped aside.
"Yes, sir."
The captain stepped forward, fumbled out a bunch of keys, found one of them and opened the door.
The moment this heavy-duty iron door was opened, everyone almost suffered a cardiopulmonary arrest.
There was no one inside.
"Impossible!" the captain exclaimed, "There is no other entrance or exit here, how could he...!?"
"Level 1 alert." The warden immediately came to his senses, "We have a very high-risk prisoner on the run..."
Before he finished speaking, when he turned his head, he saw that devilish face that he would never forget.
He was a jailer who was following the team. Because he was wearing a helmet and protective gear, and the light was dim and no one was paying attention, no one noticed him.
But when he looked at the jailer at this moment, that twisted and weird smile, which seemed to be unlike the sinister eyes that humans can have, he was clearly the prisoner on death row who was supposed to be in this empty cell.
Somehow, he escaped from his prison and probably killed a jailer. He put on the clothes of the jailer and followed the group silently, as if taunting them all.
"No!" the warden shouted, "It's Khalifa, hurry up..."
But it was already too late. With a cruel smile on his face, Aslan Khalifa raised the gun without saying a word, and fired a hail of bullets at the person next to him. In an instant, blood surged out like a fountain, and a
The whole team of jailers didn't even have a chance to react and their bodies were scattered all over the place.
The jailer who fired took off the protective gear on his head, revealing his slovenly and cruel face.
"You...it's you!"
The warden looked at Aslan who suddenly appeared in front of him, his face full of shock and fear.
"But how did you...!?"
Another person appeared from behind.
No, it's not accurate to say that it was a human. That thing just had a human-like body shape and slender limbs, but its body was mainly green and it had devilish dark red eyes.
A phantom.
Approaching his execution, on the last day of his life, Aslan Khalifa gave birth to a phantom in his body.
The Phantom walked to the captain who was shot and fell to the ground and was groaning. He spread his fingers, grabbed the captain's head and lifted his feet off the ground, ignoring the blood gurgling from the gunshot wound and the painful moans of the latter.
.
"Come meet my new friend, the Warden." Aslan said expressionlessly, "I call it 'Destruction'."
He paused as he spoke, then narrowed his eyes and looked at the captain who was lifted up into the air.
"I remember when I first came in, were you having fun with the water gun?"
The captain struggled to squeeze out his words through his teeth: "Please, I have a family..."
"Really? That would be great."
As soon as the voice fell, Phantom "Destruction" already exerted force on his hands.
The captain's head was pulled out from his neck... dragging a long spine, wrapped in sticky blood, like a flying snake.
The warden sat down in a pool of blood, his hands and feet so weak that he could hardly move.
Destruction casually threw aside the captain's dead head and the vertebrae attached to it, and Aslan looked at the warden expressionlessly.
The warden knew that his life was hanging by a thread, and he tried to calm down.
"I can help you get out of here. There is a layer of fingerprint verification outside. You need me..."
"No."
Aslan Khalifa interrupted him, and at the same time leaned over and pulled out the sharp knife from a dead jailer.
"I just need your hand."
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