Thunder City, Tykesen Prison.

This is no ordinary prison cell.

A separate suite, with no roommates, and all areas of activity for the rest of the prisoners are separated. Almost any reasonable request of a prisoner living here will be met, he (or she) can ask to see any of his family members, he or she can designate any delicacies from the mountains and seas, and whatever he says will be immediately arranged by the prison guards.

At first glance, it may seem like a VIP suite with a unique treatment, but even the most vicious prisoner would never want to come here if possible.

The reason is simple, it is only for death row prisoners.

It's been a while since we've had a new guest, and the last person to be executed was three years ago.

Aslan is the long-lost owner of this room. He was sentenced to death a month ago, and his execution date is approaching soon. This makes both the jailers and the prisoners stay away from him during this month, and no one dares to trouble him, because you never know what the consequences will be for provoking a dying person.

Especially when this person is Aslan Khalifa.

If anyone interviewed anyone who knew him well and asked what kind of person Aslan Khalifa was, the word that would appear most frequently would undoubtedly be "crazy".

Because this is definitely the most pertinent evaluation. It seems to be born to kill.,Since I was a student, I've appeared on the list of troubled teenagers who bullied and brawl many times.,When I grew up, I joined a local gang.。

It's not a big gang, but it's quite a lot. However, during a certain conflict with his superiors, Aslan alone killed everyone present in the organization, using extremely cruel methods, creating a blood eucalyptus that shocked the entire city's above-ground and underground world.

After that, he liked to mention a wanted card for the whole territory, and during the hunt, he brutally killed more than a dozen innocent civilians, and even killed many security officers at his hands, the degree of brutality is unbelievable.

It is precisely because of this that he was sentenced to death almost immediately after he was caught.

But Aslan didn't care about it at all.

There was only one day left before the execution, but he didn't even think much of it. At this time, he was in his VIP suite, punching and punching the reinforced alloy wall of the cell, and the dull sound of Peng echoed in the confined space.

Of course, he is just a human after all, a flesh and blood body, and no matter how hard his fists are, they can't be stiff than reinforced alloy wall panels. Cells designed for death row inmates abandoned almost everything superfluous, and the daily activities of the prisoners were curtailed to the extent necessary, making escape almost impossible.

His fists were already fleshy and would probably break in a few punches. But as if he didn't even feel the pain, punch after punch, he continued to mechanically swing his blood-soaked fist at the wall.

There was no point in doing so, it wasn't that he could really fight his way out of this impregnable cell with his fists. He was simply venting his excess power, unleashing the destructive impulse that had nowhere to place.

In a report in the Daily Thunder City, he was very accurate in its assessment, "Yaslan Khalifa is a pure beast that thinks faster than his brain. "He kills people just because he wants to. He destroys, just for the sake of destruction. That's why he's extremely dangerous.

Fortunately, he was going to die.

That's how it should be.

"Huh...... Look at you, it's embarrassing. ”

The voice rang out in the sealed cell. Aslan stopped what he was doing, squinted his eyes and turned his head.

Empty.

"Your talents shouldn't stop there." The voice rang out again, "We shouldn't stop there. They sentenced you to death and put an end to you on their own initiative, as if they really had the final say.

Those ridiculous people, they want to see the news of your last breath on TV, in the newspapers. Because they are afraid of you, it gives them peace of mind and allows them to sleep peacefully at night. ”

The voice chuckled grimly twice, laughter echoing through the small space.

"But it doesn't have to be that way." The voice continued, "Tomorrow doesn't have to be your end, it can be a beginning...... Our starting point. ”

Aslan maintained his gloomy eyes, like a frightened wolf looking around for prey.

"Who are you?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

The voice burst out laughing.

"Me?" It laughed, "I am...... You. ”

......

Moment.

"Be vigilant, lads."

The pot-bellied warden walked down the narrow corridor.

"Keep your eyes open and keep your eyes on it, the bullet will remain loaded.

As soon as that guy crosses the safety line, you shoot straight away.

As soon as he makes an offensive statement, you shoot him as well.

Don't worry about accountability, if someone kills him, everyone on this planet owes that hero a medal. ”

"You're over-nervous, chief." "I know he's done a lot of things, but now he's unarmed, just one man, and we're all armed. ”

"Don't take it lightly, he's the most dangerous person I've ever seen in my life."

As he spoke, the warden had come to the door of the special cell.

"Now, open the door. Be careful, he may attack you. The warden stepped aside.

"Yes, sir."

The captain stepped forward, pulled out a bunch of keys, found one of them, and opened the door.

The moment the iron door was opened, everyone almost went into cardiopulmonary arrest.

It was empty.

"Impossible!" The captain exclaimed, "There are no other entrances and exits here, how did he ......!?" ”

"Level 1 Alert." The warden also immediately came back to his senses, "We have a very high-risk fugitive death row prisoner......"

Before he could finish his sentence, when he turned his head, he saw the demonic face that he would never forget.

It was a jailer who followed the group. Because he was wearing a helmet and protective gear, and the light was dim and no one was paying attention, he was never noticed.

But at this time, looking at the jailer, the distorted and strange smile, as if it was not like the gloomy eyes that humans can have, it was the condemned prisoner who should have been in this empty cell.

Somehow, he left his prison and probably killed one of the jailers. He changed into the jailer's clothes and followed the group silently through the group, like a taunt to all of them.

"No!" The warden shouted, "It's Khalifa, ...... quickly"

But it was too late. With a cruel smile on his face, Yaslan Khalifa picked up his firearm without saying a word, and clicked a bullet at the person next to him. In an instant, blood gushed out, and a whole team of jailers didn't even have a chance to react.

The jailer who fired the gun removed the armor from his head, revealing his raunchy, cruel face.

"You...... It's you! ”

The warden looked at Aslan who suddenly appeared in front of him, his face full of shock and fear.

"But how did you ......!?"

Another person appeared in the rear.

No, it's a bit inaccurate to say that it's human. It was just human-like, with slender limbs, but its body was mostly green, with demonic dark red eyes.

A phantom.

Approaching the death penalty, on the last day of his life, Yaslan Khalifa was born with a phantom in his body.

The Phantom walked up to the captain who had been shot and was groaning, and with his fingers spread, he grabbed the captain's head and lifted his feet off the ground, ignoring the blood and groans of pain from the latter's gunshot wound.

"Meet my new friend, Warden." Aslan was expressionless, "I call it 'destruction.'" ”

He paused as he spoke, narrowing his eyes at the captain who had been lifted into the air.

"I remember when I first came in, did you have a lot of fun with the water gun?"

The captain struggled to squeeze through his teeth and said, "Please, I have a family......"

"Really? That's great. ”

The words fell, and the phantom "Destruction" had already exerted force in his hand.

The captain's head was pulled out of his neck...... Dragged a long ridge, wrapped in sticky blood, like a flying snake.

The warden sat in a pool of blood, his hands and feet so weak that he could barely move.

Doom tossed aside the captain's dead head and the crest attached below, and Aslan looked at the warden with a blank expression.

The warden knew that his life was hanging by a thread, and he tried to calm himself down.

"I can help you get out of here, there's a layer of fingerprint verification on the outside. You need me ......."

"Nope."

Yaslan Khalifa interrupted him as he leaned down and drew a sharp knife from a dead jailer.

"All I need is your hand."