Click, click...

Jon's cheek was smashed, and his entire face was deformed. His nose, mouth, and eyes were completely covered with blood, and the white bones were faintly visible in the blood.

Yan Yu's fists showed no tendency to stop, as if they were transformed into a ruthless pile driver. Every time a punch landed on his face, there would be a splash of dazzling blood and a muffled sound like meat sauce.

Until Jon's face was completely beaten and it was almost impossible to tell who it was.

He stopped moving as if he had just woken up from a dream, slowly untied his blood-soaked clothes, and stood up from the ground panting, with a strong evil aura surrounding his body.

Gudong~

hiss……

The pause was lifted and the whole world suddenly resumed functioning.

The sound of smacking lips, sucking air, swallowing saliva...

The prisoners lying at the door shivered and avoided Yan Yu's gaze with flickering eyes. They endured the weakness of their legs and returned to bed with their heads shrunk.

Compared to Qiaoen, Yan Yu is undoubtedly more frightening.

Not only his strength, but also the crazy temperament in him.

He killed his biological parents, stabbed Chopper and three others to death, sent prison guard Tom to jail, and killed four more Jon today.

This is a perversion.

Perversion is unreasonable...

Yan Yu silently dragged the four corpses back to the cell, glanced meaningfully at the closed camera, and returned to his cell to take a shower and prepare to sleep.

When you hear the slight closing of the cell door, the rushing of water, and the squeaking of the bed...

Most people breathed a sigh of relief silently.

In the minds of these prisoners, the scene where Yan Yu pursed his lips and punched Jon in the face with an expressionless expression appeared. The bloody scene made them fear from the bottom of their bones, and they felt cold every time they thought about it.

Tonight, many people are destined to have insomnia.

——

Another area.

Reagan smoked a cigarette, watched Tom devouring his food, and said with a smile: "Brother Tom, don't worry, the warden will let you out when this matter is over. After all, you just made a mistake that everyone makes."

"I'm more concerned about that pervert." Tom was eating a burger, his bloodshot eyes staring at the darkened monitor.

"he?"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Reagan's lips. Yan Yu's move was beautiful, but he forgot that there was no prison guard here. He offended all the guards in the entire prison, and everyone wanted him to die.

"He is dead tonight." Reagan said softly: "Wait a while, that idiot Jon will run out and try to escape from prison, and then we can clean up the mess."

Bol promised Jon that as long as he kills Yan Yu, the monitor will be 'damaged' tonight and the guards will be selectively blind, allowing him to escape smoothly.

Whether it's for freedom or revenge for his brother Chopper, Jon has no reason to refuse.

It would be easy for Jon to kill Yan Yu, not to mention he had a weapon in his hand.

"I hope so."

Tom dipped it in ketchup and stuffed the crispy fries into his mouth. Somehow he always had a bad feeling in his heart.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said: "Would you like to turn on the surveillance camera and take a look? There has been no movement for so long. Is there something wrong?"

"Probably not." Reagan flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said thoughtfully.

Jon is the leader of the Black Horse Gang, the kind that he fights for and has strong fighting ability, otherwise he wouldn't have gathered so many people in the prison.

The last time Yan Yu was able to kill Chopper, he had the upper hand and was caught by surprise. What's more, he had a scalpel in his hand, otherwise he would not have succeeded.

What's more, this time it's not just Jon, but also his three younger brothers in the same cell. Four big men are facing off against a weak pervert. No matter how you think about it, they have a good chance of winning.

Tom looked at the clock on the wall, his ominous premonition growing stronger: "Open it and take a look."

"All right."

Reagan also felt that the time was a bit long, so he took out the keyboard and tapped twice to turn the closed camera back on.

Sizzling...

The monitor lit up, reflecting the white and cold scene of the corridor.

It was very quiet, as if nothing happened.

They didn't expect the scene of Yan Yu's body lying on the floor.

"What's going on?" Tom looked at his colleague.

Reagan's expression changed slightly, he subconsciously called up the page, looked at the electronic lock link prompt above, and muttered: "Did you forget to open the cell door?... It's open."

"Is something going wrong?" Tom stood up with a cry, anxiously wanting to go over and see the situation.

"Tom, you are a prisoner now."

Reagan stood up to remind him, took out his baton, spit out his cigarette butt and said, "Wait here, I'll go over and check the situation. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Although even he himself didn't believe the second half of the sentence.

Quickly arriving at the door of the corridor in this area, Reagan subconsciously pushed the door open and went in.

But as if he thought of something, he paused and stuffed his baton back, took out his pistol, and then cautiously pushed the door open and entered.

Ta, da.

Only his own footsteps echoed in the corridor.

In the past, the noise of the prisoners in the middle of the night had somehow disappeared without a trace. It seemed that Reagan was the only living person here.

Gulu~

He swallowed subconsciously, shook off the unfounded fear in his mind, and walked quickly to Jon's cell, wanting to see what was going on with this guy.

Can……

When the strong smell of blood in the cell hit his face, the eye-catching pools of blood, and the ferocious demon-like bloody body came into view, Reagan's mind went blank.

He murmured in his sleep: "What is this?"

Reason told him that this was a corpse.

But why are the bodies here? Aren't these the bodies of Jon and his friends?

Reagan endured the nauseating smell of blood, pinched his nose and pushed the door in. Carefully avoiding the pool of blood, he separated the bodies piled together and tried to identify them.

Three of them were easy to identify. Most of their injuries were on the throat or body, and their facial features were still intact.

But the last one...

It took Reagan more than ten seconds to identify this guy's identity from the tattoo on the corpse - Jon.

How is that possible?

How could it be Jon?

Who killed him?

Yan Yu?

Are you kidding me?

A chill rushed into the back of his head, making Reagan's face turn pale. He almost rushed out of the door, ignoring the blood on his feet, and ran quickly to the door of Yan Yu's cell.

Quiet, clean...

The other party seems to be sleeping?

What the hell...

Reagan's pupils shrank violently, and after a while he gritted his teeth and left, leaving only the sound of treading footsteps.

Bang!

He locked the corridor door, took a few deep breaths, took out his mobile phone and dialed Warden Bol's number: "Hello? Warden?"

"Who are you?" A gloomy voice sounded, indicating the owner's extremely bad mood when he was woken up in the middle of the night: "If you don't give me a good reason..."
Chapter completed!