After COS real people crossed, they tried to cover their vests to save their lives

The initial blast lit a death row prison on a remote island far from town.

On this unknown and mysterious island, apart from the prisoners to be executed and guards, there are only a few staff members who are responsible for transporting materials. It is hard to imagine how the culprit transported enough explosives into the impenetrable prison.

The explosion happened in one go, almost changing the landscape and flattening the island.

It is roughly estimated that more than 80.00% of the building area was destroyed by the bombing. The center is located in the accommodation area. There are very few survivors, and they are all buried under the burning ruins.

There were a total of 150 six prisoners. Among them, a few prisoners who escaped by chance were picked up by prison guards and called to stand in the playground as punishment.

At that time, the explosion exploded violently behind them, and the loud noise stung the eardrums, causing temporary deafness. After being overturned by the heat wave, they got up and saw the undispelled gunpowder smoke in the sky, so they could not believe what happened.

After a while of panic, they ran to a safe place and after arguing, they finally chose to contact the police.

After all, I don't know where I am, and the supply ships never stop, and there is no means of transportation to leave.

But the problem came again, they found that the radio on the island was also damaged by the explosion.

The boat comes only once a month, without pure water and food, almost a death sentence on this isolated island.

When they were desperate, they suddenly heard the sound of the propeller stirring the air from the sky. They were pleasantly surprised to see the helicopter with the company logo on it.

Obviously not the official media, said while facing the camera with exaggerated body movements.

"My God! It's hard to imagine that there are still survivors, oh no, maybe we need to contact the police to confirm their identities first!"

The subsequent few prisoners who escaped by chance were inevitably suspected, but after investigation, they were actually implicated in the shady scene that several people were sentenced to heavy sentences.

The relevant media came so timely, it is said that a passing ship bumped into it by chance and called the contribution hotline.

But this matter is doubtful, and there are generally no fishermen in the surrounding area going to sea in the middle of the night.

And when the rebroadcast passed, that number had already become an empty number.

Relevant reports have not jumped to the headlines, and with the strong night, Rome ushered in the darkest day of the 21st century——

Time goes back to the present.

Although the self-made|dynamite made by the real person is effective, it must take a lot to blow up the well-structured prison.

He didn't have that many explosives, nor did he have the time to find local gangsters to buy them.

It is unbelievable to say that he only needs to make one action, throwing a lighter into the warehouse next to the dormitory can trigger a violent explosion with an intensity range enough to conceal the disappearance of more than a hundred people.

Who would have thought that this prison was actually a stronghold base of the famous underground evil forces that had been destroyed on the surface?

Of course, it can exist blatantly, as long as some people at the top don't miss the benefits.

After the real person landed on the island guided by the system, he went straight to the canteen where the management was lax, and there were many people gathering to drink near eleven o'clock.

The yellowed chandelier hangs from the high ceiling and has been left undisturbed for a long time. There are many cobwebs on it. The dense black that looks dirty is the excrement of flies and insects. There are also some on the hot light bulbs that white moths keep hitting.

The real person pushed the door open and went in, and a gatekeeper immediately looked over.

He didn't see any special situation, so he stuck his head out and looked left and right in the corridor.

I thought I would have fun, but I was sure there was really no one, so I regretfully asked the others: "When do you think those newcomers will find out?"

The "prison guard" whose face was already red from drinking put his legs on the table, hiccupped and sneered.

"Maybe that student boy thought he was really in prison?"

Humanity | Desperation: "I said boss, when can you let your dad send a few girls in?"

"That's right!"

The one next to him complained: "You can go out and enjoy once in a while, but since our brothers were 'killed' by the net three years ago, it seems that we have taken root on this island, and we haven't seen each other for a year and a half. A decent woman with a curvy back."

The middle-aged man who was dressed in the warden's uniform and even had a military rank on his shoulder threw the glass in his hand in disdain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Boss, you also know that we are getting used to being straightforward."

The former said immediately, a good flatterer.

"If the boss doesn't care about the number of brothers, how can he stay with us on this desert island? Let his father send him abroad for plastic surgery, and he can still be active in the public after a few months!"

The "Prison Warden" sneered, and calmly said, "This is not to save your lives."

"You mean—"

Out of fear or fear, the person who spoke up failed to report their names.

The "Jail Warden" poured another glass of spirits, raised his head and slammed the bottom of the glass on the table after drinking it, almost knocking down the empty wine bottle next to him.

