When Mosaic heard this, he immediately snatched the food and water from Su Mo's hands, gobbled it up, and then according to Su Mo's request, he changed into the jailer's clothes and shoes and rushed out, he didn't ask Su Mo how he got out, because he didn't have the ability to care at all.

After the mosaic left, Su Mo put the mosaic's clothes on the jailer's corpse, and then hung the jailer with a rope.

At least if you don't come in and check, no one will find out that the prisoner has been dropped.

It's not that he doesn't want to use Huicheng to go back directly, but he can't use Huicheng in prison at all, he can only honestly wait for the skill to cool down for two hours, and he still has a pair of jailer's gloves in his hand, and he can become a jailer and go out when the time comes.

He had other ways to live, but in a place like a prison, the only one who could walk freely was the jailer, and even if he became a nobleman, he would be arrested immediately.

The rest of the waiting time was boring.

He wanted to switch his perspective and turn into Laifu to take a look at the situation in the chat group, but he was afraid that someone would suddenly come in this cell, and he would be unclear when the time came, not to mention that he didn't pay attention at all.

Theft will only be locked up for a few hours, and to help a felony escape from prison, at least Su Mo will stay in a cell until the Chinese New Year.

Don't underestimate this federal prison, there are very few prisoners who can escape from prison, even if they are very strong, and criminals of different strength will have different levels of treatment.

Su Mo suspected that even if Count Dracula was caught, he would probably not be able to get out easily.

ClickClick......

Su Mo in the fugue immediately woke up, and it was the sound of the cell door being opened.

He immediately stood up and hid behind the door, and then saw the cell door open and a jailer came in with a food tray.

Su Mo held his breath, he could see that on the rice plate was a palm-sized piece of black bread, only about half an inch thick, and a bowl of rice porridge that was almost crystal clear, about seven or eight grains of rice floating in it, and the only thing that was more extravagant might be the tomato sauce with a small piece of fingernails on the black bread.

It seems that these people really don't look at mosaics as people.

Even if Mosaic is not a good thing, it can't be so cruel to others, and Mosaic will not starve to death if he breathes a sigh of relief.

"Serve the plate, don't drop it, if the plate falls, you will die, and don't look back, according to the rules of the road, you must die when you see your face, I think you must not want to die."

Just as the jailer wanted to go around and feed the prisoner, an eerie voice came to his mind.

He was instantly agitated, and almost jumped, but the voice was so gentle, and the content of what he said was so terrifying, that it took his strong willpower to control the urge to throw the plate out.

A hand reached behind his side and picked up the slice of bread on the plate.

Immediately, the sound of chewing came to mind behind me.

"Unexpectedly, the food in the prison is quite good, it tastes very good, I really envy you, what's your name, forget it, I don't think we'll meet again at all, it doesn't matter if you know your name or not."

The person behind him was too calm, so he gathered into something like momentum.

The jailer felt like a tiger lying on his back, and he could swallow himself at any time and at any time.

"Are you a good jailer, or are you like him, beating and scolding prisoners all day long and demanding favors?" The voice behind him began to ask again, in a calm and leisurely tone, and those who didn't know thought he was in his own home, so he established an incomparably powerful image in the eyes of the jailer.

If the other side wants to, they can even slaughter an entire federal prison.

Before the jailer could regain a little sense, he saw another scene that he would never forget.

His colleague, a colleague with a good background, specializes in taking over some fat poor colleagues.

At this time, this colleague looked like a dead man - indeed dead can no longer die, his eyes were protruding, his face was pale, blood was oozing from his five holes, and a large hole had been pierced in his temple, through which the living jailer could even see the pink and white brains inside.

It's really a bit like a bean brain!

I don't know when it happened, he suddenly found that his pants were already wet, and they were still running down, and the warm water flowed down his thighs, soaking the cotton pants, and he soon felt the cold to the bone.

This winter in Tallinn, why is it so cold?

I don't know how long it took, but the jailer felt that the people behind him were gone, but he always felt that someone was talking to him in his ear, and he didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to turn his head.

By the time he came to his senses, he was already facing the warden.

Two jailers, one dead, and one nervous, escapes an important criminal, Shadow Mark.

As for Su Mo, who was arrested for stealing and disappeared, almost no one remembered this person - even if he did, it was useless, he didn't leave any real information at all.

When Su Mo returned to the shoemaker's house, Shadow Mark was waiting at the shoemaker's house as promised.

"Sorry, I'm late, I hope I'll be able to make it to dinner." Su Mo took off his hat, put it on the table, and slowly sat down on the table.

"Thank you so much for saving me out." Shadow Mark said.

"Don't thank me, just take what you need, I think you must have arranged our next trip." Su Mo turned his head again and faced Max with a smile: "According to the agreement, Max, this is your gift." ”

A yellow bullet.

Shadow Mark was a little unimpressed at first, but after taking a closer look, his pupils immediately narrowed.

As an assassin, he also knows this kind of thing, and he used a poison with the same effect on this mission, which can also quickly kill important NPCs.

It's just that compared to poison, the power and convenience of bullets are undoubtedly better, but the sound is a little louder.

"How can you have such a thing, as far as I know, only the nobles and the military will have it." Shadow Mark said with some envy, of course his boss has it, but unfortunately it will not be used for assassination.

It is said that experts are able to determine its owner from bullets, and if so, talk about a fart assassination.

"Thank you." The shoemaker grabbed the bullet and clutched it tightly in his hand, it would be his killer weapon, and anyone who dared to stand in his way to high society would be destroyed.

It's just a bullet, as for it, Su Mo despises it in his heart.

"Tomorrow, I will take you to meet my friend Lexus, the Beastmaster, and persuade him to teach you the skills of the Beastmaster, which are actually quite suitable for assassins." Shadow Mark said.

"Who said I was an assassin, I was a ranger." Su Mo's hand reversed, and the dagger appeared in his hand with a clatter, and disappeared directly after turning it over again.