Charlie listened to the busy tone on the phone and endured the urge to throw the phone off.

He called a number: "I'm going to get out of jail."

"When?" The voice from the other end of the phone came, which seemed quite relaxed. "I'll ask someone to complete the procedures for you, and I'll just come back within three days."

Because this person is the warden of this prison, he has a friend with Charlie and has made various transactions.

He handled the procedures for outpatient care for Charlie, and used his fingers and mouth to tell him what he ordered.

"Now." Charlie said.

"What?" the warden was a little surprised. "I'll remind you that you are in jail now, not in a hotel--"

"There's something wrong at home," Charlie said.

“It’s serious?”

"Yeah." Charlie said in a deep voice.

The warden said with a toothache: "Have you ever thought it might be a trap? Maybe you will be ambushed when you go out and may die."

Without saying a word, he would be released from prison if he wanted to be released from prison. As the warden, he was in a difficult situation.

"I was taken away from my hometown, and I'm dead if I'm late." Charlie's tone was cold.

"Well, I'll hold an emergency meeting temporarily," the warden said.

Of course, it is not about meetings to discuss whether Charlie can be let go, but about removing the power of the prison. Your escape has nothing to do with me.

About half an hour later, the prison door was opened, and Charlie was released from prison with a group of younger brothers.

Then……

Standing at the gate of the prison, a cold wind blew.

The message has been sent, but no one has come to pick him up, which means that the matter is really serious.

Charlie took out his cell phone and dialed several numbers in a row, from the consultant and the commander to the downward movement.

It was not connected until a big boss hit.

After a moment, Charlie put down his cell phone, his face turned pale.

The boss was not in the base camp and had already rushed over with his men. Judging from the news he received, there was chaos on the base camp, and even no one knew about the attacker.

Some people say it is a wild beast, some people say it is a fire-breathing hellhound.

Some people say that the devil is coming, just like going crazy.

The big boss was very efficient in his work and did not let Charlie wait too long. He arrived with a convoy on his face. After picking up Charlie, he quickly drove towards the base camp.

Along the way, Charlie also personally directed the routes to prevent them from being intercepted halfway.

But this move is obviously redundant.

It was calm all the way, but it only started to be "lively" when approaching the base camp.

Charlie looked at the fire in the sky with an extremely ugly face.

Of course, there will be no one base camp to watch for a powerful gang, but the base camp is taken away and it will be half-dead even if it is not dead.

Charlie, it's already very dangerous!

"Open, keep going forward." Charlie closed his eyes, opened it for a moment, and ordered decisively.

If he escapes here, his fate is a miserable death. Only by moving forward will he have the opportunity to turn the tide and turn the tide!

In fact, Charlie's choice was right.

Although the tragedy fighters are powerful in the darkness, and there are even Red Boys setting fires everywhere to cause chaos, their number is actually more than ten.

There were hundreds of people in the base camp of the non-humans, and the younger brothers around them totaled more than two thousand.

These people are not standing still wood. If they are not fooled, they will at least escape.

With the arrival of Charlie, with the backbone, those who were broken were reorganized and turned into an armed group of more than a hundred people in a short period of time.

Note that more than a hundred people here refer to modern guns.

There are still two or three hundred people, without guns, at least with weapons, and even if they are not good, they can have a brick.

After gathering the remaining soldiers, Charlie decisively ordered: "Get in."

I was surrounded by a group of people, standing still, and my daughter's son could not sit in the hall.

Despite his amazing personal combat power, Charlie will never take risks easily.

Let’s first explore the situation in the base camp.

Until now, the thick gate of the base camp is still closed, and many people run out of the building.

Chaos broke out from within, and Charlie suspected someone had betrayed him.

Dozens of gunmen approached the gate, and it can be seen that they were a little nervous and not very professional.

To be honest, some of the base camp has fallen, and some of Charlie is around him.

How can the elites get involved in such a way?

The value of these vanguards is greater than that of cannon fodder.

Just as these people were thinking about how to get in, the thick door suddenly collapsed outward and smashed to the ground, making a loud noise.

Several people were so scared that they shot directly, but they accidentally injured their own people.

After the gate fell, you can see the blazing fire burning in the base camp, and the interior almost turned into a sea of ​​fire.

In front of the sea of ​​fire, there was a black shadow standing there exuding a terrifying aura.

It's not a description, but a real terrifying aura.

The appearance of that figure seemed to have caused the fire that was originally burning in the base camp to instantly expand, covering everyone.

There are flames everywhere, and there is a sense of suffocation.

As the figure appeared, the vanguard retreated involuntarily.

Some people were smarter, and when they retreated, they found a reasonable excuse: "He has someone in his hands!"

"It's Jason!"

"Mr. Jason!"

Jason is the inhuman consultant, Charlie's confidant, and the second character.

Although the name is very strong, he is actually a non-military faction and is following the manager's route.

He was grabbed by the man in black and dragged his ankle slowly forward, as if he was not dead yet, making some low-income sounds of pain.

Charlie is tall and can see the scene in front through the crowd with a little peek.

He could also barely recognize Jason in the swaying fire.

"Shoot, kill-"

Without any hesitation, Charlie decisively ordered that he could find another consultant if he had no more.

This guy pretends to be a ghost, let's kill him first!

However, just as Charlie opened his mouth, Yang Que also raised his left hand and pinched it into the shape of a peacock's head, aiming the hole in the middle at the front of him.

"Bo."

The closed mouth opened, making a sound, and the silver-white beast head appeared...

In front of Charlie, the dense crowd suddenly disappeared.

Only a pair of legs and feet were still standing, blood gushing out and sputtering on Charlie's face.

"he……"

At this time, Charlie had just finished speaking the last word, and even had a little blood splattered into his mouth because of opening his mouth.

The bitter smell of blood is everywhere.

Charlie is quite familiar with blood.

But this was the first time in his life, he felt fear because he saw blood.

Not only Charlie, but also the surviving elites around him, also held the gun and stopped moving. The muzzle seemed to have a thousand pounds of force, and it was impossible to lift it at the demon walking from the purgatory in front of him.

"demon……"

Charlie whispered, suddenly understanding why the solid base camp collapsed overnight!

The one who did it was not human at all!

But the demon crawling out of hell!

"Is the effect so good?" Yang Que, who was regarded as a demon, stopped and almost activated the absolute defense, and threw Jason in his hand over as a flying prop.
Chapter completed!