Thinking of the culprit who caused the current miserable life, he cursed with a ferocious face: "Sooner or later, I will make those enthusiastic bastards look good!"

It's rare to hear a needle drop here.

The system calls out the data explanation.

[Three years ago, large Italian gangs were suppressed by the state. ]

[It was announced that all members had been executed, but in reality all members were smuggled to Desert Island Prison through the operation of politicians in the main ruling party camp. ]

[Actually, this operation was not only a stepping stone for the politician to establish a positive image of killing relatives, but also because the gang formed by his only son at that time touched the interests of the passionate organization.The politicians, who knew that those people were not simple, took the first step before Diablo gave the order. ]

[At the request of his son, most of the gang members were rescued by the same means, but in order not to reveal the truth, they are strictly prohibited from entering and leaving. ]

[Occasionally, I will pick some clean backgrounds and fill them in as fresh blood for fun. ]

[Of course, the longest one can't live for more than three months. ]

After listening to the real person, he was silent for a while to comment.

"Italy is more simple and simple than I imagined."

He was standing right behind the "warden", holding the shaking bottle steady.Sweeping the audience, everyone will look over, but no one has the talent to see him.

"If you want to do it, do it big."

The real person clenched his fists and said, "Let's blow up the government building as well!"

Give the decadent political arena a chance to reshuffle the cards.

[Okay, just the explosives. ]

"Maybe it also has its own stock?"

The system felt that what he said was reasonable, and began to search the building for any suspicious things, but it was a pity that it was not found in the end.

At this time, the condemned prisoners talked about how to make use of the few new topics for fun, and everyone burst into laughter, and began to gamble to lower the price as if they were performing some kind of ritual that had become a custom.

The real man covered his ears with one hand, and lightly pressed the back of the man in front of him with the other hand.

"One."

Follow the rules to the next one.

In the huge room full of malice and desire, a different voice sounded.

"2, 3, 4..."

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"153."

The regular counting that no one can hear starts and ends, only the real people sing their own one-man show.

He closed his eyes to feel it, and confirmed that everyone present had his own magic power attached to them, and could use Wuwei Transformation at any time.

Is it used on a certain curse master before, or is it the first time to launch a spell on so many targets? Before doing it, the real person feels the abundant spell power in his body and asks: "I won't be drained, will I?"

System calculation analysis: [No, the consumption of abilities for ordinary people is different from that of conjurers. ]

After seeing the real person nodding in understanding, it didn't act immediately.

Instead, he jumped onto the table and activated the props to show up.

The real person snapped his fingers, "snap".

Hundreds of people at the scene woke up like a dream, and turned their necks simultaneously to look at the blue-haired young man with different pupils who suddenly appeared.

The man smiled what could be called harmlessly.

"Hi, please take care of me when we meet for the first time."

"Yes--"

"Passionate man--"

There was a chattering pot below, alcohol paralyzed the nerves and judgment, some people took out guns and shot, some tried to escape, but the real person had already set up a shielding signal in advance, and no one could leave the "tent".

"Wrong answer."

With a helpless expression, he used inaction to strengthen the skin to the density of bulletproof glass. The real person Shi Shiran took out the new police officer card that he had not long ago in the afternoon, and held it skillfully in his hand to show it.

Showing the same expression as in the ID photo.

"I'm a policeman, and I'm here to execute you now."

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It's all over in 10 minutes.

The real person handed over all the bombs to the half-curse spirit whose brain has been transformed into obedient props, and turned them into fish or birds and dropped them at the destination.

After dividing the things, I was a little distressed to see the rest of the messy creatures collapsing beside the tables and chairs on the ground.

"There are dozens more."

[Your stomach has a storage function. ]

The real person looked at those things that did not seem to be able to be imported, and strongly rejected them physically and mentally: "...don't."

Knowing that his acceptance of this aspect is very low, the system gives feasible suggestions: [You can make them smaller than the thickness of fingers in the original book, and then wrap them with something. ]

The real person shook his head frantically. He chose to make these half-curse spirits and half-humans look as similar as possible so that they could be stuffed into a warehouse.

In the middle of the busy work, he suddenly stopped and fell into deep thought.

He hesitated for a while and asked: "The food I ate before...can I spit it out again?"

[Yes, just chewing will not restore the prototype. ]

"..."

The real man covered his mouth violently.

[What's wrong? ]

"vomit--"

The system watched him vomit, throwing up all the food he ate in the past year.

[......]