“Agents of the Federation…”

Jason’s expression immediately became uncertain.

“Of course,” the other party nodded, “According to our intelligence, you should also be here for something in the restricted area…”

“What does it have to do with you?” Jeston pinched the agent’s palm, and the nameplate immediately turned into a long nail and pierced his palm.

The agent said nothing, his expression remained calm, “I hope we can work together.”

“If you were not a federal agent, we would still have room for cooperation,” the spike instantly pierced the agent’s head. Wearing this prison uniform and a device full of spell suppression, even the elite carefully trained by Columbia would never be a match for Jeston.

Jeston dropped the body on the ground, fished a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and puffed sadly.

It took him a long time to tear open the toilet paper and start wiping his butt.

As for this corpse…

He picked it up with one hand and prepared to go to the warden to report.

As the top thug of the Beach Umbrella Company, Jeston Williams was willing to abandon women, cigarettes and alcohol and come to this prison far away in the wilderness, naturally for the high reward.

He could not allow himself to be interrupted at the critical moment when his plan was about to be implemented. No interruptions were allowed.

A considerable number of prison guards were secretly inserted by the beach umbrella company.

This pharmaceutical company from Tremont is gearing up to take this opportunity to gain a larger platform and development space.

Jeston paused.

He was stuck in the toilet.

The door was full of prisoners, who looked at Jeston with cold eyes. Red alarm lights lit up in the corridor, and shrill sirens blared.

What’s the situation?

Jeston was confused. He just went to the toilet, why did people start joking about jailbreak outside?

Aren’t all these people here agents from the Federation?

They were just a group of weak prisoners. He silently threw the bodies aside and rubbed his hands together.

It seems that the plan has to be implemented ahead of schedule…

Dorothy looked at Jeston who was blocked at the toilet door and nodded with satisfaction. Hundreds of translucent windows were floating beside her, and the contents displayed changed as the spider-like mechanical objects crawled.

The window shows every corner of the state prison. Neither the guards nor the prisoners have any privacy at this moment.

No one could find Dorothy.

Because she was in the restricted area at that moment.

Looking down from high above, the evildoers are desperately fighting each other, carrying out their actions which they think are flawless.

(I’m not feeling well. An old illness recurred. I almost died on the spot. There’s only one update today. I typed it out word by word on my phone. I’m going to rest first.)

186. Dorothy Prison Storm (Part )

186. “I have always had a slight doubt as to whether your strength is superior to mine”

A few months ago, Iron City State Prison suddenly added a new rule that all prisoners and guards must be vaccinated regularly to prevent seasonal infectious diseases that are prevalent in southern Colombia.

This was an order issued jointly by the Iron City City Hall and the military. Only the warden vaguely knew the inside story.

Deep in the prison, Dorothy began to tidy up her desk.

Behind her were a dozen whiteboards covered with densely written formulas. The nearly two-meter-thick design drawings were thrown into the fire and burned into ashes, then flew into the sky of the Cast Iron City through the exhaust vents.

The restricted area is her experimental field.

There are indeed secrets here that are enough to control the entire Iron City.

That is the “biological camera” developed by Dorothy according to Accardo’s requirements. The goal is to implant specially modulated “transmitters” into the target’s body, so as to transmit their visual signals to a distant terminal and produce clear images.

As long as the receptors are implanted in everyone in the city, the person controlling the terminal can monitor the residents without any privacy and manipulate their lives at will.

This technology can be said to be a revolutionary breakthrough in the field of intelligence, so it is no wonder that it has to be developed in such an isolated environment.

After all, it is not easy to screen qualified experimental volunteers quietly without being noticed by federal agents.

If this technology is mastered, Akado will inevitably become the focus of public opinion, the resources at his disposal will be greatly reduced, and the plans he will carry out next will be hindered at every turn.

There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and then someone was trying to destroy the safety valve. The metal friction made a sharp scream.

……

Jeston wiped the sweat off his face. The toilet behind him was full of defeated prisoners.

Those who dared to stop him were smashed into the toilet one by one, having close contact with their faces and the smelly toilet eye.

He tidied his appearance at the sink, shook off the water, and walked towards the deepest part of the prison with a clear goal.

Since someone came to stop him, it was probably that the plan was exposed. So he would skip the process and go directly to the last step.

If there is no other choice, we must prevent others from getting things in the restricted area.

This is Jason’s basic bottom line as a professional killer.

Passing by the messy logistics storage warehouse, he thought that he would never come back again, so he simply found some cigarettes and alcohol in it.

Well, he shrugged, someone else was blocking the way.

Jeston shook a goblet, and the red wine of decent quality swirled.

No, no, this is the new prison guard. He pointed to the red signal light above his head.

“This…” Jeston carefully identified the identity of the person.

He is just over 1.7 meters tall, with a great figure, but his face is lowered and partly covered by the hat.

There was a nameplate on her plump chest that read her identity: [Iron City State Prison Patrol Officer, Ifrit.]

“Ms. Ifrit, are you here to use the restroom too?” Jason found a bad topic to talk about, and he hurriedly walked past Saria and left.

Saria looked at him suspiciously, “What’s wrong?”

“You should be in charge of this, just like me,” Jayston pointed to the signal light above his head.

“I received a mission from the warden to protect Miss Dorothy.”

“So that’s how it is, rich people really enjoy life,” Jeston and Saria passed by each other.

