[Comprehensive British and American Drama] Vibrant Soul

Hearing the piercing sound of the alarm bell, the young prison guard immediately showed a solemn expression.

Lena was a little surprised: "What happened?"

The nagging young prison guard didn't bother to answer, he immediately said to Lena with a serious face: "To ensure your safety, please stay here and don't move around."

Throwing down these words, the prison guard quickly swiped open the iron door in front of her, and locked it in front of Leina, isolating Leina in a safe area, then pulled out her baton, turned around and ran inward quickly.

At the same time, Reina was standing inside the iron fence, and as far as she could see, near the prison door of the heavy prison area, a group of heavily armed prison guards quickly ran in.

The alarm bell next to her ear was still ringing, and for some reason, Reina suddenly had a sense of ominous premonition.She looked at the situation around her, rubbed her temples with some annoyance, and prayed secretly in her heart: "I hope nothing bad will happen, I really don't want to run for nothing again."

At the gate of the San Jose prison, an ambulance would come from the place where it was called every once in a while.

Now, another ambulance drove to the gate of the prison.

Several prison guards carried two stretchers to get the two seriously injured prisoners out of the prison, then pushed them into the ambulance, and quickly closed the door.

The ambulance roared out.

Ten minutes later, the ambulance was already driving on a necessary path to the fixed hospital.This road is very empty, the road surface is a little bumpy, and there are vast forests extending out around it, with no end in sight.

The prison guard sitting next to the emergency bed swayed as the car bumped up and down.

In front of him, Fred, who was seriously injured, was lying on his back on the stretcher with his eyes tightly closed. Lying side by side with him on the simple stretcher was a big man with a bald head.

Blood was still oozing from the bald head's forehead, but his eyes were kept tightly closed. The expression on his face in a coma was very peaceful, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

The prison guard frowned: "Hey, it doesn't seem appropriate for him to look like this?" He asked an emergency doctor who was busy.

"It's nothing, I'll deal with him in a while. On the contrary, the injury here is more serious." The emergency doctor was busy treating Fred's bleeding wound, and responded without raising his head.

The prison guard shrugged and said nothing.

The first-aid box full of medical equipment was picked up and placed at the feet of the emergency doctor. Suddenly, the car bumped suddenly, and the equipment in the box immediately fell apart due to the bump. one place.

"Hey, buddy, drive the car as steadily as possible!" The emergency doctor raised his head slightly and complained.

However, he didn't notice that Fred, who had been in a coma, suddenly showed a vague expression on his pale face.

Suddenly, something happened.

Almost no one saw when Fred untied the first-aid stretcher. With the handcuffs thrown up, he hit the temple of the first-aid doctor who had just finished stitching himself hard, and at the same time, along the elbow Hitting another emergency doctor's throat, the doctor who was hit didn't even groan, and immediately fell to the ground slowly, without any response.

"Hey, raise your hand..." The police officer, who was a little slow to react, hurriedly wanted to draw his gun, but before his hand could pull out the gun, Fred was already tightly restrained by handcuffs. his neck.

Fred, who used his body weight reasonably, did not make the police suffer for too long.

After a while, all the people in the carriage, except the big bald man on the hospital bed, including the prison guards and doctors, were all lying on the ground.

"Hey, what happened?" The prison guard sitting in the front passenger seat of the ambulance finally noticed the abnormality. The sound of something heavy hitting the car panel in the rear compartment made him turn his head in doubt, and the sound came through behind him. iron fence with safety glass window looking back.

However, what greeted him was the black muzzle of the gun in Fred's hand.

"Bang bang!" Accompanied by two crisp gunshots, the ambulance immediately turned a corner, rushed out of the main road, and rushed towards the trees beside the road...

Amidst the smell of blood and gasoline, Fred just got out from the pile of scrap metal. Miraculously, there wasn't even a single scar on his body.

He opened his handcuffs and shackles with the key he found out at some point.

Then he stood in front of the completely scrapped car, took a meaningful look back, and then walked all the way to the depths of the forest without looking back.

"Boom!" The prison guard, who had just been stunned by Fred, seemed to have regained his strength. He struggled to get out from the deformed back door of the ambulance, and fell heavily on the ground.Soon, he struggled a few times, raised his front body and climbed a few steps forward. Finally, he had sight, took out his pistol with difficulty and raised it.

Stretching out his arms, tensing his wrists, and pulling the trigger with his fingers, he narrowed his eyes hard, trying to aim at the fleeing criminal through his increasingly blurred vision.

Suddenly, with a "poof", a thick needle was inserted into the main artery on the side of his neck, and it was pounded hard several times.The prison guard sobbed violently for a moment, and then fell silent in an instant.The gurgling blood rushed out from the pierced blood vessel, splashed all the gaps like a fountain, then joined the blood flow all over the ground, and quickly pooled into the blood puddles on the ground.

The bald man, who had been in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes in time and sat up. He didn't know when he rolled into the corner of the ambulance car. Then he lowered his head slightly and lowered his eyes.

A gust of wind blew over, and the gasoline leaking from the fuel tank was suddenly ignited.

The bald head threw away the bloody needle tube, and the needle tube made a crisp and shattering sound when it hit the metal compartment wall, making sure that the needle tube was not broken enough to detect fingerprints.Immediately afterwards, he picked up the scalpel that fell to the ground, and looked at the two emergency doctors lying on the ground with pity.

Without any unnecessary movements, the scalpel accurately cut across the necks of the doctors.Accompanied by two muffled groans, there were two blood-colored fountains rushing instantly...

The bald man watched the scene quietly as if appreciating a work of art, until the last drop of blood was drained, then he shook his head with some unsatisfactory intentions, ignoring the flames that were burning outside. Slowly wiped the blood-stained hands clean, then he took out the mobile phone of the prison guard who was killed by himself, and used it to send a text message: "The plan has changed, the time has moved forward, and the deal has been concluded."

A smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help saying to himself, "Sang, you're such a genius!"

Sang touched the wound on her forehead, bent down and turned over the first-aid kit that fell on the ground, tore off a piece of adhesive tape from inside, and slowly pasted it on her forehead, while dialing a number with her mobile phone: "9 -1-1."

"Hello, this is the 911 alarm center. Do you need any help?" After a few short voices, the 911 special line on the other end of the phone was connected.

"Someone has escaped from prison." There was a hint of teasing at the corner of Sang's mouth.

"Are you saying that someone has escaped from prison?! Hello?! Could you please give me the address in detail~~"

"Crack!" Before the other party could finish speaking, Sang threw the mobile phone in his hand on the ground, stepped on it fiercely, and crushed several times. The black mobile phone that was still in good condition was trampled on in an instant. His body was smashed to pieces.

The banter at the corner of Sang’s mouth turned into joy in an instant. He carefully rummaged through the ambulance that was on fire as if picking out exquisite items. Finally, he finally found the needle and thread he wanted, and then he could clearly watch the first aid. Sitting down under a tree where the car fire was spreading, he took out a silk thread for suturing the wound, and the hook-like silver needle was clamped between the tweezers.

Passing through, pulling up, and suturing, one stitch at a time, facing the wound on his arm, Sang seemed to be sewing a work of art, with eyes full of obsession and appreciation, and there was no pain at the corner of his mouth, holding tweezers His hands didn't tremble at all, although he didn't sew neatly.

"Boom!" Finally, the violent explosion came, and in the huge flames, a proud smile appeared on Sang's face.