Thunder City, Tixon Prison.
This is no ordinary prison cell.
A separate suite, no roommates, separated from all activities of other prisoners. Almost any reasonable request of a prisoner living here will be met. He (or she) can ask to see any of his family members, and can order any delicacies from mountains and seas. No matter what he says, the prison guards will immediately arrange it.
At first glance it seems like a VIP suite with exclusive treatment, but even the most vicious prisoner would never want to come here if possible.
The reason is simple, it is only reserved for death row prisoners.
It has been a long time since there was a new guest here, and the last prisoner who was executed was three years ago, until now.
Aslan is the long-lost owner of this room. He was sentenced to death a month ago, and now the execution date is coming soon. This makes both jailers and prisoners keep his distance during this month, and no one dares to trouble him, because you never know what the consequences of messing with a dying person will be.
Especially when that person is Aslan Khalifa.
If someone interviewed anyone who knew him well and asked Aslan Khalifa what he was like, the word that came up most often would be "crazy".
Because this is definitely the most pertinent evaluation. As if he was born to kill, he has appeared on the list of problem teenagers who bully and fight many times since his school days, and joined a local gang when he grew up.
It's not a big gang, but there are quite a few of them anyway. However, in a certain conflict with his superiors, Aslan killed all the people present in the organization by himself. The method was extremely cruel, and he created a blood eucalyptus that shocked the entire city's underground world.
After that, he likes to mention a "Nationwide Wanted". During the hunt, he brutally killed more than a dozen innocent civilians, and even killed many security officers at his hands. The brutality was unimaginable.
It was precisely because of this that after he was arrested, he was sentenced to death almost without suspense.
But Aslan didn't care about that at all.
There was only one day left until the execution, but he didn't even think about it much. At this time, he was in his VIP suite, punching the reinforced alloy wall in the cell with one punch after another, and the dull sound echoed in the confined space.
Of course, he is only a human being after all, a body of flesh and blood, no matter how hard his fist is, it will not be as strong as the reinforced alloy wall panel. Cells designed for death row inmates are stripped of nearly everything superfluous, and inmates' daily activities are pared down to what is necessary, making escape nearly impossible.
His fist is already covered with blood, and it is very likely that it will break a bone within a few punches. But as if he didn't even feel the pain, he punched after punch, and continued to mechanically swing his blood-soaked fist towards the wall.
It doesn't really make sense to do so, not that he can really fight his way out of this impenetrable cell with his fists. He was simply venting his excess power, releasing the destructive impulse that had no place to rest.
Leicheng Daily evaluated him very accurately in a report, "Aslan Khalifa is a pure beast, his muscles think faster than his brain." He kills people because he wants to kill. He destroys, just for the sake of destruction. That's why he's extremely dangerous.
Good thing he was dying.
As it should be.
"Hehe...Look at your appearance, you are really in a mess."
The sound resounded in the closed cell. Aslan stopped what he was doing, narrowed his eyes and turned his head.
No one was there.
"Your talents should not stop here." The voice said again, "We should not stop here. They sentenced you to death and put an end to you on their own initiative, as if they really had the final say like.
Those ridiculous people, they want to see the news of your death on TV and in the newspapers. Because they are afraid of you, it will give them peace of mind and allow them to sleep soundly at night. "
The voice gave two dark and strange laughs, and the laughter echoed in the small space.
"But it doesn't have to be like this." The voice continued, "Tomorrow doesn't have to be your end, it can also be a starting point...our starting point."
Aslan kept his gloomy, dripping eyes like a startled wolf looking around for prey.
"Who are you?" he asked hoarsely.
The voice laughed.
"Me?" it laughed. "I'm just... you."
…
moment.
"Be alert, lads."
The potbellied warden walked the narrow corridor.
"Keep your eyes wide open, keep tight, and keep the bullets loaded.
As soon as that guy crosses the security line, you shoot straight away.
Once he makes remarks that imply an offensive tendency, you also immediately shoot.
"You're getting a little overwhelmed, sir," said the captain of the guard, following him. "I know he's done a lot, but now he's unarmed and alone, and we're armed."
"Don't take it lightly, he is the most dangerous person I have ever seen in my life."
While speaking, the warden had already arrived at the door of the special cell.
"Now, open the door. Be careful, he might attack you." The warden stepped back.
"Yes, sir."
The captain stepped forward, fumbled out a bunch of keys, found one of them and opened the door.
The moment the heavy-duty iron door was opened, everyone almost went into cardiopulmonary arrest.
It was empty.
"Impossible!" the captain exclaimed, "There is no other entrance and exit here, how did he...!?"
"Alert level one." The warden immediately came to his senses, "We have a super high-risk death row prisoner..."
Before he finished speaking, when he turned his head, he saw that devilish face that he would never forget.
It was a jailer who followed in the procession. Because of wearing a helmet and protective gear, coupled with the dim light and no one's attention, no one has ever noticed.
But looking at the jailer at this time, that distorted and weird smile seemed to be different from the sinister eyes that humans can have, and it was the death row prisoner who should have been in this empty cell.
Somehow, he escaped from his prison, possibly killing a jailer. He changed into the jailer's clothes and followed the procession silently, like a mockery of them all.
"No!" the warden shouted, "It's Khalifa, hurry up..."
But it was too late. With a cruel smile on his face, Yaslan Khalifa raised his firearm without saying a word, and shot bullets at the people beside him. In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, and a whole team of jailers didn't even have a chance to react, and their corpses lay all over the ground.
The jailer who fired the shot took off the headgear, revealing the slovenly face of brutality.
"You...it's you!"
The warden looked at Aslan who suddenly appeared in front of him, with shock and fear written all over his face.
"But how did you...!?"
Another person appeared from behind.
No, it's not accurate to say that's a bit human. The thing just had a humanoid build, with slender limbs, but its body was mainly green, with devilish dark red eyes.
a phantom.
On the verge of execution, on the last day of his life, a phantom was born in the body of Aslan Khalifa.
The phantom walked up to the captain who was shot and fell to the ground and moaned. Spreading his fingers, he pinched the captain's head and lifted his feet off the ground, ignoring the gurgling blood and painful groans from the latter's gunshot wound. .
"Come and meet my new friend, the warden." Aslan said blankly, "I call it 'destruction'."
He paused as he spoke, squinted his eyes and looked at the captain who was lifted into the air.
"I remember when I first came in, didn't you have fun with the water gun?"
The captain squeezed out his teeth with difficulty: "Please, I have a family..."
"Really? That would be great."
The voice fell~www.mtlnovel.com~ Phantom "Destruction" has already exerted force.
The captain's head was pulled out from the neck... a long spine was dragged, entwined with sticky blood, like a flying snake.
The warden sat down in a pool of blood, his hands and feet were so weak that he could hardly move.
Destruction casually threw aside the captain's unrepentant head and the spine attached to it, and Aslan cast his eyes on the warden expressionlessly.
The warden knew that his life was hanging by a thread, so he tried to calm himself down.
"I can get you out of here, there's a layer of fingerprint verification on the outside. You need me to..."
"No."
Aslan Khalifa interrupted him as he leaned over and drew a dead jailer's sharp knife.
"I just need your hand."