Superman's End Manual

Chapter 139 Anskaban Prison Riot Plan

At 7:30 PM Japan time, outside an izakaya in Kabukicho.

In the pouring rain, large raindrops pattered against the wooden eaves. Four figures stood under the eaves to take shelter from the rain, gazing at the street shrouded in a curtain of rain.

“Ah Zhe is fine, I’ve already taken her home to rest.” The top male escort said, turning to look at Ke Mingye, “I didn’t realize… you’ve been carrying medical supplies with you.”

"I bought it from the store," Ke Mingye said. "It wasn't expensive, just an E-rank item."

As the two were talking, the dog lifted the curtain and came out of the izakaya, holding a black umbrella in its hand.

He said, "Now that the mission is complete, and if there's nothing else, we'll head back to the area surrounding Beijing."

"Well, you guys go ahead then, I have to work overtime tonight..." Orange Peel tucked the scabbard under his arm, crossed his arms, and sighed.

Ke Mingye patted him on the shoulder and said gloatingly, "Lao Ju, be careful not to get drained dry by a rich woman."

"We'll come see you when we have time. Keep it up!"

Qingmeng looked up from her phone and added a gloating comment.

After a moment of silence, Orange Peel lowered her eyes and said, "As long as you guys don't die, nothing else matters."

"Of course, I'll definitely die later than you," Qingmeng snorted. "And maybe we won't even have to die. We'll wipe out the superhumans, return to our original world, and then I'll call your number, and we'll have a player gathering in our original world."

"That's easy to think about, but if I could go back to my original world, I probably wouldn't want to have anything to do with you guys."

Fan Quan adjusted his glasses and spoke calmly.

"You're so heartless, you intellectual." Ke Mingye patted him hard on the shoulder.

Qingmeng rolled her eyes at him: "Exactly, what's the difference between saying that and not saying anything at all? You're already stammering when you're adding friends here. If you could really go back to the original world, you would definitely cut ties with us immediately."

“Cultural people may have their own ideas,” Orange Peel laughed.

"Yes, yes, he's the one who sold you here to be a gigolo. He's got some serious ideas," Ke Mingye said.

"Let's go back to Huanjing... We just killed a superhero, we should run away."

As he spoke, the anti-dog had already opened his umbrella and was about to step out from under the eaves when he was stopped by the number one male escort.

The top male escort closed his Nokia phone case and suddenly said, "Wait, there's something else I need to talk to you about."

The dog turned its head and asked, "What is it?"

“After I reported the progress of the assassination mission to the organization just now, I received important intelligence from them,” said the top male escort. “In about ten months, anti-superhuman organizations around the world will unite to launch an attack on the superhuman prison in the Arctic—'Anskaban'.”

Anti-Dog hesitated for a moment: "Anskaban Prison, is that the world's largest superhuman prison?"

"That's right. The organization wants to use this operation to free the superhuman criminals in the prison, and then use them to lure out Zeus, the god of gods, so that these superhumans will kill each other."

The top male escort paused for a moment after speaking.

"Anskaban Prison houses some of the world's most vicious superhuman criminals. As far as I know, the lowest-danger criminal there is at least a C-level, and as for how high the strongest criminals can go, I have no idea... To be honest, it wouldn't be surprising if there were S-level criminals in Anskaban."

"Ten months from now, that is, next May," Antidog said expressionlessly, "Do you have an exact date?"

"Not yet. Currently, there are a total of thirteen superhuman organizations around the world involved in the preparation of this attack. They have prepared enough equipment specifically for superhumans," said the top male host. "If that day really comes, it will be a war... with at least tens of thousands of casualties, and those who die will be the most elite members of the superhuman race."

"War?" Ke Mingye shrugged. "Please, is there really anyone in the world who can defeat Zeus? Are you sure it's not like all those criminals were released and then Zeus took them all by himself? Although that would save us some trouble."

Their goal is to exterminate superhumans, so the superhumans in prisons will not be spared either. It's only a matter of time before they target these catastrophic criminals in Anskaban Prison.

Whether Zeus can slaughter all these superhuman criminals or these criminals join forces to defeat Zeus, it is definitely a good thing for them.

The top male escort said, "Let's not talk about how many A-level monsters are among these superhuman criminals. Besides, we won't be at this level ten months from now. We should already have the strength to fight Zeus."

"Is it possible..." Ke Mingye said pessimistically, "Zeus will also become stronger in ten months. After all, he is already an S-class powerhouse at the sixth level of his divine path. I don't even want to think about how strong he will become if he climbs to the next level."

"That's why we need to kill him as soon as possible. The riot in the Northern prison ten months from now is our best opportunity. We can rely on Zeus to weaken both the prisoners and the inmates, then take them down together and reap the benefits."

The number one cowherd sighed softly as he spoke: "In other words... if we can't defeat Zeus in that war, then the hope is very slim."

"Understood. We'll deal with that when it comes. We can't predict what will happen in ten months; the situation could change at any time..."

