I write obituaries for the gods

“Danger…of course it’s dangerous…” Stormy spit out a forked tongue like a venomous snake. “That Shen Xuanyi is something else…as soon as her father died, she immediately took over, seized power, and attacked Iron Face, and she actually succeeded…”

"Iron Face is considered a big shot in your eyes?" Louis turned his head.

"Of course...that's the mysterious symbol printed on the back of Rain City...who in the entire Rain City doesn't know the name of Mr. Iron Mask?"

At this point, the storm quickly corrected itself:

"Of course...you are the next big shot, and I think you will be in a higher position than him."

“I don’t have his ambitions. I just want to do the right things as much as possible,” Louis murmured. “So what do you think we should do about United Concrete?”

"Don't we already have...seven demigods?" Storm chuckled. "My suggestion is that we kill Shen Xuanyi, find a place to hang her up high, and let everyone know the consequences of disobeying you. What do you say?"

“Do you think she will rebel against me?” Louis asked.

"Of course, you took Mingzhu Beach away, and she fought for it. How could she be content with that?"

Storm gently put his arms around Louis's shoulders.

"I can take care of this for you, how about it?"

Upon hearing this, Louis lowered his head and began to think.

Shen Xuanyi... Of course he knows Shen Xuanyi.

The woman who took on the responsibility and turned the tide when United Concrete Group was framed and at a disadvantage.

Ah...she is still Lin Chen's confidante, so she is willing to do so much for him.

Thinking of this, Louis clenched his fists slightly.

He did so much work before, but it seems that Shen Xuanyi only ever treated Lin Chen to dinner.

“It’s really not worth it,” Louis shook his head.

What did you say?

"It's nothing, let's go, let's go hold a small group meeting."

Louis straightened his trench coat and walked towards the rooftop entrance.

"We need to get rid of Shen Xuanyi and take over the Southern Development Zone to prevent her from starting the next round of riots."

"What Mr. Iron Face can't do, we can, after all..."

"We have demigods."

......

“They have demigods among them. If the Armed Division can’t be released, we’ll be in deep trouble.”

Standing in front of the portal, Lucy fastened the ammunition belt to the machine gun as she spoke.

"No matter how powerful Lin Chen is, dealing with three or four demigods would be difficult enough, right? We can only take on one of the extra demigods at most. If the Martial Maniac can't join the battle, we'll lose in terms of combat strength."

"I believe in that kid."

Jiang Zhengge filled the RSH-12 with 12.7x55mm ammunition and patted the chamber shut.

"Oswald, are you ready?"

"Ready."

Oswald nodded, pressing down on his top hat.

"Wait for my signal."

After saying that, he pushed open the portal and entered the cell.

As soon as Wu Hao saw Oswald come in, he jumped out of bed.

"What are you doing here?" He stared intently at Oswald.

Oswald didn't speak; he tossed a pistol to Marcus and gestured with his chin.

Marcus nodded, strode to the cell, and shouted outside:

"I'll confess! I'll confess everything, I can't take it anymore! I know where Lin Chen is!"

A few seconds later, a fully armed jailer strode over and looked at Marcus with a slight smile.

"Hey, Chief Marcus, when did you become so smart?" The jailer's eyes were full of mockery. "I thought you were going to keep playing the tough guy role all the way, why are you suddenly so weak?"

"I'm starving!" Marcus shouted. "Take me to Louis!"

"Step back! Hands up, I'm going to search you!"

The jailer pushed open the door, entered the cell, and walked up to Marcus.

Before his hands could even touch Marcus, a pair of hands appeared from the shadows, pressed down on his head, and slit his throat with a dagger—

"Click... Ahh..."

The jailer fell to the ground and was dragged into the cell by Marcus.

At the same time, the portal opened again, and Jiang Zhengge and Lucy quickly walked in.

“I’ll take Marcus to pull the lever,” Oswald said, as ashes rose from his body, gradually transforming him into the shape of a jailer. “You, wait for your chance.”

“Received,” Jiang Zhengge said.

"What are you planning to do?!" Wu Hao stared blankly at the scene.

“We’re planning a prison break, do we need to explain that?” Jiang Zhengge frowned. “Keep your mouth shut, you won’t have a chance to report us.”

Seeing the gun in Jiang Zhengge's hand, Wu Hao swallowed hard and reached out his hand:

"Give me a gun! I'll fight my way out with you!"

"Are you sure?" Jiang Zhengge narrowed his eyes.

"Why should we believe you?" Lucy asked, her face full of distrust.

“I don’t want to rot in a cell,” Wu Hao shook his head. “Damn it, have I exposed you guys these past few months? If I wanted to, I would have done it long ago! I haven’t uttered a single word!”

"Who knows if you're trying to take this opportunity to cause a big mess... Lao Jiang?"

