Chapter 265 Turning around

   At this moment, the prison guards were already terrified by the scene in the confinement room.

  If it was changed to normal times, there was a prisoner holding a thumb-sized test tube and shouting that it was explosives, he would only think that the other party was a fool.

  But everything in front of him made him believe it.

at this time.

   In Dean's hand, the test tube filled with flocs has begun to bubble a lot.

  Even Dean's steady state of mind like an old dog, he couldn't help becoming anxious: "There are at most ten seconds before the test tube will explode. If you don't want to die, open the door!"

   This urgent tone finally brought the prison guard back to his senses.

  He just glanced at the test tube, which was obviously reacting violently. He didn't dare to think too much, and hurriedly took out the key trembling, and opened the door of the confinement room.

  The door opens.

  Dean quickly withdrew his arm, then threw the test tube inside, and rushed out of the confinement room.

next moment.

  Boom ~ a slight shock wave.

The opened iron door was slammed open, and at the same time, a pungent chemical poisonous gas, accompanied by the **** smell that filled the confinement room, gushed out, and the prison guard who stood stupidly standing there rolled his eyes and went into shock. past.

  Dean lay on the ground, waiting for the smell to dissipate before getting up with lingering fear.

   Fortunately, he was cautious enough to prepare the means of self-protection in advance.

   Otherwise, relying on the current small body, facing the malice from the prison, even if he killed the strong man just now, it would be impossible to get out so smoothly.

  He wiped the blood all over his face, walked in front of the prison guard in shock with a gloomy expression, and began a body search.

  According to Patton.

  Each prison guard has a six-hour shift, and there are inspection teams from time to time, and every two hours, the prison guards on duty need to clock in electronically to prevent accidents.

  So even if no one noticed the movement here.

  The situation here cannot be concealed for long.

  Time is his lifeline for Dean.

   "Thank you for the firepower configuration of the prison guards here!"

   After some searching, Dean was surprised and delighted.

  Maybe it is the relationship of on-duty.

  The prison guard had only one Glock pistol, equipped with two magazines, with a total of less than forty rounds of bullets.

   But in the duty room, there is an AK74 assault rifle!

  Gun in hand.

  A sense of confidence in control surged into my heart.

   Various parameters of the Glock in hand naturally came to Dean's mind.

   Just need to fire a shot or two to get familiar with ballistics and recoil.

  Dean is confident and becomes the **** of deadshot within fifty meters again!

   As for the first bullet, to whom?

  Dean looked at the prison guard on the ground.

   But before that.

   He needs to interrogate the layout of the prison and Patton's phone! !

   A few big mouths come down.

  The prison guard who was in shock, whimpered and regained consciousness.

   Facing the dark muzzle.

   This guy chose to beg for mercy very decisively: "Don't kill me, I can help you escape!"

   "I need the layout of this prison, plus.."

  Dean threw the mobile phone found from the prison guard in front of him: "Do you have Barton's phone number!"

  This guy, except for his family's phone number, doesn't have a colleague's phone number in his phone!

"no problem!"

The prison guard hurriedly got up, took out a pen and paper from the drawer, drew the topographic map of this small prison, and explained at the same time: "The entire prison is divided into light and heavy detention areas, and corresponding logistics are arranged. And the checkpoint area, which is surrounded by two squares, and the periphery is the dormitory, kennel, and leisure area”

   said.

  He wiped the sweat that gushed out of fear:

   "The confinement room we are in is located in the middle of the two. It is usually used to process some prisoners who have been greeted, and then they will be pulled to the morgue.

  In order to facilitate the transfer of corpses, the morgue is located at the outermost edge of the prison. As long as you pretend to be a prison guard and transport the corpses with me, you can use the buildings of the morgue to climb over the wall and escape!

  The captain here has already said hello, and no one will come over in a short time, so you have enough time to leave! "

   This prison guard is trying to save himself.

  Because if Dean wants to pretend to be a prison guard, he needs his cooperation.

   And this is his chance of surviving!

  Dean shook his head and pointed his gun at the phone: "Call Barton!"

  The prison guard tremblingly took the phone and started pressing the buttons.

**** it!

  If this prisoner knew Barton, wouldn't he be worthless and dead?

  What should I do now!

at this time.

  The landline phone in the duty room suddenly rang!

  The prison guard breathed a sigh of relief.

  He looked eagerly at Dean.

  Dean nodded: "Play the voice!"

  The prison guard obediently pressed the speakerphone.

   From the other end of the phone, a strong male voice came immediately: "Ariel, have you dealt with that idiot detective?"

