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Chapter 167: The Shocking Kidnapping Case (6)

Imperial Capital Prison.

The warden sat in his office, answering the phone.

"Hello, this is Imperial Capital Prison."

"Can you provide us with ten more Scranton Reality Anchors?"

"We can't spare any more. If we do, we won't be able to suppress the prisoners here," the warden said, glancing out of his office window. "What exactly is happening over there?"

"We're still short in numbers. The enemy likely possesses extremely powerful weird artifacts. Based on the current Hume index, a forceful attack would still result in significant casualties."

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing more I can do."

The warden hung up the phone.

Imperial Capital Prison is a circular prison. The outer ring houses the dormitories and offices for the prison guards, while the center contains the cells for the inmates.

The cell block is tower-shaped. Its exterior Hume levels must be maintained below -100 at all times to ensure that the inmates cannot escape and external weird forces cannot infiltrate.

However, this setup also results in highly unstable space-time conditions within the cells. A normal person staying inside for just ten seconds could potentially undergo permanent weird transformation, and even with protective measures, one cannot stay inside for more than thirty minutes.

As a result, the internal structure of the cells is highly automated to minimize human intervention.

Meanwhile, Imperial Capital Prison harbors a secret known only to the leaders of the strategy group and heads of various nations.

Most of the inmates are extremely vicious and seemingly immortal, with confinement being the only means to restrain them.

Interestingly, about seventy percent of these inmates were once retired adventurers.

Retired adventurers, upon returning to the real world, might again hear the ravings of the 'Director'. If these adventurers are not resolute in will, they could quickly fall into darkness, becoming enraged, bloodthirsty weird beings.

Those who manage to leave the weird world alive are either exceptionally talented or possess brave, meticulous personalities. If such individuals turn into weird creatures, they pose an even greater threat to humanity than the weird world itself.

Therefore, all retired adventurers are invited to join the strategy group. Even if they decline, the group keeps them registered and conducts regular home visits.

This serves both as a protective measure for the retired adventurers and as a form of surveillance.

Past teammates could potentially become current enemies.

The warden, frustrated, tried to light his lighter, but after several attempts, he tossed it into the trash can and leaned back in his office chair.

"Things have been quite troublesome lately..."

He picked up his phone and opened the live broadcast, trying to distract himself from the mounting tensions.

Just then, the live broadcast showed the moment when Love attempted to throw Wang He off the building.

"What the heck? Has this guy lost his mind?"

The warden sat up straight, his eyes glued to the screen.

Contrary to the gruesome scene he had anticipated, Gu Yi miraculously intervened in time to save Wang He.

"This kid is really something!" he couldn't help but exclaim, slapping the armrest of his chair.

Bang!

A loud explosion sounded outside the office, startling the warden so much that he nearly dropped his phone. He hurried to the window to look outside.

A cloud of dust rose from the southeast corner of the prison. Guards were swarming towards the site of the explosion.

"What's happening?"

Leaving his office, the warden grabbed one of his subordinates.

"Sir, the prison is under attack."

"An attack on the prison? What are they after?"

The explosions outside intensified, and the prison gates were blown open by enemy artillery – it was hard to imagine how these people managed to smuggle so much ammunition into the Dragon Country.

"How can they have such heavy firepower?"

"It must be smuggled weapons."

"Never mind that, take your men to defend. I'll call for backup."

"Yes, sir."

The warden hurriedly picked up the phone to request military support. "This is Imperial Capital Prison. We are under attack by fanatics. We need backup immediately."

"We've already received the report and are on our way!"

Boom!

Suddenly, a bomb blasted open the warden's office, burying him under rubble and debris.

The fanatics, armed to the teeth, barged into the office. In no time, they located the key to the main gate of the demon-suppressing tower. Their actions were proficient, indicating they came prepared.

"Got it?"

"Got it."

"Hurry up."

Leaving the office, the fanatics suddenly heard a noise from a corner.

The warden emerged from the rubble, charging at the fanatics like a starving tiger. Without a weapon, he resorted to biting.

"Ah—"

"Shoot him, don't bother with him!"

The fanatics shot the warden, along with their comrade caught in the scuffle. They then separated the two bodies and retrieved the key from the warden's hand.

"Don't dilly-dally, use guns when you can."

"Understood."

The two fanatics left the office building, heading straight for the central cell block.

On the outer building, the guards were still engaged in a fierce gunfight with the fanatics, too occupied to attend to the prison cells. The fanatics set fires outside, quickly engulfing the entire prison in thick smoke.

"Let's go, Lord Jin Xin is in cell block C-1047."

"Right."

Wearing protective suits, they rushed into the cell block without hesitation.

The distorted space made them dizzy, but the amulets given by Dr. W soon took effect, leading them to the right path.

In less than twenty minutes, they located the cell where Jin Xin was supposedly held.

"Are you sure we didn't get lost?"

"Of course not."

"Then why is there a spittoon in the cell?"

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They used the key to unlock the cell door.

The spittoon, hearing the fanatics' movements, wobbled from side to side.

One of them took out a crowbar and forcefully smashed it down.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

After three strikes, he finally broke open the spittoon, revealing a thin, skeletal dead man's head inside.

Jin Xin slowly lifted his eyelids, looking weakly at the two fanatics, "Have you... come to rescue me?"

"Yes."

"I don't have any strength left."

"No problem, we have this."

One of the fanatics took out a dream fragment and stuffed it into Jin Xin's mouth.

Jin Xin's head instantly plumped up, his eyes burning with a flame of vengeance, "Get me out of here quickly."

"Okay."

The two carried Jin Xin and retraced their steps.

Upon exiting the demon-suppressing tower, they were dumbfounded.

The Anti-Weirdness task force had already made its way back, somehow getting the news early and rushing to the rescue. According to the original plan, they were supposed to arrive in another 10 minutes!

"Open fire!"

The army started shooting without hesitation, killing the two fanatics on the spot.

Jin Xin's dead head fell onto the fanatics' chest, covered in blood.

"Capture the prisoner!"

Jin Xin grinned, moving his head with his chin, and pulled out a paintbrush from the fanatics' chest.

The army with their eyes wide, immediately raised their weapons.

"Shoot the paintbrush!"

Bang Bang Bang!!!

Bullets flew out.

But it was already too late.

Red ink traced a beautiful arc in the air, and Jin Xin disappeared from sight under everyone's watchful eyes.

"Activate the spatial anchor, have you located him?"

"He's heading towards the Imperial Capital Hotel, and should arrive in about three minutes."

"Quick, go back, and order a full assault on the building."

"Aren't we considering the hostages?"

"This is an order just issued by President Wang He. What's more important, the safety of the whole world or a few hostages?"

"Yes, sir!"

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