American Zombie Detective

Chapter 235 Establishing Authority When Necessary

The sinister grin on Nice's face hadn't faded when he heard Qin Jin's words. He suddenly lunged forward, grabbed Qin Jin by the collar of his prison uniform, and tried to lift him up as easily as he usually did.

however!

He pulled hard, but the other person didn't budge! Qin Jin's body seemed to be welded to the ground, and Nice tried desperately, but couldn't pull him at all.

This strange sight caused Nice's brain to freeze instantly, but before he could even process what was happening, Qin Jin had already slowly reached out and grabbed his neck.

The next second, Nice's face turned pale!

Instead, it was a suffocating purplish-red. He felt as if his neck was being clamped by iron clamps, and the enormous force almost snapped his neck!

He frantically tried to pry, pick, and grab the arm with his hands, but the tearing felt like wrestling with a rock; the other arm didn't budge, but his fingernails were torn off.

Qin Jin grabbed Nice by the neck, raised his arm slightly, and lifted him off the ground with one hand. His legs dangled helplessly in the air as he was forcibly dragged from the bedside to the iron bars of the cage.

The noise outside gradually subsided.

"Uh... Hehe..."

Nis could only make strange, bellows-like noises in his throat, his eyes began to roll upwards uncontrollably, his face turned from purple to black, and his futile hands went from prying to weakly patting.

Throughout the entire second floor of the East Wing, the prisoners who witnessed this scene instinctively held their breath. The noise eerily subsided, leaving only the anxious whispers of some unseen prisoners: "What happened? Damn it! Hey, people in front, say something!"

But no one answered; everyone's attention was drawn to the Asian man's calm, almost cruel, actions.

Qin Jin stretched out his free right hand, slowly grabbed Nice's wildly waving arm, and forcibly stuffed it through the gap between the two iron bars.

What is he going to do?

The question arose in everyone's mind, and an ominous premonition coiled around their spine like a cold, venomous snake.

The answer will be revealed in the next second.

Qin Jin grabbed Nice's wrist, which was extended over the railing, and twisted it sharply in the opposite direction of the joint!

A crisp, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out in the deathly silent prison area, terrifyingly clear!

Nice's forearm was bent at an absolutely abnormal angle from the elbow, with white, blood-stained bone fragments piercing through the flesh and exposed to the air!

"Ugh!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream, choked deep in his throat, finally escaped. Nice convulsed violently, and yellow urine and filth instantly soaked his crotch, filling the air with a foul stench.

A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the air, both inside and outside the cage.

Ruthless! So ruthless! That was the only thought in everyone's mind.

However, Qin and Jin's actions did not stop.

He proceeded methodically and slowly, ignoring the horrific state and stench of Nice, and then did the same with his other arm, stuffing it through the bars of the cell door.

"Fuck—shit—" some prisoners murmured unconsciously, unable to look away.

"Snap!" Another heart-stoppingly crisp sound!

Nice's other arm was also completely broken in the same way.

Qin Jin then shoved the completely unconscious Niss to the ground as if he were throwing away a bag of trash.

With a thud, Nice fell face down to the ground, unconsciously curling up for a moment from the excruciating pain. Then, like a broken kneeling stone statue, he froze there motionless, with only the filth spreading beneath him and the blood seeping from his limp arms telling the story of the horror that had just occurred.

The entire prison area was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Qin Jin slowly raised his head, his cold gaze sweeping across the cramped cell and landing on Eamon, the burly black man who was already trembling with fear.

The contempt and mockery on Eamon's face had vanished without a trace, replaced by boundless fear.

Large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and all the muscles in his body trembled uncontrollably. When Qin Jin's gaze swept over him, his legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud. His lips trembled, and he couldn't even utter a word of begging for mercy.

Qin Jin spoke slowly, "Just like you said, you guys are really unlucky." He paused, then added, "I admit, you're right."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Jin stepped forward, grabbed Eamon by the collar, and dragged him toward the railing.