  Ariel, the prison guard who was pointed at by Dean with a gun on his head, looked at Dean for help, and explained with his mouth: "This is the prison guard captain, that is, the person who gave the order."

  Dean grinned, nodded, and motioned for him to answer yes.

  Ariel did as he did.

  There was no doubt over there, and hung up the phone directly.

   This made Ariel, who originally wanted to do something, had no choice but to pick up the phone again, and dialed the number of prison guard Barton dilly-dally.

   But on the other end of the phone, no one answered.

   "Are you sure you dialed the number, okay?"

   "This is really Barton's call!"

"OK!"

   bang~

  Dean pulled the trigger without hesitation!

  Looking at the prison guard Ariel, who was dying, Dean indifferently grabbed the disinfectant used for cleaning and poured it on his **** body.

   When he was being transported, he saw the patrol team here, and he was leading the police dog with him.

  This kind of police dog, when training, will generally be specially trained to form a conditioned reflex for a specific smell.

  The smell of disinfectant can cover up the smell of blood on his body to a certain extent.

  The abnormality here is estimated to be discovered soon.

  Since Barton can't count on it.

   Then I can only save myself!

  The wet disinfectant dripped onto the floor.

  Dean put on the prison guard uniform pulled off Ariel's body, adjusted his breathing rate, opened the closed door at the end of the corridor, and walked out of this cold confinement facility.

  Out of the detention center.

   Dean immediately checked through the surrounding buildings to confirm that Ariel had not lied to him before.

  Ariel's greatest value is to give Dean the safest escape route.

  Dean is about to run away from the morgue!

   Such a risk is undoubtedly more concealed and safer than releasing the prisoners and making a big commotion.

   Along the way.

  Dean seemed to be walking normally, but in fact he was already very energetic, for fear of encountering a patrol team with police dogs.

  Perhaps it was Barton's commotion in the kennel that made a great contribution.

Dean had never met anyone from the patrol team until he approached the first checkpoint. However, the prison guard on duty who was patrolling the surroundings couldn't see Dean's face because of the angle. Seeing that he behaved normally, There is no doubt.

that's all.

  Dean came to a small iron gate very smoothly.

  Passing through this small iron gate is the mortuary that the prison guard said was headshot.

   Climb along the mortuary building.

  Dean can jump off the prison wall and escape.

   Outside the iron gate is a sentry box.

  The sentry box is inside but not outside.

   This made Dean suspect that there was a sentry box outside.

  So he didn't shoot directly, but approached, and when he saw the suspicion on the prison guard's face, he rushed up suddenly, pointed his gun at the poorly trained prison guard, and threatened, "I'll kill you if you open your mouth."

at this time.

  In the room of the small hotel, Barton, the prison guard whom Dean had hoped for, was weakly opening his eyes.

   Just woke up.

  A sharp pain came from the lower body.

  Patton suddenly remembered the scene before he lost consciousness: several people swarmed up, and squeezed inhumanely on himself whose heart was almost jumping out of his chest cavity!

"you're awake?"

   Right at this moment, the woman who had easily brought Barton down before him appeared in front of him again.

  Barton's legs were dislocated, unable to get up, he could only lie on the ground, and said in despair, "I think you can trust my words now."

"I've sent the things for testing, but since you are still alive, it means that even if there are side effects, the problem should not be serious, so..." The woman's eyes flashed with excitement: "We can talk about you now." What do you want to exchange for the formula of this thing!"

   These words revived Barton, who had lost all hope because of his brother's death in battle.

  He hurriedly said: "I hope you can send me and my family and relatives to the United States, provide legal and safe identities, and secure jobs. As long as you don't silence me, I don't have any other requirements!"

"that's it?"

  The woman was shocked!

  As long as the IQ is normal, he can know the value of the reagent that Barton took before.

   By contrast.

  Barton's conditions are really too cheap.

  Barton nodded: "That's all!"

  In prison, he saw a lot of emerging heroes who died of his own greed, and he was very confident. What's more, it was Dean who actually had the reagent formula. Barton would rather ask for less than end up being silenced.

  The woman took a deep look at Barton and nodded:

   "I swear on my family honor, as long as we get the formula, no matter whether the formula can be exchanged for the corresponding value in the end, your conditions will be fulfilled!

   Now, you can come up with the recipe! "

  Barton shook his head: "The formula is not in my hands, actually."

  Although I know that there are enough people who know about this, I am actually the real safe.

   But now he has no choice at all.

   Fortunately, I brought a group of relatives this time.

   And Dean is still in jail.

