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Chapter 183: Kill them all!

A sentry on duty on a watchtower raised his rifle and aimed it at the sky, apparently intending to fire a warning shot.

"Hey! Don't!"

Seeing this, the sentry on the next watchtower immediately used the walkie-talkie to contact the man. The sentry with a gun put down his rifle and turned to look at the sentry who had just spoken.

Then, a voice came from the intercom:

"Captain De Lopez, I think you should come up and take a look. The guy who just came in is quite skilled and has knocked down more than a dozen people."

"What? Okay, I'll come up right away!"

Captain De Lopez, the prison guard, walked up to the No. 11 watchtower, stood behind the fence, looked inside the prison area, and immediately gasped.

Good guy...

Roy stood 5 meters in front of the cordon, with more than a dozen prisoners of all skin colors lying around him.

"Did he defeat all these people by himself?" asked De Lopez.

The sentry nodded, "Yes Captain, it took less than 20 seconds."

hiss--

Take another deep breath.

Captain De Lopez adjusted his police hat with a front brim and pressed the intercom communication button on his left shoulder with his right hand:
"Come on, come on, all of you come up and take a look!"

After receiving the call from Captain De Lopez, the prison guards who were on duty that day but not on duty ran to the nearby watchtower and looked at the prison area together.

In an instant, the sound of people gasping for air was heard everywhere.

After receiving the message, the warden took the elevator to the highest watchtower and looked into the prison area.

Many prisoners were moving towards this side quickly, and various shouts and noises were heard one after another in the prison area.

"Oh, the new guy is pretty good."

"Brothers, he injured Sanchez, come and get revenge!"

"Where are you from, you little brat? Don't you know the rules?"

"Kill him, kill him!"

"Boy, do you want to be the second Baker? This past week has been really strange. Just now there was the one-on-one champion Baker, and now there's another one..."

The Baker mentioned by this person is the alias of the target Roy wants to rescue.

Roy, who had keen hearing, immediately heard someone mention the target's alias amid the noisy noise, and then turned to look at the person who had just spoken.

Roy said coldly with an expressionless face: "I will spare your life."

"What? Are you looking for death..." The white-bearded man frowned and looked fierce, obviously irritated by the other party's contemptuous words and expression.

More and more prisoners gathered at the first prison area, and almost all of them came out of their cells. The noise outside was so loud that everyone wanted to come out and see what was going on.

At this moment, a white male figure appeared on the second floor of the concave four-story prison building. This man was exactly the target Roy was looking for. He bent over and supported himself on the metal guardrail with his forearms, observing the newcomer who was surrounded by dozens of people.

An excited roar came from the prison guard's intercom:

"Guys, place your bets. Tell us your numbers. Let's bet on how long that guy can last. 10 seconds, 1 to 1. 20 seconds, 1 to 2. 30 seconds, 1 to 3... 1 minute, 1 to 6. 2 minutes, 1 to 10... 3 minutes, 1 to 20..."

The shouting of the prison guards standing on the watchtower seemed to be overwhelming the prisoners, and the guards began to place bets on the intercom.

"I'll bet 10 seconds, $100."

"30 seconds, $200."

"I'll do it. I'll take 20 seconds. It's $400."

"I think one minute should be fine. After all, he has already hit so many. Look, I bet one minute, $1."

"Sir, what are the odds if he can just stand there and not fall down, and instead knocks everyone down?" asked a prison guard.

"100 dollars, all included!" the market responded.

"Then I bet he won't fall."

As soon as these words were spoken, the prison guards were in an uproar, and they all looked at the idiot who had bet everything, with all kinds of contempt on their faces. You know, there are almost 100 extremely vicious prisoners gathered down there, and more than half of them are on death row.

The worst prisoners in Honggao Prison are murderers. The rule here is that prison guards will not interfere in the affairs of prisoners unless they hide illegal items. This means that even if someone dies in there, it is not a big deal.

The prisoners would throw the bodies inside the cordon, and naturally the prison guards would come in and drag the bodies away and bury them on the yellow soil outside.

If you dig around the Honggao Prison, you'd probably find hundreds or even thousands of human skeletons. It's that terrifying a place like this.

While the prison guards were placing their bets, the prisoners also started placing their bets at the same time, but only Baker bet that the new guy would not fall.

Roy glanced at the prisoners surrounding him, but did not find the target in the open space of the prison area. He then glanced at the second floor of the cell building again, and finally saw the target, Michael, in the middle of the concave corridor.

The two people's goals were intertwined. Michael raised the corner of his mouth and smiled at Roy. It looked like he knew that the man was looking for him.

Seeing the target, Roy no longer hesitated.

In Roy's opinion, waiting for the other party to attack first is a fool's behavior. To strike first is to gain the upper hand is his truth.

