In the ten seconds he hesitated, the situation had unknowingly become out of control.

The pastry chef's hand grabbed his forearm, and the skin that touched the pastry chef's palm was rotting, rotting into colorful pus. The pus dripped on the ground and turned into candy, and one by one it jumped off on the ground.

The belated pain finally made Bai Chunian wake up. He shook off the pastry chef and took a few steps back with his forearm. His back slammed against the wall. There was no blood, and all the wounded flesh was covered in rainbow syrup, dripping sticky.

"Ah...ah..." Bai Chunian squeezed his upper arm, his face twisted and his head raised, panting, the pain of burning and rotting skin was unbearable even for him.

The pastry chef stared blankly at his hands with colorful syrup flowing, and looked at Bai Chunian in horror: "I'm sorry...it's not me, I didn't want to hurt you...I don't know why."

The alarms in the whole building were ringing, and the armed police who were responsible for guarding the guardian building had already lined up following the alarms that were ringing throughout the building, and pressed them with explosion-proof shields in their hands.

Du Mo stood at the entrance of the stairs and pointed his pistols at Bai Chunian in the brightly lit corridor: "Raise your hands! How did you come out?"

Bai Chunian hissed and sucked in the cold air, and raised his chin towards the pastry chef who was kneeling on the ground: "Don't face me, face him... Hiss, it's useless, it's useless to face anyone now, you let me The armed police don’t come, just surround him on the spot, watch him, and then go to the International Police Department to bring howitzers and anesthesia drones to support.”

The situation was urgent, Du Mo didn't know who to believe, so he could only have someone report the riot in the prison tonight to the warden.

Bell Bird, who is in charge of the prisoners in the severe prison area, also brought a team of armed police, wearing prison uniforms, with guns in both hands, blocking their way on the other side of the corridor.

The witch hazel belongs to the bell bird. After the suppressor on the back of his neck alarms, the first person to receive the alarm is the bell bird.

"It's just right." Bai Chunian took a while to relieve the pain, leaned against the wall and walked to the door of the cleaning room, dragged the witch worm out, and pushed it to the bell bird, "Go to the confinement room, don't wander around here. "

He was not sure how many red-throated bird killers there were, nor how many ac boosters they had in their hands.

"You just trap him here, and wait for the police officers to bring equipment to support him. Don't approach him." Bai Chunian bit the hem of his clothes and tore a piece of cloth down to wrap the wound.

Du Mo still didn't put down his gun: "Where are you going?!"

Bai Chunian had already taken off his prison uniform jacket, leaving only a black vest. He kicked the glass of the ward with one foot, bent the iron fence with all his strength, and grabbed the upper edge of the window with both hands, his muscles tightened and he rolled up the whole person.

The sniper outside the guardianship building was instructed to immediately kill the wanted target as long as it was identified. Bai Chunian climbed up the outer wall of the building with dense searchlights, and countless sniper muzzles were aimed at him, but he climbed very quickly and quickly. Flexible, dodged in anticipation of the sniper's shooting position, and turned in through the windows on the upper two floors of the guardianship building.

The corridors on every floor were brightly lit, and sirens blared in the sky.

Bai Chunian studied the internal structure of each building in the prison before he came in, and after he came in, he confirmed his analysis on the spot. According to the direction that the shadow escaped just now, Bai Chunian was sure that he had not escaped from the building, because the outside had already Surrounded by armed police.

The killer may have discovered that he had killed the wrong person. If he was threatened by the red-throated bird to kill the witch hazel, he would trade his life for the witch hazel to die.

Bai Chunian pricked up his ears and listened to the sounds of breathing and footsteps covered by the siren.

He slowly moved forward along the corridor, and his footsteps landed without making a sound, just like a lion that was quietly approaching for an opportunity to hunt.

The door of one of the wards was tightly closed, which aroused Bai Chunian's vigilance. He walked slowly to the door, and a pool of viscous bright red blood gradually seeped out from under the crack of the door.

The moment Bai Chunian broke through the door, the people inside suddenly fired, and five bullets pierced through the door and flew towards Bai Chunian.

Bai Chunian's natural reaction speed is fast. When he heard the light trigger in the door, he immediately turned over and avoided him, but the speed of the bullet was still much faster than his, and the last bullet was deeply driven into his ribs. .

However, the killer in the door also temporarily disturbed his hearing because of the explosion of these guns. Bai Chunian kicked the door open, and the door panel suddenly knocked the killer behind the door three steps away.

Bai Chunian rushed over and grabbed him. The other party was not weak. He was about the same size as Bai Chunian. At first glance, he looked like a trainer, and he had a gun in his hand.

On the ground lay the body of a prison guard whose gun was snatched from the guard's gun belt.

"Don't meddle in your own business." The killer stared at him coldly, his eyes that were dead as if they were at home did not waver.

"It's true that you want to protect your family, but if it gets in the way of my mission, I can't let you do it." Bai Chunian squatted slightly, his left hand protected his chin, and his right was in front of the front. This was a fight without the support of glands.

The opponent is an Australian dragonfly alpha, and his inherent ability is attack speed. He moves extremely fast, not to mention he has a gun in his hand.

The bullet hole under Bai Chunian's rib is still bleeding, and he can't get anything cheap in front of an opponent who is good at speed.

Dragonfly tried a few tricks before sneering: "Left-handed?"

So he attacked Bai Chunian's slightly weak right side even more fiercely. Bai Chunian's right hand had not recovered from the corroded injury, and it was difficult to guard against it.A mouthful of warm, stuffy blood choked in his throat.

If only Lu Yan was here, that little guy was faster and more cunning in melee combat. Whether it was him or Rimbaud, both recognized Lu Yan's melee talent.

Knowing that he was at a disadvantage, Bai Chunian grabbed the broken door and rolled his body on the spot. The killer also had his eyes red, and threw himself on Bai Chunian's body.superior.

Bai Chunian firmly controlled his wrist and gun, trying to keep the muzzle away from his throat, his elbow suddenly pushed into his elbow socket, forcing him to waste a bullet.