  This woman should not take risks.

  So, Barton told the ins and outs of the matter.

   After listening to Barton's narration.

  Curiosity flashed in the woman's eyes.

  Dean, an unlucky detective who was framed by the anti-narcotics department, took the risk of convincing Barton, a greedy prison guard, in order to protect himself. Interesting.

  She nodded and threw Barton's cell phone over: "Understood, I will have someone bring him out. As for you, and your brothers and relatives, keep your mouth shut and don't leave this city for now!"

  Barton breathed a sigh of relief.

   It's done!

  He took the phone and was about to speak when he saw seven or eight missed calls on it, his expression changed.

   These missed calls include the captain of the prison guard and the prison guard on duty in the confinement room during the day!

   Could it be something about Dean that has changed?

  He quickly told the situation to the woman in front of him.

   If Dean dies.

  The hope of fleeing this country with my family will be completely shattered, and maybe I will anger the other party because of this, and get a miserable end!

  The woman's face changed slightly when she heard the words, and she walked out quickly.

soon.

  Through a powerful intelligence network.

  She got a shocking news: the prison where Barton was in, just had a prison escape incident with guns and killing a policeman! And the protagonist of the jailbreak is the weak detective -- Dean, as Barton said!

   "Seven prison guards were shot dead, and their heads were shot. Under fire at the front gate, more than a dozen prison guards who chased out were suppressed by the firepower of an AK74. In the end, they had to hold on and ask for help, not daring to chase them out"

  The woman narrowed her eyes slightly: "Dean, who are you?"

  She immediately ordered to activate the intelligence network of the entire city, trying to find Dean's trace before the police found him.

at the same time.

  A piece of information about Dean's identity also appeared in front of the woman immediately.

   "Dean, male, 32 years old, height"

  This information material shows Dean in this parallel world, from the recorded enrollment to some dirty deeds for making a living, without omission, all of them are presented.

  This intelligence capability is far inferior to that of the Mexican government!

   Following the order of the woman.

  The portrait of Dean appeared in the dark corners of this city, in the hands of some unremarkable people.

   These people include police officers, civilians, unremarkable passers-by, women with children in their arms, and old people with their grandchildren

   They consciously began to converge on Dean's escape route.

  Dean still doesn't know the seriousness of the matter.

  He was appearing weakly in a dilapidated residential building, struggling to deal with his wounds.

Yes.

  He was shot.

  The quality of this body is so bad that even though Dean crushed the prison guards in marksmanship, he was still covered by the torrent of bullets and was shot three times in the body.

  If he wasn't wearing the body armor he got from the duty room, it would have protected his vitals well.

  He's belching now.

   But even so.

  The impact of the rifle bullets still caused several rib fractures on Dean's body, and his mobility was limited. It was almost difficult to continue to escape the search of those prison guards and police.

  This dungeon mission, there is a high probability that it will hit the street before it starts.

   Simply fix the injury.

  After seriously considering his physical condition, Dean couldn't help cursing: "Fuck, it's better to kill that Barton and escape on the night of dispensing the potion!"

  At that time, he mainly considered that if he was wanted for jailbreak, it would be difficult to complete the little girl's commission to find her sister in this strange world.

  So I wanted to use Barton to attract the attention of powerful people, get out of the prison openly, and use the energy of the other party to help me complete the panel task.

  The current situation is undoubtedly Dean's miscalculation.

   Just when Dean was struggling to give up the mission and return to the real world.

  Boom~

   There was a knock on the door.

  Dean immediately raised his gun and pointed it at the wooden door, which had almost no blocking effect, without saying a word.

  He deliberately chose a dilapidated location to escape, because there are almost no monitoring facilities here, which can delay the time for the police to find him.

   But it's daytime.

   Can avoid all witnesses, Dean can not guarantee.

   The death of the dungeon world is the real death.

  As long as Dean finds that something cannot be done, he will immediately choose to give up the mission.

   No matter how good the panel is, it can't compare to being alive.

   On this point, Dean is clear.

   Just as Dean tensed up, an old man's hoarse voice came from outside the door: "Dean Pharmacist, the League of Assassins, is at your service"

   Well, one more chapter is needed to end the plot of this dungeon.

   The League of Assassins is just a bad taste, so don’t think too much about it. I will try not to write copies in the future. If I write it, it will be similar to the plot of a movie shootout.

   Thank you for the reward recently, and I will post it together tomorrow.

   Thank you brothers for your support, thank you.

   When I get the ten thousand order badge and don't need to care about all order, I will pay more.

  

  

  

  (end of this chapter)