Just when the man with glasses wanted to withdraw his eyes.

The mad kitchen outside is gone.

The man with glasses swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked out again, and instantly his heart stopped beating for a second.

Crack in the door.

A red eye was looking at him, and it was full of Senhan's killing intent, which made him feel a fear of sinking into the deep sea.

And so it went on for ten seconds.

"Are you going to come out on your own, or I'll help you out, first of all, if I help you, I'm not sure what I'll do on the way to open the door."

The man with glasses swallowed again.

"Well, do I have any other options?"

"Of course." The crazy chef nodded and said: "Of course, although this is Gotham, but it is also within the scope of the United States, I remember that this place is not called a democracy, I am also very democratic, I will give you three choices." ”

"First, I'll blow your head off."

"Second, I'll use the fist-thick hose next door to help you unclog your intestines."

"Third, you come out."

Glasses man: (ノಥ益ಥ)

The man in glasses walked out tremblingly, like a frightened quail.

Crazy Chef squinted at each other.

A brilliant plan was slowly coming to his mind, much better than killing the glasses man.

Thirty minutes passed.

The brow of the prison guard not far away furrowed slightly, and he seemed to be a little confused.

This kind of thing happens in normal times.

Usually it is accompanied by strange sounds and some people's screams, and it usually doesn't take more than 20 minutes, but this time it's been 30 minutes, and there is no sound at all.

And right now.

The door of the toilet opened, and the man with glasses walked out with his hands on the stall.

"Sir, can you give me a piece of clothing?"

The prison guard's expression changed on the spot.

“FUCK！ What the hell are they doing in there. ”

The prison guard drew his baton.

He opened the toilet door and walked in, but before he could say anything, a hand like a steel claw grabbed his neck, and then a huge force came, and it was immediately dark in front of him.

The guard's body fell vertically, but not on the ground, but on the mad cook.

The mad cook dragged the corpse into the toilet with a blank face.

Three minutes later.

The mad chef walked out dressed as a prison guard.

Speaking of which.

This trick Luo Sheng had used before, but it failed because of Tabitha's invasion, but it obviously worked this time.

Get out of the toilet.

The glasses man at the door trembled and didn't dare to move.

The murderous monster inside said.

He can kill him from a distance of ten meters without any difficulty.

Seriously.

If it were someone else, it might be.

But for a man who can kill so many prisoners with his bare hands.

This set of rules clearly does not apply.

That was enough reason for him to believe this, not to mention that the other party also promised to leave this prison with him.

"Hey, it's time to go, and besides, take this."

Behind him came the voice of a mad cook.

Then, the man with glasses felt a handful of cold stuff stuffed into his hand.

"What is this?"

"Is this it, is this it."

As soon as the words fell, the eyed man felt that his hand was forcibly pressed somewhere.

"Bang!"

A bang.

The man behind him, dressed in prison guard's clothes, suddenly began to yell, clutching his shoulder, which had been shot wounded.

At that time, the man with glasses was completely confused.

All the prisoners took advantage of the opportunity to shout.

Before the man with glasses could react.

A powerful blow slammed into his chest, followed by sharp pain.

He fell to the ground.

In front of him was the man who was clutching his shoulders and screaming, it was the same cellmate he had just met today, and his red eyes were looking at him......

"Hold on! I'll take you to the infirmary right away! Damn it! ”

The mad chef clutched his chest and kept his head as low as he could.

The guard helped him out.

The rest of the people who arrived were men with glasses who stepped forward to clean up the dead ones.

Crazy Cook is a good calculation.

In this area, he saw a total of two prison guards.

One was killed by him.

The other one is this one.

The new prison uniform, the new badge, the nervous look and yawn, it was obvious that he had just arrived, and he obviously had nothing to do with the one in the toilet.

Eighty or ninety percent of such a newcomer could not recognize whether he was a prisoner or a senior who came to work here before him.

The two of them arrived at the infirmary.

Along the way, the two didn't have anything to do with each other, but the crazy chef didn't let down his guard.