Chapter 276

When mosaics heard this, he immediately took food and water from sumo's hand and gobbled it out. Then, according to sumo's request, he put on the jailer's clothes and shoes and rushed out. He did not ask Su Mo how to get out, because he had no ability to care.

After the mosaics left, sumo put the clothes of mosaics on the body of the jailer, and then hung the jailer with ropes.

At least if you don't come in and check, no one will find out that the prisoner has been replaced.

It's not that he doesn't want to go back to the city directly, but he can't use it in prison at all. He has to wait for two hours for his skills to cool down. He still has a pair of jailer's gloves in his hand, and then he can become a jailer and go out.

However, in such places as prison, only the jailer can walk freely. Even if he becomes an aristocrat, he will be arrested immediately.

The next waiting time is very boring.

He wanted to change his perspective and become Lai Fu to see the situation of the chat group. But he was afraid that someone would suddenly come into the cell. Then he would not be able to explain why, not to mention, he did not.

Theft will only be held for a few hours, and to help the recidivist escape from prison, at least before the Chinese new year, Su Mo will stay in the cell.

Don't underestimate this federal prison. There are very few prisoners who can escape, even if they are very powerful. Criminals with different strengths will be treated at different levels.

Sumer suspected that even if Count Dracula was arrested, he might not be able to escape easily.

Rub, scrape

Su Mo wakes up at once. It's the sound of the prison door being opened.

He immediately stood up and hid behind the door. Then he saw that the door was opened and a jailer came in with a plate of rice.

Su Mo held his breath. He could see that on the rice plate was a piece of black bread the size of a palm, only half an inch thick. There was also a bowl of rice porridge that was almost crystal clear. About seven or eight grains of rice were floating in it. The only luxury might be that there was a small piece of ketchup the size of a fingernail on the black bread.

It seems that these people really don't treat mosaic as human beings.

Even if the mosaic is not a good thing, it can't be so abusive. No, the treatment of mosaic will not be starved to death.

"Take the plate and don't drop it. If it falls, you will die. And don't look back. According to the rules of the road, you must die when you see your face. I don't think you want to die."

Just as the jailer tried to go around and feed the prisoner, a gloomy voice came to mind behind him.

In an instant, he was excited and almost jumped up. However, the voice was too gentle and the content was so terrible that he controlled the impulse to throw the plate out with his strong willpower.

A hand reached out from behind his side and picked up the slice of bread on the plate.

Then, I remembered the sound of chewing behind me.

"I can't believe that the food in the prison is very good, and the food tastes good. I really envy you. What's your name? Forget it. I don't think we'll see each other again. It doesn't matter if we know the name."

The man behind him is so calm that he gathers momentum.

The jailer feels like a tiger lying on his back. He may swallow himself at any time and anywhere.

"Are you a good jailer, or are you like him, beating and scolding prisoners all day long and asking for benefits?" The voice behind him began to ask again. He had a calm and leisurely tone. People who did not know thought he was in his own home, so he established a very powerful image in the eyes of the jailer.

They can even kill the entire federal prison if they want to.

Before the jailer regains a little sense, he sees a scene that he will never forget at the hint of the people behind him.

His colleague, a colleague with a good background, specially took over some fat poor colleagues.

At this time, the colleague looked like a dead man. He could not die any more. His eyes were protruding, his face was blue and white, and his five holes were bleeding. A big hole was pierced in the side of his temple. The living jailer could even see the pink brain in the hole.

It's a little bit like bean curd!

I don't know when it happened. He suddenly found his pants were wet and still running down. The warm water flowed down his thighs and soaked his cotton padded trousers. He soon felt the bone chilling.

This winter in Tallinn, why is it so cold.

I don't know how long after that, the jailer felt that the people behind him had gone, but he always felt that someone was talking to him in his ears. He did not dare to move or turn his head.

When he woke up, he was already facing the warden.

Two jailers, one dead and one nagging, escaped an important criminal, shadow mark.

As for Su Mo, who was arrested for theft and disappeared, almost no one remembers him - it's no use remembering him. He never left any real information.When Su Mo returned to the shoemaker's home, the shadow mark was waiting in the shoemaker's house as expected.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I hope I can make it to dinner." Su Mo took down his hat, put it on the table, and slowly sat on the table.

"Thank you very much for saving me." Said shadow mark.

"Don't thank me, just take what you need. I think you must have arranged our next itinerary." Sumer turned his head again, smiling at Max: "according to the agreement, Max, this is your gift."

A yellow bullet.

Shadow mark didn't like it at first, but after looking at it carefully, he immediately narrowed his pupils.

As an assassin, he also knows this kind of thing. He used a kind of poison with the same effect on this mission, which can quickly kill important NPC.

It's just that compared with poison, the power and convenience of bullets are undoubtedly better, but the sound is a little louder.

"How can you have such a thing, as far as I know, only nobles and military can have it." Shadow Mark said with envy that his boss, of course, had it, but it would not be used for assassination.

It is said that experts can tell the owner from the bullet, and in that case, talk about a fart assassination.

"Thank you." The shoemaker grabs the bullet and holds it tightly in his hand. This bullet will become his assassin's mace, and anyone who dares to hinder him from entering the upper class will be destroyed.

It's just a bullet. As for it, Su Mo despises it in his heart.

"Tomorrow, I will take you to see my friend rexus, king of beasts, and persuade him to teach you the skill of king of beasts, which is quite suitable for assassins." Mark said.

"Who said I was an assassin, I was a Ranger." Su Mo's hand reversed for a while, the dagger appeared in his hand, turned it over again and disappeared.

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