There is chaos on the bridge, and the battle between the jailers and criminals is completely opened by Wild's deliberate manipulation.

"Die! Navy! It was the cry of a criminal who had only remembered the Navy as an enemy in his life, and even though the opponent he had smashed his fist at was a jailer, that did not prevent him from making the jailer and the navy one.

"Bang!" The jailers also began to fight back, shooting, whipping, and fisting the rioting prisoners.

A steady stream of jailers arriving from afar was blocked by prisoners from elsewhere on the bridge, and at this time, no one wanted to let go of this opportunity, the only chance to leave Advance City.

The prisoners who fought with the jailers sometimes turned their eyes to the man standing in the middle with a smile on his face, and the bullets passed through his body without causing him to be hurt in a single bit, which gave the prisoners hope.

Maybe... This man can really lead them out of Advance City.

Wilder didn't know what the prisoners were thinking, his eyes were fixed on the jailers who surrounded him but were forced to pull the other prisoners into battle, and Wild's eyes were looking for something to observe.

"So... That's you. With a strong smile on his face, Wild raised his right hand, and the raging swamp erupted.

"Wild swamp-" The right hand slapped heavily on the bridge deck, and a large amount of swamp quickly secreted out of the palm of the hand, radiating out in all directions under the pressure of the bridge deck and the palm of the hand.

The moment he left his hand, the swamp rose like a wave, and suddenly rose up.

"A double manga!"

Around Wild's body, the jailers and prisoners who were fighting so much suddenly felt a darkness above their heads, and when they looked up, their pupils instantly dilated to the extreme.

"What is this!?"

"No!"

"You monster! You can't do this! ”

"Ahh

Both the prisoners and the jailers panicked in the swamp that crushed down their heads, and the frightened eyes said it all, and some people began to run outside.

But there are still people, including Wild Desmond's target, who have lost the lead.

The swamp pressed down from the top of their heads, and the frightened eyes and howls didn't stop the swamp for a second.

"Wow!"

With the sound of a liquid falling down and then spreading in all directions, everyone within a radius of ten meters centered on Wild was covered and buried by the swamp, although it was not yet completely buried, but some of the struggles seemed to add only a few highlights to the picture at this time.

Hands, feet, faces, and things on the swamp slowly sank after a struggle.

"You guy...! Look what you've done! The angry voice sounded in his ears, and Wild just stood up, his face was slightly pale and his breathing was a little rapid, but he still turned his head sideways when he heard the voice.

He was the first bald prisoner to come forward.

Wilder had a good impression of this guy, at least compared to Egger's guy, the bald head in front of him was much more pleasing to his eyes.

"Uh-huh, hehe... Don't worry, I'm just here to save everyone's time, after all... If you want to leave Advance City, you can't stay here forever. As he spoke, the swamp on the bridge began to swell and slowly flowed back into Wild's body.

Soon, the swamp on the bridge deck was all back in Wild's body, and the bodies of the prisoners and jailers were re-revealed on the bridge deck as the swamp flowed back and contracted.

The prisoners and jailers, who almost thought they were going to die, knelt on the bridge and coughed violently, without exception, and their eyes were full of horror when they looked at Wild.

But no one noticed that several of them had not reappeared like them.

"Hah!"

The bald prisoner's angry face changed when he saw this scene, and he looked like he fully understood and agreed, smiled haughtily, and nodded: "It's indeed much easier to solve this way." ”

As he spoke, he walked up to the jailers who were still coughing to death, picked one up in one hand, and threw it into the iron pot under the bridge like a dumpling.

Wilde suddenly felt that this guy was really too pleasing to the eye, it was like his god assist.

So... Mr. God assists, I wish you the best of luck for the future.

The smile crept in, and Wild withdrew his gaze from him.

The battle on the bridge did not stop at this time because of the situation on Wild's side, but there was a tendency to intensify.

A large number of jailers arrived from afar, and the prisoners, who had long been fed up here, also broke out in the atmosphere of three tigers and joined the battle one after another.

Wilder knew in his heart that this was only temporary, and that he had to get out of the battlefield first.

As for the prisoners......

Wild could only wish them the best of luck.

And before that, it is still necessary to lead these prisoners on a certain journey and make the appearance that they should be like when they escape from prison.

"Hey! Tell me your name. After thinking about it for a moment, Wild said a word to the bald head who had made a slight impression on his mind.

"Me? My name is Bais. The big bald head heard Wild's voice, turned his head back, grinned, and said with a mouthful of big white teeth.

"Tell them it's time for us to go." Wilde nodded expressionlessly, then turned and walked forward, and his deep voice sounded again the moment he turned around: "If you can't keep up, don't blame me for dying." ”

"Haha! Of course! Byss glanced at Wild's back, looked up and laughed, and then began to rally the prisoners to follow Wilder's footsteps.

The prisoners began to fight and retreat, shouts of killing, excitement and excited laughter resounded over the bridge.

More and more prisoners joined the ranks and moved in the same direction.

Behind him were more and more jailers who were converging in pursuit, and in front of them were jailers who came from other places to help, but they were soon torn apart by a group of fierce prisoners.

Wilder was at the forefront, unable to make his footsteps change even a bit, and the prisoners around him would strike first and tear apart the enemies in his way.

As he walked forward, Wild became more and more silent, he didn't know where he was going to take these guys, and if there was a twist at the end of the road? Or what kind of place does it lead to?

He didn't know.

All he knew was that as long as he kept going, a powerful enemy would soon appear and crush them.

At that point, Wild and Wild will take the opportunity to get out.

And these prisoners, including Bais, will also be reduced to fish in the pond in their own calculations.

Is it dead or alive......

Maybe these people didn't have the right to live in the first place...

Weakness is the original sin.