bestfiction Chapter 207 Prisoner Escape
Chapter 207 Prisoner Escape
Chapter 207 The Prisoner's Escape
The next day, early in the morning.
It's time for daily exercise at Nancheng Prison again.
As the familiar whistle blew, prisoners emerged one by one from the central square of the prison.
They gathered in twos and threes, enjoying their short daily rest.
In one corner of the square, several burly men were whispering among themselves.
"How's it going? Is it okay?"
Among the group, a bald man who seemed to be the leader casually tossed pebbles around while looking around, muttering incomprehensible words in a low voice. "It should be fine. We just observed that because the new warden has taken office, he's eager to establish his authority and cultivate his own trusted subordinates."
"So he replaced the police chief in charge of prison security."
"Because we didn't do our job of preparing the lower-level officers before taking action, many of them were upset after the police force was replaced."
"This also led to a lapse in the prison's security measures."
"If we can seize this opportunity, it's actually possible for us to escape from prison."
Beside this bald, burly man, a man who looked resolute and decisive was also quietly observing the surroundings. Hearing the bald man's question, he gave his answer without hesitation.
"Opportunities are fleeting, and there's no time to think about it too much."
"By the time the newly appointed police chief has established his authority and gained control over the lower-ranking officers, it will be too late for us to look for opportunities."
"Listen to me, we'll do it tonight."
The bald, burly man clenched his fists tightly, the pebbles in his hands making a crunching sound, and a resolute look appeared on his face.
"Brother, taking action is no problem, but we don't have enough manpower."
"Most importantly, we lack weapons and do not know the layout of the prison. If we want to escape, we will probably have to find some outside help."
After a moment's consideration, the person who had just spoken truthfully recounted the difficulties they faced.
"Then what do you mean?"
The bald, burly man paused, frowned, and pondered for a long time. In the end, he did not act rashly but turned to look at his strategist.
"Let's find some more people, like Blind Zhou and Liu Sandao."
“They have plenty of manpower, and their men are all ruthless and vicious. If we can get their support, our operation will go much more smoothly.”
The bald giant's strategist was a former soldier. It was said that before going to prison, he was a small company commander in the local army. He was not as ruthless as the bald giant, but in terms of experience and knowledge, he was obviously stronger.
"Blind Zhou and Three-Knife Liu?"
'Hold!"
"These two guys don't get along with us much. We had a fierce battle with them a few months ago. Do you think they'll listen to us?"
The bald, burly man didn't immediately refuse; instead, he raised his questions and thoughts.
"it should be OK."
“Boss, don’t forget, the crimes committed by Blind Zhou and Liu Sandao are even more serious than ours. If they miss this opportunity, it may be more than ten or twenty years before they can get out again.”
"In order to escape, they would probably be willing to take a risk."
The strategist didn't want to miss this opportunity either, especially since it was a task specifically assigned to him by the new warden. Zhou the Blind and Liu the Three-Knife were also personally selected by the warden.
These are the people we absolutely must take with us.
That's why this cunning strategist tirelessly tried to persuade the bald, burly man beside him.
"it is good!"
"You handle this matter. If they don't give you face, I'll step in."
"If we can reach an agreement, we must also make them prepare enough manpower and weapons. We don't have much time left."
The bald, burly man nodded, flicked his wrist, and threw the pebbles he was holding onto the ground. Then he raised his hand and pointed to two other people, ordering them to go out with the strategist on business.
The strategist did not disappoint the bald, burly man.
Relying on his eloquence, he easily persuaded two small gangs within the prison, Zhou the Blind and Liu the Three-Knife.
When he passed by the toilet, he deliberately revealed a clue, allowing two Red Army personnel who were cleaning to overhear some hints.
All the plans and arrangements are proceeding smoothly.
night.
As soon as the prison blew the lights-out whistle and the corridor lights went out, the people in several small rooms inside the South City Prison immediately sprang into action.
Some of them were distributing weapons, while others were standing guard at the door.
When everything was ready, a series of piercing screams and wails immediately erupted from one of the rooms. "Help! Help!"
"My stomach hurts so much, it hurts so much! Discipline me, discipline me, help me..."
These piercing wails and screams were like the sounding of a bugle, instantly bringing the prison, which had just fallen silent and peaceful, back into a lively atmosphere.
Many prisoners, eager for a good show, got out of bed and joined in banging on the steel cell door.
The loud noise quickly alerted the guards on night duty.
"Damn it, what's all this commotion about? Don't you want to live anymore?"
"If you keep making noise, I'll lock you all in the dark room!"
Two guards on night duty emerged from the duty room, cursing loudly and carrying batons. They were clearly experienced veterans. As soon as they came out, they sternly reprimanded the prisoners who were watching.
After dawdling for a long time, they finally arrived at the door of the cell where the wailing and screaming were still emanating.
Using the faint light from the ventilation vent, they peeked inside.
Inside the room, a prisoner was lying on the ground, covered in sweat, clutching his stomach and rolling around rapidly.
Several other prisoners from the same cell stood beside this prisoner.
Upon seeing the two prison guards approach, two of them immediately ran over and walked up to the two guards through the iron bars.
"Guard, come in quickly! Wu San is dying!"
"fart!"
"People don't die that easily."
"Get the hell out of here, all of you, and don't stand at the cell door."
The two guards glanced inside through the light from the exercise vent, and when they looked at each other, they both saw a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes.
However, on the surface, they did not reveal the slightest bit of it.
They even continued to hurl insults.
The goal was to get the prisoners at the cell door to clear the way so they could go inside and check on the situation.
These things, of course, could not be kept from those cunning old prisoners. One of them turned his back and waved his hand into the cell. The others who had been watching from the ground returned to the edge of their beds.
Seeing this, the two night guards finally felt relieved. They took out the circular wooden board with many cell keys hanging from their waists, found the key to the cell in front of them, and unlocked the cell door.
During this process, they each took out the batons from their waists.
After entering the cell, one of them went up to check on the prisoner lying on the ground groaning in pain, while the other vigilantly watched the prisoners around him.
But they underestimated the ruthlessness of these prisoners.
For freedom, for the allure of the outside world, they were truly ruthless and heartless. As soon as the two prison guards separated, several inmates in the cell suddenly sprang up and pounced on the two guards.
In the instant they leaped into the air, the faint moonlight filtering through the ventilation ducts made it clear that the prisoners were all holding homemade weapons.
A sharpened toothbrush, a sharp stone, a homemade wooden dagger...
In an instant, numerous homemade weapons pierced the chests and abdomens of the two prison guards simultaneously, and blood splattered everywhere...