Chapter 259

Death row prisons are different from those for ordinary prisoners.

All the prisoners on the sixth floor underground are extremely vicious and heinous.

Every cell here has been processed by sequence secrets. Evil forces will be severely restricted in this place.

However, for felons held on death row, they fear the warden and just don't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

A group of maniacs who have held evil rituals, illegal channeling, and even traded with the devil.

How could he be tamed by a prison guard bureaucrat.

however...

In order not to riot, for political achievements.

As usual, the warden would turn a blind eye to such things.

Anyway, people who are locked up here will be executed if they don't live for four months at most.

As long as they don't run out to harm the citizens and affect his promotion path, they can toss about at will.

But today is different.

As long as you are not blind, you can see that the white haired witch has a lot to do with Cole walker, the big bureaucrat of the demon hunting group who took office soon.

Otherwise, how can you come here to catch people in person.

He motioned to the guard with his eyes and shouted, "shut up that fool! Otherwise, I'll pull out his teeth!"

Then he smiled at Cole, "you don't care. It's just some stupid words of a dying bastard. Just... Are you sure you want to let her out?

Once we let her out, the consequences... May be beyond our control. "

After a silence.

Cole said expressionless, "take her out first and find a separate cell. She and I need to talk alone."

This time.

There was a riot, mixed with wild laughter and shrill screams.

Suddenly.

The deepest cell, rushed to try to teach the former guard of the shouting madman, was suddenly violently raised by the prisoner and grabbed his arm.

He hit the fence again and again, broke his fingers, and tore his arms and flesh with black and yellow smelly teeth.

The originally silent underground prison was cheered in an instant.

The condemned prisoners who committed a felony and died ten times were not enough to repay their guilt. They laughed wildly and abused wantonly.

"Ah - help me... Help me! My hand!"

"Hit him! Hit him!"

"Kill him! Jeff! Kill that bastard!"

After venting his ferocity.

The prisoner in the deepest cell loosened the guard's arm, grabbed the railing with both hands, and laughed wildly with his bloody face, "see? Warden, no one dares to refuse my request. If you don't send the woman, I'll kill one person at random every day. How about it?!

Ah ha ha -- "

The death row inmates in each cell, like beating chicken blood, smashed the door madly, stretched out their hands from the fence, and tried to catch the warden and Cole standing in the corridor.

"Come here, little guy, let me see what your ass looks like, hey, hey..."

"Warden, Jeff, the corpse digger, never joked. Either you sent the woman and let us have a good time, or wait for the guards to die here every day! Wuhu ~ ha ha!"

See things get out of control.

He lost face in front of Cole. For a moment, the warden was so angry with these scum that he turned blue.

Pull out the baton hanging from your waist.

Smashed into a prisoner's forearm.

He said angrily, "if you don't want to die, get back to the corner! Shut your mouth! Guard! Take that fool out to see a doctor, prepare something, and wash these bastards later!

Let them have a long memory! Who is the master here. "

obviously.

The bathing he mentioned is some kind of slang for punishing prisoners in prison.

however.

A group of death row prisoners whose ferocity had been aroused were not frightened at all. Instead, they shouted frantically, trying to scare the strange man who looked like the warden's boss to pee his pants.

The prisoner in the deep cell shook the iron fence hard, waved to Cole and said, "little guy, come and let me see you, um... You seem to know that woman very well.

However, she has to shout under my crotch right away, ha ha ha! "

Suddenly, his laughter went down like a furious beast, hammering the iron fence madly and roaring with a heavy voice, "no one can get out of this death row prison!

No one!! "

The warden, whose face was angry with pig liver, was going to teach the bastard some lessons, but Cole stopped him.

Bow your head and frown.

The sound of the lighter is particularly crisp.

A little scarlet lit up and walked slowly to the deepest part of the cell.

"Your Excellency Cole Walker! You can't go..."

Although the warden was very angry, he knew very well that Cole must not suffer any mistakes here, otherwise he could not explain to the Council.

Just angry and worried about his future, let him forget.

Compared to big bureaucrats.

What is this man's job.

After he said the name, the corridor on the sixth floor of the underground became strangely quiet.

The prisoners whispered and thought they had heard wrong.

"Cole... Walker? That's the name he just said?"

"I think so."

"Hiss..."

The prisoners in the whole cell first looked at the white haired Witch and the girl in her arms who had been frightened to cry.

Swallow one after another.

He cast his unbelievable shocked eyes into the back of the man in a black coat deep in the corridor.

Are you kidding?!

A witch is qualified to let the man who is smelled by the devil come to death row prison in person?!

They

What is their relationship?!

However, compared with the horror of others.

Jeff, the body digger, looked at Cole up close with his crazy eyes, smiled and said in a bad tone, "are you Cole walker?

Hehe, you seem very unhappy. Are you trying to scare me with a cold face?

Wow, that's terrible, hee hee. "

With laughter, his eyes swept through the cells, trying to resonate with other prisoners with his cruel cold jokes as usual.

Let them join this crazy, hysterical death party.

However.

In a dead prison.

The prisoners looked at him with more shocked eyes, as if they were looking at a complete madman.

That's Cole Walker!

He! Mom! of

Cole --! Walker --!

When the last guy who provoked him died, it was said that his soul was worn on an iron thorn and burned for many days, which was worse than going to hell.

Even the great devil, whose name should not be called, suffered a great loss in front of him.

Six floors of the dead underground.

That makes the warden familiar with here feel incredible.

Are all the good babies held here?

Spitting a mouthful of muddy smoke on Jeff's face, Cole frowned. "Warden, open this door."

"Minister! I..."

"I said, open the fucking door for me!"

Facing the fury, he pointed his cigarette finger at Cole in his nose.

Jeff, the body digger, loosened the fence, took a step back and smiled calmly, "you... What do you want to do?"