After the two of them took a few steps apart, Jeston suddenly stopped and said, “Wait.”

He looked at Saria, his expression stern, “Your name is not Ifrit.”

“What are you talking about?” Saria pulled the brim of her hat down.

Jeston smiled, “Director of the Rhine Life Defense Department, Saria, I have met you.”

Oh, Saria sighed, what a hassle. She ignored it and strode towards the prison exit.

“You are not going to Miss Dorothy’s residence,” Jeston said, stomping his feet heavily, blocking Saria’s way. He was quite tall, so Saria had to raise her head to look at him.

Jeston threw away his wine glass and took out a cigar he had just taken from the storage room from his pocket. It was not easy to find a flavorful cigarette on this landship sailing in the wilderness.

He rubbed the back of his hand with the cigarette butt, and took a deep puff in the light of the fire.

“Would you like to guess how I know you?”

Saria’s eyes turned dangerous, “You should get out of my sight while I still have patience.”

Jeston seemed to be unaware. “That was an interview for the Defense Department. You, the honorable and powerful Director of the Defense Department, simply rejected me. I prepared for that interview for nearly half a year, and it took you less than a minute from reviewing my resume to rejecting me.”

He blew a smoke ring at Saria and showed a sarcastic smile, “Haha, I am a famous killer in Tremont. Many big companies have extended olive branches to me, but only you and your defense department are so high and mighty.”

“Do you really think you are someone worthy of my attention?”

“No, no, no, I have never been so arrogant,” Jeston grinned and raised the cigarette butt, ready to burn Saria directly in the face.

“I just…have always had a little doubt as to whether your strength is superior to mine.”

His expression was filled with malice.

187. Jason is hard

The smell of secondhand smoke is unpleasant.

Saria raised her eyebrows, she was a little angry.

Huh. She blew out a breath, blowing away the smoke.

Then he squeezed Jayston’s wrist before the cigarette butt landed on his face.

Throw a powerful punch.

boom.

The expected bone-crushing sound did not occur.

Instead, there was a powerful sound of metal clashing.

Jeston smirked, “You and your fists really amuse me.”

Then he stopped laughing.

The right hand holding the cigarette butt could no longer move. The wrist felt like it was being clamped by a red-hot iron clamp, burning and the pain was getting more intense.

Saria’s fist landed on his face incredibly quickly, leaving Zeston no time to prepare to release his Originium skills.

Click.

The sound of bones breaking was clear now.

She loosened her grip and picked up the Liberi man before he fell to the ground. With a smooth uppercut and elbow strike, accompanied by a sharp sound of metal deformation, Jason fell to his knees with blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

The burning cigar fell to the ground, making a crackling sound.

Saria walked past Jeston and left quickly.

clang–

She turned around suddenly, her right arm covered with a layer of milky white enamel, and sparks flew, with tiny cracks appearing on the black metal blade.

Zeston’s entire body is covered in dark steel, which is his Originium skill that can manipulate steel. It is also the move that made him famous.

The blade or shield made of iron atoms allowed him to demonstrate outstanding qualities in many fields such as close combat and assassination, and he was always successful. This also gave Jeston the confidence to be proud of himself, making him the most outstanding mercenary, and he received offers from many companies. From then on, he landed and enjoyed a good life with a formal system.

Human flesh is so fragile that if a sharp sword cuts it, the blood will flow continuously. If it hits a vital point, it will show how fragile life is.

Seeing his attack being easily blocked, Jeston’s eyes widened with anger. He swung his fist vigorously, and the steel spread up his arm to form a sharp blade.

clang–

With a deafening bang, Jeston took two steps back, looking at Saria in disbelief. He felt as if his right hand had hit D32 steel.

He finally remembered the woman’s code name.

diamond……

Saria’s fist is covered with a layer of milky white enamel, which is much harder than steel and slightly harder than diamond.

But the battle did not give Jeston more time to think. As long as he could not counterattack immediately after blocking the opponent’s punch, he would be suppressed by a storm and would not have a chance to breathe.

The dense sound of metal colliding echoed in the prison corridors, and the escaped prisoners avoided it for fear of being affected by the battle.

Iron pieces were constantly broken and iron blocks were smashed, falling to the ground with a ping-pong sound.

Bang, bang, bang, Jayston retreated until he hit the wall, gasping for breath.

His face was extremely red and swollen, and his eye sockets were dark blue and bloody. The fact that he was still alive was entirely due to the mercy shown by Saria.

It can be seen that the head of Rhine Life’s defense department is quite angry and has been beating Jason like a punching bag.

Jeston’s vision was already blurry, and the blood dyed the world bright red. There was a stabbing pain in his body, as if all the bones in his body were broken. Oh, maybe it’s not appropriate to use a metaphor, he felt that they were really all broken. The muscle spasms sent the burning pain into his mind, and his fingers trembled, unable to muster the slightest strength.

boom!

He failed to catch the punch, and could only desperately activate his Originium skills in the desperate situation of being on the verge of death, allowing the iron atoms to gather at the point where the fist landed, trying to block it slightly.

Creak…the sharp sound of metal deforming.

Jeston spat out a mouthful of blood, and before the blood could fall on Saria, the other party suddenly turned around and kicked sideways. The wall cracked, and spider-web-like cracks quickly spread around, and Jeston completely lost consciousness.

Jeston softened.