Wine and Gun

Albarino stood in the center of the room, on the floor where the blood was spreading—he knew he was far from safe, and leaving the building from the corridor required at least three iron doors controlled by electronic locks, each door at least There are two prison guards with live ammunition; even if you can climb downstairs from the window - it's not possible, there is no pipe for climbing between the upper and lower floors - and then reach the ground, you will be under the surveillance of countless sentries , and those prison guards are really allotted sniper rifles.

So at this moment, his position is not safe. It seems that he is still in the cage wherever he goes, but if he does not act, the consequences will be even more terrifying. Search the other rooms on the same floor and he'll be dragged out in no time without dignity.

It was at this moment that Albarino heard a loud bang as something shattered.

——The door of the infirmary next door was knocked open by the police.

Hardy looked at the empty infirmary for a rare second.

The warden was obviously stunned, and he looked around: there were four prison guards around him. These four people have been here and never left since he received Hardy's call. Information about people coming and going. He was silent for a second or two, and then said, "Impossible!  … There's no way he could leave this room without anyone reporting anyone coming or going..."

Hardy's eyes quickly swept across the window with the iron railing, and he seemed to want to walk in the direction of the window. He said, "There is no way he can leave the window? If-"

He couldn't finish the sentence, and then a piercing alarm bell interrupted his words. Hardy heard a very ominous siren from the building next door holding the prisoners, and at the same time a prison guard's walkie-talkie went off. He raised his head and reported to the warden and Hardy: "Mr. , There was a fight in the double cell, it seems to be related to Amarette, and several people were injured!"

Armalite. The name gave Hardy a shudder for some reason. He felt that something wasn't quite right... Today's events all had a taste of coincidence, which was so coincidence that it was almost impossible.

He quickly walked to the window and glanced down, making sure that Albarino could not have climbed all the way downstairs from here - the roof of the old house is very high, and there is a considerable distance between each floor. There is no foothold in the middle, going down from here is courting death - and then quickly arranged: "Albarino can't go down from here, he must still be in this building, you inform your people to guard all exits, let's first Go see Armalite."

The warden clearly agreed with his judgment, and the two of them rushed out of the room, running down the hallway, followed by the other guards who tried to file, with a confused Jenny Griffin in the middle—so The old-fashioned building did not even have an elevator, and they had to run all the way down from the fifth floor. The alarm kept ringing throughout the process.

Hardy barely remembered how he made it all the way. He didn't seem to have run like this when he was patrolling the streets to catch thieves when he was younger. During the whole process, the ominous premonition in his heart kept getting stronger and stronger, but he didn't know where the problem was.

The area where Amalet and the others were located was on the first floor of the cell. They went through several layers of heavily guarded iron gates to reach that position, and when they arrived, the entire corridor was crowded with prison uniforms - several prison guards tried their best to maintain In order to maintain order, the prison guards who soon followed Hardy and the others also joined in, at least let them make way for Hardy, the warden and Jenny Griffin.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

The road they let out was covered in blood. Because the corridor was too crowded, the floor was covered with blood and footprints that had been rubbed away, and they were solidifying into a hairy brown color.

At the end of the corridor lay the bodies of several people. Three tall Latino men were lying on the ground. Two of them were still struggling and moaning in pain, but the other was just laying head down in a pool of blood. Jerome of the Latin Kings was sitting against the wall, staring blankly ahead, his head was tilted strangely, and there was a huge wound on his neck, making him at first glance as if his head was about to fall off his neck. .

And not far from him, on the other end of the river of blood that was flowing under Jerome, there was another person lying with his back to Bart Hardy, his blond hair was slowly being washed by the blood soaked.

Chapter 123 Chrysalis 07

Bart Hardy's brain buzzed.

What happened this night has seriously exceeded his initial expectations. At this moment, he suddenly sincerely hopes that Olga Molozze can be by their side at this moment. The latter's calmness is almost cruel, And that is exactly what they need most at this time.

At this moment, Alexander stepped back slightly, gasping for breath; Jenny Griffin's reaction was more exaggerated, since the intestines of the wounded person lying closest to them were leaking, the female researcher His body swayed, and he let out a gān vomit.

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