bookbashuk Chapter 633 Moscow Prison Battle
Chapter 633 Moscow Prison Battle
Chapter 633 Moscow Prison Battle
A few days later, in a prison in Moscow.
A long-haired man was holding a bouncy ball, resting his head with one hand, looking out the window with a melancholy look.
Not far from the prison, a garbage truck was parked on the side of the road.
McCarron was wearing a baseball cap, pursing his lips, looking at the screen on the side nervously, and tapping on the keyboard.
At this moment, in the monitoring room inside the prison, the prison guard was resting his wrist on his forehead, yawning, and looking drowsy.
"Hum!" Suddenly, the large surveillance screen above flashed.
But the prison guard in charge of monitoring the screen did not notice anything unusual and continued playing cards with his colleagues, although his eyelids drooped.
But still continue to maintain a bit of spirit.
"Squeak!" The melancholy man slowly pushed open the cell door, stuck half of his head out, and looked around to the left and right.
McCarron looked at the picture on the big screen and couldn't help but smile.
"Hey!" The inmate who was awake noticed the man moving leisurely in the corridor and asked, "How did you get out of the cell?"
"How the hell did you open the door?"
"Shh! Shh! Shh!" The man hurriedly used his hands to signal for silence.
As luck would have it, at this moment, a prison guard happened to arrive at the gate.
She looked at the man and said, "Hey! What do you want to do?"
The prison guard immediately took out his intercom and reported in Russian: "Open the door of cell block No. 2."
He walked resolutely towards the man and said, "How did you get out?"
"Go back to your cell!"
Seeing that he was indifferent, the prison guard repeated his statement: "I said! Go back to your cell!"
McCarron looked at the surveillance camera, typing away at the keyboard, and muttered to himself, "I'll find you some more companions to play with."
"Squeak!" The door of cell number two opened slightly.
Two burly men walked out of the cell, looking a little confused, and looked at the prison guard in a trance.
The melancholy man smiled slightly, and then the three of them rushed forward, cooperating with each other, and beat up the prison guard.
"Sorry..." McAllen curled his lips.
"Send a prison guard over." Everyone in the monitoring room looked tense.
"I'm sending it now, don't worry."
"Squeak!" There was another sound of a mechanism, and a cell door opened.
"I'm fine now. How's the situation over there?" McAllen asked.
"What else can I do?" Vermouth covered her nose with a look of annoyance on her face: "I'm in the sewer now."
"Click! Click!" The staff pressed the button over and over again.
"The door won't open! We're locked in!"
A mature-looking prison guard turned around, calmed everyone down, and said in a low voice, "Sound the alarm!"
"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"
The doors of all the cells were unlocked at this time.
The staff member's tone was a little panicked, and his legs couldn't help shaking: "We are out of control! We are locked in!"
"Captain!" A younger brother patted his shoulder and pointed at the red screen: "Look...it's completely out of control now..."
"Fuck it!" The old prison guard pounded the table.
Suddenly, the originally drowsy, dim and silent monitoring room.
The place suddenly became lively, with people contacting each other and seeking support and help.
"Hello! Call, call! Report, confirm! Ward 2E confirms there is an emergency!"
"What's the point of you urging me? It's useless no matter what I press!"
Vermouth walked in the sewer, looking at the location of her phone.
She bent down, walked through the small tunnel, and stopped in a pipe with walls on all four sides.
She said calmly, "I'm already here, let's start phase two."
"Got it!" McCarron stretched and pressed the Enter key neatly: "I've been waiting for you to say that!"
A song from China called "Wealth from All Directions" was played inside the prison.
Baijiu, who was lying on the bed in the cell, slowly got up after hearing the music. He was wearing a white shirt and walked out of the cell at a leisurely pace.
He placed his hands on the platform and looked down. The surroundings were extremely quiet, with only the familiar singing voice of Demon echoing from above.
Baijiu simply moved his joints, then used his core strength to jump up, climbed over the fence, and easily leaped downstairs.
"Squeak!" At this moment, the door at the end of the corridor happened to open.
He took half a step forward, then suddenly stopped, turned around, and moved in the opposite direction.
"Huh?" McCarron was dumbfounded and spread his hands in confusion: "What are you doing? What are you doing?!"
"What's wrong?" Vermouth asked, placing a cylindrical device on the ground and pointing it at the wall above.
"What happened? McAllen."
"Oh my god..." McAllen shrugged. "Just take care of your boyfriend. I don't know what medicine he took wrong."
"Now he's not going to the evacuation point anymore."
"Don't be nervous." Vermouth breathed a sigh of relief and had great trust in Baijiu's approach.
She pulled out a triangular pickpocket with a fixed hook from the inside pocket of her clothes and loaded it into the muzzle of the gun.
"He must have known that."
Baijiu gestured towards the monitor above.
McCarron immediately understood his intention, but acted very resistant: "No, no, no, no, no, it doesn't exist."
He stuttered a little, cold sweat dripping from his forehead: "I won't open the door for you, please... go to the evacuation point."
"White wine." Macallan looked at Baijiu and repeated the action again, his tone was very helpless: "I know what you mean, I'm not stupid!"
"Oh! Please! Don't look at me so fiercely!"
"Can I refuse?!" McAllen started to chatter again: "I don't have authorization..."
"Please, white wine." Although McAllen said reluctantly, his hands were not idle at all.
He kept typing rapidly on the keyboard.
“Oh!” Macallan smiled bitterly: “It seems that you are going to fight me! Liquor! Look at this disdainful expression.”
"Oh my god, why should I go on a mission with you."
"If there is a regret pill in the world, I will definitely take it!"
"Then let's just wait it out!" McCarron nodded, his legs shaking uncontrollably: "Come on! I can afford it!"
Baijiu rested his muscular arms on the fence, and looked calmly at the prison guard in the monitoring room nearby.
They picked up the intercom and reported the situation excitedly: "Hey! There's a prisoner in front of me!"
"Come here quickly! Do you know how rampant he is? He's standing right in front of me! He's so f*cking crazy!"
"Hurry up and send a task force over here! I'm going to teach him a lesson!"