Eamon was terrified and struggled desperately out of his survival instinct, but his strength seemed so laughable in front of Qin Jin that he could not break free at all.

Qin Jin seemed annoyed by his struggles, loosened his grip, and pressed his thumb down on his face with a "plop!"

A slight muffled thud.

"what!"

Amon let out a half-scream of agony, then held it back, his whole body trembling violently. A small section of Qin Jin's thumb had already sunk into his right eye socket!

His eyes were crushed by Qin Jin like fish bubbles, and blood mixed with the broken lenses immediately flowed from his eye sockets. Eamon was in so much pain that he almost went crazy! But he didn't dare to move at all, because Qin Jin's voice had already rang out: "Move again, and you'll lose both your eyes."

Qin Jin's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded more terrifying than any roar.

Eamon froze instantly. The excruciating pain and extreme fear made him dare not resist in the slightest. He could only nod desperately and very slightly, letting out a whimper.

Next comes a process that's almost like copying and pasting.

Eamon's two arms were also pushed through the railing one by one and cruelly broken off in full view of everyone.

After Eamon also fainted from the pain, only the heavy breathing of the two men remained in the entire cell. As long as they were alive, almost no one dared to make a sound.

"Clang! Clang!"

The prison guards outside finally noticed the unusual activity in the cell. With hurried footsteps and the sound of keys, East Ward Supervisor Derek stormed in with his men, yelling, "What's going on?! What happened?!"

He rushed to Qin Jin's and the others' cell, and what he saw stunned him:

Qin Jin and Constantine had already comfortably occupied a lower bunk, half-lying on it, while on the ground lay two wretched, blood-stained, and lifeless humanoid trash.

"You, you all—how dare you harm other prisoners!"

Derek was both shocked and furious. Pointing at Qin Jin, he shouted, "I'm reporting this! I'm reporting this to the warden! You'll get your sentences increased! You can expect to be sent to the D-sector caves!"

Section D in the northwest corner of the prison building is the punishment area for serious offenders. The five cells here are known as caves because they are cold, damp, and never see sunlight, with the temperature always below 10 degrees Celsius.

Qin Jin lazily glanced at him, his tone tinged with sarcasm: "You need evidence to back up your claims! They fell on their own. If you don't believe me, ask them when they wake up."

Constantine, standing nearby, added casually, as if in conversation: "Hey, buddy, by the way, haven't you thought about the consequences of targeting us like this?" He paused, his voice lower but more threatening: "We're already on life sentences anyway, killing a couple more won't make a difference. Guess what, maybe we'll do the same to you tomorrow?"

Captain Derek felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Looking at the miserable state of Nis and Eamon on the ground, and then at Constanze's unfathomable eyes and Qin Jin's lazy yet dangerous smile, all his anger was instantly extinguished by fear.

His throat was dry, and he hurriedly yelled at his men, "What are you all standing there for! Hurry! Get these two good-for-nothings to the infirmary!" He frantically called the control center, instructing them to open the cell door and let the guards in to carry the men away.

Once the cell door was locked again, Derek practically fled to report to the warden.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Constantine suddenly called out to the three prison guards who were still shaken.

Kaden instinctively turned around.

Constantine chuckled, his tone as casual as if he were buying something at a convenience store: "Hey, you there, if it's convenient later, could you get us a pack of cigarettes? Thanks."

Prison guard Kaden glanced at his colleague, then at the two menacing figures in the cell, gritted his teeth, and finally pulled out the half-full pack of cigarettes he still had in his pocket, stuffed it through the gap in the bars, and then carried the man away quickly without looking back.

"puff!"

The flame flickered, and Constantine began to puff out smoke; who knows where he had hidden the lighter.

As their footsteps faded into the distance, the entire second floor of the East Wing fell into an unprecedented silence.

All the prisoners who witnessed or heard what had just happened clearly realized one thing:

In this seemingly calm pond, what swam in wasn't two sunfish, but a bloodthirsty great white shark—