Lucy was stunned because she saw Jiang Zhengge walk up to Wu Hao and throw him an MP5 submachine gun.

“Investigator, you’d better obey my orders,” Jiang Zhengge said. “This is an operation, your favorite kind of ‘unauthorized’ operation. Success or failure depends entirely on you.”

"Old Jiang, are you sure...?" Lucy stopped Jiang Zhengge.

"it is good."

Wu Hao looked directly at Jiang Zhengge and nodded vigorously.

He stood up, inspected the magazine, his expression resolute.

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Chapter Twenty-One: Prison Break Riot (6000 words)

"Hey, isn't this Commander Marcusco!"

"Marcusco Commander? You actually confessed first? Hahaha, that's hilarious..."

"Why aren't you pretending to be a tough guy anymore? Isn't it your time to beat me up in the ring now?"

Marcus gritted his teeth as he listened to the mockery of the prison guards along the way:

"Those sons of bitches..."

“Quiet,” Oswald whispered, “Don’t cause trouble.”

"Tch... Don't you have any human emotions, Oswald?" Marcus muttered. "They were hurling such nasty insults, you heard them all..."

“Emotions are superfluous in action,” Oswald said. “We have arrived.”

The two turned around and entered the prison's control room.

Inside the control room, the guard was snoring away, not even hearing the footsteps behind him.

"Boom."

Oswald blew the guard's head off with a single shot from a silenced pistol, then walked to the control panel and began entering the key.

"Holy crap... you even know this key?" Marcus was stunned, watching Oswald's incredibly smooth operation.

"It's just some preparation."

Oswald entered the key and pulled the lever—

"Crack!"

"Beep! Beep! Prison exercise time procedure is initiating! All guards, please take your positions! Repeat, prison exercise time procedure is initiating..."

"Damn it, what time is it for exercise? Is the warden out of his mind?" a shout came from the corridor. "Hey! Don't run around! Don't—"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

A series of gunshots rang out, and Jiang Zhengge and Lucy rushed out of the cell first, taking down four or five prison guards in an instant.

"If you want freedom, run away! You bastards!" Jiang Zhengge shouted at the hesitant prisoners in the cell. "This is your only chance! Your only chance!"

"Kill!!!" Lucy shouted, raising her fist.

In an instant, riots broke out throughout the prison, with prisoners rushing out of their cells and charging at the guards who hadn't yet reacted.

Gunfire echoed throughout the prison, and alarms blared incessantly.

After fighting their way to the control room, Jiang Zhengge led his team to successfully rendezvous with Oswald.

"What's the next step?" Jiang Zhengge asked, looking at the map.

“Go up to the warden,” Oswald said. “If the prison gets out of control, the gates will be completely locked, and only the warden’s access card can open them.”

“What if the warden leaves the prison too?” Lucy asked.

"Then we're doomed, but he won't have that chance."

Oswald straightened his jailer uniform and was the first to walk out of the control room.

Jiang Zhengge glanced back at Wu Hao—he was checking the magazine, sweat beading on his forehead; the intense combat he hadn't experienced in a long time was clearly taking its toll.

"What are you looking at me for?" Wu Hao noticed Jiang Zhengge's gaze and frowned. "I haven't done anything underhanded, have I?"

“You didn’t do it…” Jiang Zhengge said, “but who knows?”

"Heh... Focus your attention on more important things, Jiang Zhengge."

Looking into Jiang Zhengge's eyes, Wu Hao sighed softly.

“Xiao Fang’s revenge has been achieved,” he said in a low voice. “Katrina is dead, and Hua Molan is dead. I have no other desires.”

"You have no other desires, yet you've come with me to risk your life?" Jiang Zhengge raised an eyebrow.

"God knows what I was thinking."

Wu Hao's eyebrows twitched twice. He looked at the gun in his hand, momentarily confused.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm much more useful than those prisoners," he said in a low voice. "Let's go!"

"Alright, as you wish."

Jiang Zhengge chuckled, raised his gun, and followed Oswald out of the control room.

As soon as I stepped outside, a prisoner wielding a brick rushed over and started smashing it across my face—

"Oh!"

Jiang Zhengge shot him dead, then immediately raised his gun and aimed at the prisoners behind him:

"Hey! What's wrong with you?!" Jiang Zhengge shouted. "We're from the First Response Division!"

"Quick Counter-Reaction Division 1? Holy crap, your wanted level is even higher than ours!"

Several heavily convicted criminals wearing leg irons immediately put down their bricks, as if they had found a big brother.

"We thought you were a prison guard! And you even tried to take my gun!"

"What are you trying to steal! Do you want to get out?" Wu Hao shouted.

"I want it so badly!"

"Then stay back and don't let the prison guards get close from behind," Wu Hao gestured. "We'll take care of the front!"

"You want to use me as a shield?!" a serious offender protested.