Anti-Dog paused: "And this could be false intelligence. The Black Tengu Club might be using false information to test whether we are trustworthy enough."

“Actually, I think so too,” said the top male escort. “But our leader is a strange guy; you can’t use common sense to deduce his logic.”

Anti-Dog said calmly, "It's not surprising. Otherwise, they wouldn't have created an organization that indiscriminately hunts down superhumans."

"Aren't we players the same?" Qingmeng asked.

“No, we were forced,” Anti-Dog said. “If we have nothing better to do, reading a couple of books at home is much more enjoyable than being an executioner…”

The top male escort also said, "Can you guarantee there aren't any superhuman babies in the world, or even children? No, there are plenty. You won't feel guilty killing this kind of disgraced superhero, but what about killing other people?"

Qingmeng remained silent.

"The only thing we can do is treat this as a game world. It's a choice between breaking moral constraints and death; most people will choose the former," said the top male escort.

"Hehe, I think you're the most into character. You're really convincing as a host club owner," Ke Mingye teased.

Orange Peel laughed heartily, but the top male escort gave him a cold, sidelong glance. Orange Peel then slumped down, gripping the hilt of his knife, and stopped laughing, only rubbing his nose.

"Let's go home, I'm so sleepy." Qingmeng slung the leather bag containing the gun over her shoulder and stretched.

"We can't talk anymore, I have a guest waiting for me at the club."

Orange Peel glanced at her phone, which was ringing off the hook with calls, and muttered to herself.

"By the way, give me back my badge. You weren't planning to bring it up if I hadn't mentioned it."

As he spoke, the anti-dog took the translator badge from the top male host's chest, and walked out of the izakaya's roof while holding an umbrella.

The top male escort's cursing voice turned into Japanese. Ke Mingye couldn't help but spit out his drink and said "Sayonara" to him. Then he and Qingmeng chased after the anti-dog. The three figures gradually disappeared into the rain.

"Manager, do you really think we can survive?" Orange Peel asked suddenly as the three figures disappeared into the rain.

"Do what you can, and then leave the rest to fate."

The top male escort took the cigarette out of his mouth and patted Orange Peel on the shoulder.

"We should go have a drink with the boss lady of the Moonlit Company, or she'll throw a tantrum. Last time you stood her up on a mission with us, she almost turned this place upside down."

"There is still a long way to go..."

Orange Peel looked up at Tokyo through the rain and murmured to herself.

At the same time, in the Bai family's residence near Beijing, in Bai Zini's room.

"Dude, what are you spacing out for?"

Bai Zini waved her hand and muttered irritably, "It's your turn to play a card. You're so distracted. I'm really unlucky to be on your team. I'll just be the landlord next time!"

"What's the rush? If you don't know how to play cards, you should carefully consider every move." Ke Mingye glanced at his hand, "A pair of twos."

As he spoke, he picked out two twos of hearts and threw them onto the floor of the room, where they were squeezed together with the other playing cards.

Bai Ziling threw out four fives of spades and said expressionlessly, "Bomb."

"Pass."

"Pass."

Bai Ziling glanced at the three cards in her hand and, without hesitation, played two Joker cards.

"A royal flush." ​​She lifted her eyes from beneath her snow-white hair and said calmly.

Ke Mingye said expressionlessly, "Pass."

Bai Zini's face was ashen: "Pass."

Bai Ziling slapped down her last card, a slight smile playing on her lips, and held out her hand to the two of them: "Three. I won, Qianqian."

Ke Mingye opened WeChat and transferred a 10 yuan red envelope to Bai Ziling;

Bai Zini also opened WeChat with a displeased expression and angrily transferred a 10 yuan red envelope to Bai Ziling.

Then she lunged at Ke Mingye, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him violently, gritting her teeth as she said, "How can the farmers play like this if there are always actors on their side? Bro, tell me, are you acting against me? How can we play with a pig-headed teammate who blows up our teammate?!"

"I just don't know how to play. I'll learn after a little more instruction."

"You've played so many games since you were a kid, and you still say you don't know how? You're such a pig! How could you bear to trick your little sister like that!"

Bai Ziling took a sip of hot water and casually remarked, "Idiot."

Ke Mingye rolled his eyes: "Fine, I'm not playing anymore. You have so many opinions. Why don't you ask your older brother to play with you guys?"

"Get lost, we've never won a single game against you, Big Brother."

"Then it's Second Brother."

"Second brother too!"

"Then let's go with Yongzhu."

Upon hearing this, Bai Zini's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands: "That's a good idea. Ziling, quickly go and bring the elementary school student over to be beaten up. Let him be the landlord, and we'll fight two against one."

"My little brother is sleeping."

"Then wake him up!"

Ke Mingye ignored the two of them, stood up, patted his butt, walked out of Bai Zini's room, and then went to the living room.

The father was sitting in a chair in the living room reading the newspaper, while Bai Qiuwu was sitting on the sofa watching the news. The eldest brother said he had gone out on a date, and the second brother was in the kitchen helping their mother with housework.