Roy rushed forward, leaped up, and aimed his elbow at one of the men's heads.

click-

The right elbow hit Lao Hei on the top of his head, and a crisp sound of cervical vertebrae breaking was heard. Then his body went limp and he went to see God on the spot.

[Flying Leap: Bounce +1]

When Roy jumped, his feet were at least 2.6 meters off the ground, causing the prison guards on the sentry tower on the prison wall to exclaim in surprise.

After landing, Roy used his right whip kick to break the shin bone of the Latin man in front of him. He screamed immediately: "Ah! My leg!"

The Latin man fell to the ground, hugged his legs with his hands, and rolled on the ground.

There were gasps from the prison guards.

"Guys, a newcomer is so arrogant, come on, kill him..." Before the man could finish his words, a straight punch came at him. The man had no reaction at all, and watched helplessly as the huge fist like a sandbag came straight to his face.

boom--

Roy used 80% of his strength in this punch. The moment his fist touched the opponent's face, he broke the bridge of his nose. The entire nose was hammered into the skull, and he died on the spot. Corpse: "???"

[Damage received: Bone hardness +1]

[Damage received: Recovery +1]

Roy knocked down three people in three seconds. He didn't stop and plunged into the crowd. Roy liked group fights the most. He liked it even more than using guns. There was no other reason. The real feeling of hitting was more exciting, and his physical strength was almost unlimited.

[Physical Strength Consumption: Physical Strength +1]

boom--

Uppercut to the jaw.

The man's body flew into the air and flew backwards. Faintly, the skin on the man's neck showed signs of tearing.

This hook punch directly separated the opponent's head from the cervical spine. The huge impact force even tore the skin on the opponent's neck. As for the jaw, it had already been shattered.

[Violent Punch: Strength +1]

With a backhand, Dabidou fanned out the little black eyeball in front of him.

A bloody scene appeared before the eyes of the prisoners.

Many prisoners who were squeezed in the front swallowed their saliva, and some wanted to retreat, but they couldn't, because the people behind were constantly rushing forward and squeezing forward.

This is crazy...

The prison guards in the watchtower looked at each other with shock on their faces. This guy must be a monster.

"How did they catch him?"

"No...don't know..."

"Can I modify my bet?"

"Can't!"

Just as the prison guards were whispering, Roy rushed forward, kicked forward with his right leg, and kicked down five or six people.

"20 seconds..."

He continued to charge forward, punching the cheek, breaking the cheekbone and knocking out the teeth.

A hook punch shattered his jaw, broke his tongue and filled his mouth with blood.

The straight punch broke the wind, the nose bone sunken, and the eyeballs bulged out with juice overflowing.

A whip kick to the side broke the leg bones and the broken bones penetrated the skin.

The knee was kicked forward, breaking it and bending the leg bone backwards.

A flying roundhouse kick, with the head rotating 360 degrees...

The attributes related to fighting and physical fitness in Roy's mind soared.

At the same time, nearly thirty people were lying on the ground.

On the other hand, Roy only produced a little sweat under the scorching sun and didn't even breathe.

Prisoners: “???”

The prisoners looked at each other with horror on their faces, their minds filled with shock and surprise, and fear instantly appeared on their cheeks.

This is too scary.

It's even more terrifying than that Baker.

For a moment, the crowd gradually retreated, and no one dared to go up.

Baker on the second floor nodded slightly, and it seemed that he acknowledged Roy's strength.

"A bunch of trash!"

A loud shout came from behind the crowd.

The prisoners looked back, their throats rolled and they swallowed their saliva. The shout came from Torres, a guy who was two meters and two meters tall and weighed over 180 kilograms. His nickname was the Strong King and he was a bully in Honggao Prison.

The prisoners made way for him.

The huge Torres walked up to Roy with his upper body naked, and looked down at Roy, who was a head shorter than him.

"They are all trash, why don't we have a fight?" As he said this, Torres glanced around at the ground and saw more than thirty half-dead corpses.

"Torres is coming..."

"He hasn't made a move in a long time."

"Has the new Baker fought him?"

"No……"

Whispers suddenly broke out among the prisoners.

When the warden saw Torres coming out, a smile spread across his face. He turned to his men and said, "This is going to be a good show."

The prison guards in the watchtower were almost all dejected, not because of anything else, but simply because the man below had persisted for more than five minutes.

This means that all their money is gone.

The prison guard who bet that Roy would not fall made a fortune.

Torres showed disdain and sarcasm on his face. Although the ground was full of people lying, he was not afraid at all, because the scene was almost the same when he first came in.

At that time, he also defeated more than 30 people by himself.

Torres held out his hand: "If you lose, you will be my little brother."

Roy sneered, "If you lose, you'll be my little brother."

Torres: “???”

(End of this chapter)