"Damn! Damn it! I was scared. If you look like this, don't face someone with a straight face!"

Bang bang bang bang!

The jailer held his chest with one hand and continued to knock on the iron door with the butt with the other hand.

The blonde jailer glanced at the time on his wrist and couldn't help saying, "Sir, they are still waiting, hurry up and take the person over."

"..." The prison guard said to his mouth, swallowed it back, glared at Scarface from the surveillance window, and said disdainfully: "You are lucky, I won't be as good as you today."

Then carry the gun behind you, take out the key, and open the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened, the neck was tightly grasped by the hand that stretched out from it.

He could even clearly feel the fingertips inserted into his flesh and blood bit by bit.

"No, don't kill me." His voice was hoarse. At this moment, every breath of the jailer was accompanied by a burst of pain, rushing into his brain.

He reached behind his back, wanting to hold a gun.

"People always mistakenly think that the beasts in the cage are the same thing as wild animals." After a click, Scarface twisted the prisoner's neck on the spot.

He pulled out his five fingers and fell to the ground, completely losing his anger.

The blonde prison guards on the side were frightened from beginning to end, let alone resisting.

He was really sure that Scarface was right. The long-term monitoring of the monsters through the prison door made them have a kind of illusion that these guys actually did not have as terrifying as they imagined.

"You, you can't kill me. If you kill me, you will lose the opportunity to be free!" The blonde jailer closed his eyes tightly, his arms subconsciously raised, protecting him in front of him.

Hearing this, Scar's blood-stained hands froze in the air, and then retracted them and said, "Oh! Tell me in detail."

"The specific matter will be known only after meeting Chief Smith." The blonde jailer said tremblingly.

"What are you waiting for? Get up quickly and take me to see him." Scarface stretched out his hand again, but this time, it was not for the purpose of taking human life.

"Thank you." The blonde jailer grabbed Scarface's hand and stood up with his help.

Reception room.

When I saw the blood on Scar's hands, Warden Smith couldn't help but sigh, "Gillert, can you not cause me some trouble? How can I send you out with confidence?"

Gillert walked to the sofa with a swaying swaying, and with a focus of more than a dozen weapons, he sat down calmly, opened his arms, placed them on the backrest of the sofa, crossing his legs, and his posture was more arrogant and arrogant. "I don't care. At worst, I'll be locked up until I die. Besides, I mean kindness, I'll blame you for being too stinky."

Smith couldn't understand where Gillert got his face and dared to put the label of kindness on himself.

"Hey..." Another sigh, he began to talk about the serious matter, and introduced: "This is the director of the fake missing program team of all human beings..."

After listening to his words.

Gillert said in disbelief: "Let me go and do a variety show? Are you right? Do I look like a clown?"

"Absolutely no such thing!" The director quickly stood up, "That Daxia man is not as simple as we imagined. He seems to have mastered some mysterious oriental magic. We hope you can go and verify it. Of course, just verify it, and don't hurt his life."

"After things are done, we will discuss with the Trial Court to reduce your sentence for you so that you will not stay on this dark desert island forever."

"..." Gillert was not in a hurry to agree, he was thinking.

"One hundred million US dollars, this is my appearance fee, isn't it a problem?" Gillert stretched out a finger, "I think this little money should not be a big deal for the top ten consortiums."

"After I recovered from freedom, I had a long time ago my head was covered in gray hair and my muscles were atrophy. I couldn't work anymore. I had to consider what happened at that time, right?"

"Okay! No problem!" The director agreed very simply.

This amount of money can be earned by inserting a few seconds of advertisement during live broadcast, and it is not worth mentioning at all.

"Since that's the case, I wish us in advance." Scarface stood up and politely stretched out his hand, smiling: "Happy cooperation,"

"Working together, happy cooperation." The director suppressed the fear in his heart and responded with a smile.

Keep praying inside and never make any mistakes.

The reason why I chose the prisoners in the Death Island Prison was a gimmick on the one hand, and on the other hand, if Chen Weizhen mastered some mysterious oriental magic, it wouldn't matter if he regarded Gillet as a threatening character, and it would be fine to kill him.

Who cares about the life or death of a slaughtering demon?

Afterwards, Gillett was put on electronic handcuffs and left the Death Island Prison with his team and several vanguards in helicopters.

He looked at the smaller and smaller island on the sea, and at an angle no one noticed, the corner of his right lips slightly raised.

Four or five hours later.

The plane landed at Yangcheng Airport.

...

"Oh! What a high wall! Did you build it?" Gillett raised his head and said in surprise.

No one paid attention to him.

Staff signaled to release the situation.

Rumble!

A thick iron door slowly opened, allowing only one person to pass through the gap.

Gillert moved his neck and shoulders, making a crackling sound, and said with a smile: "Stay tuned for my performance. I think I will definitely become a good actor."

Vehicles have been prepared in advance within the wall and sent Gillett to a villa three kilometers away from Chen Wei’s house to avoid exposure.

Gillett was put down, looked at the vehicle that was leaving, sighed and said, "Let me fight against an Eastern mystery with bare hands, puff! Eastern mystery magic, hahaha..."

Halfway through his words, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

All of this is under the surveillance of the director team.

"It seems that he looks down on Chen Wei very much." The staff looked at the director next to him.

"Compared with this, I'm more worried about what trouble he will cause, so that the anesthetic bees will follow him 24 hours a day. If there is any extraordinary action, anesthetize immediately!" the director ordered.

"yes!"

At the same time, feedback from the operation and publicity team came from the news that the most dangerous prisoners in the world and the mysterious Eastern cultivator had bribed the navy and released them with various major V accounts.

Dead first and then report?

They do not deny it.

Even if Daxia pursues it, just use a single sentence to plan, and it will not cause social unrest, just pass it perfunctorily.

"Come on, let me see what kind of strength you have, Chen Wei." The director turned the flat screen back to Dushan Villa.

It can be seen that Chen Wei was still meditating on the roof of the villa and did not move.

A bee drone is docked two or three meters away, responsible for monitoring his body temperature in real time to facilitate determination that the person is still alive.

Even if you die, you cannot die without understanding or understanding.

On the other side, on the Internet.
Chapter completed!