Chapter 807

"Report, sir," beard raised his hand carefully, "we don't want to use long-range attack, but we have no right to launch missiles."

"Do missiles have to be used for long-range bombing?" Sharon glanced at him and said, "where's the plane?"

"We don't have bombers either."

"And bombers? Dropping a bomb on a helicopter is much more convenient and faster than drilling a sewer? "

"Er... We have no authority."

"It's all right. You didn't have permission before. Now you have permission by joining SSS."

At this time, another female subordinate wearing glasses popped up a red exclamation mark in front of the screen, and then the red landline next to her rang. The female subordinate was shocked. She quickly reached out and picked up the microphone. After listening to it for a moment, her face changed greatly, turned her head and said in a trembling voice: "director Waller, Minister Sharon, there's an accident over Akam."

Five minutes ago, the underground secret prison of Akam madhouse.

Harry Quinn stood in front of Bruce's glass cell, writing and drawing quickly in her little book with a pen. Through this period of communication, Haley became more and more interested in Bruce. She could feel that the man named "Tom" did not tell the truth to himself. He must be full of great secrets.

But Haley's visiting time was about to end. She looked at Bruce and blew a kiss. She smiled and said, "then talk again next time, Mr. Tom."

As she said that, she just wanted to turn around and leave. Suddenly, the lights all around were dark, and then turned red and flickered. At the same time, a thick gray mist gushed out of the ventilation hole, covering all areas of the madhouse in the blink of an eye.

"Enemy attack, alarm, enemy attack..."

The guards of the madhouse picked up the walkie talkie. As soon as they shouted a few words, they were swallowed by the smoke and soon there was no sound.

Bruce held his breath for the first time, quickly pulled off the sheets and blocked the vent of the cell to prevent the invasion of smoke. After special training, he could hold his breath underwater for 30 minutes, but Bruce knew that the poison gas would also penetrate into the body along the pores of human skin, so he had to pick up the blanket and wrap it around himself.

Although the effect is very weak, it is better than nothing.

At this time, the outside of the glass cell had been swallowed up by the gray fog, and no other objects could be seen or any sound could be heard. Bruce knew that the psychologist named Haley Quinn should not have escaped, but he didn't have any equipment and couldn't go out to save people.

Just as Bruce looked around looking for a way to escape, he suddenly heard a sound of air pressure leakage, and the closed cell door slowly slid aside. Although Bruce rushed over at the first time and wanted to pull the gate back, the turbulent fog had gushed.

Bruce only felt that he was black in front of his eyes. For some reason, there was a harsh scream of women around his ears. Then he fell into a coma.

I don't know how long it took. Bruce opened his eyes vaguely. As a result, a big face appeared in front of him, which made him tremble all over.

"Aha, my friend, you finally wake up." The other party laughed and reached out to pull Bruce up from the ground. "You almost missed the Carnival Party, but it's just the right time."

Bruce blinked and saw that the other party was the thin faced guy living in the cell next to him. His name seemed to be

"Jack!"

A pair of beautiful legs in black silk stockings appeared in front of Bruce. Bruce looked up along his beautiful legs, but he saw a white shirt stained with blood and a heavily made-up face.

"Harry Quinn?" Bruce was slightly surprised. "How did you become like this?"

"Tom, baby is awake, too. That's great, so I don't have to work hard to wake him up with this big stick." Harry waved her battered baseball bat with blood and unidentified meat and smiled at Jack and Bruce. "Come on, the new boss is going to make a speech."

"No problem, baby." Jack was obviously afraid of Haley. His thin body carefully hid behind Bruce. He smiled dryly, "my good friend just woke up and hasn't recovered yet. Just a moment, I'll take him to the meeting. "

"Well, I have to call someone else."

Harry waved a baseball bat and turned away.

Bruce had time to look around and found that there were prisoners in prison clothes. All the prisoners in this madhouse should have been released. But on the ground, there were also many bodies lying on the ground, and their heads were smashed.

"Don't look, Tom," Jack whispered, pulling Bruce's sleeve. "Their souls haven't been purified, so Haley purified their bodies. You're almost there, too. I can't protect you if I wake up a minute later. "

Bruce felt his head swell. He shook his head hard and looked at Jack. "Thank you, Jack."

"You're welcome," Jack grinned. "Who calls us friends... Right, Tom, are we friends?"

"Of course." Bruce nodded and lowered his voice. "How did Haley become like that? And what about the so-called new boss? "

"Harry? Oh, that's what she really looks like. I've seen it for a long time. Don't you find that she's more charming now? "

Jack looked at Harry who was smashing someone's head in the distance.

"As for the new boss, I haven't seen him... Aha, by the way, let's go to the venue. The carnival is about to begin."

With that, Jacka walked to the door with Bruce.

The corridor was also covered with blood and bodies, most of them guards. Bruce just glanced at it and found that the guns on the guards had disappeared and seemed to have fallen into the hands of the prisoners.

Soon, faint cheers and screams came from a distance.

Across the corridor, a dazzling light came and made Bruce squint. After he finally adapted to the light, he found that what he saw was a spacious square. A high platform was set up in the middle of the square, and the searchlights set up around the square looked like day.

Only then did Bruce react. Now he has changed from day to night.

On the high platform stood a man in black wearing a crow hood, holding a long stick with a blue arc in his hand. Behind him stood a guy with a broken hood and a machete in his hand, dressed like a scarecrow in a corn field.

Bruce looked around carefully and found that there were many strong men in prison clothes standing high around the square, holding guns of different lengths in their hands, watching carefully below. Obviously, these are the newly selected guards.

Bruce frowned. In this case, he didn't have a chance to escape, but it was almost impossible for him to leave with Jack. Although he doesn't know why Jack wants to help himself, he can see that Jack doesn't mean any harm to himself. He really wants to be friends with himself.

"Please be quiet!"

Bruce was thinking about countermeasures when the crow in black on the high platform suddenly shouted.

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