NABC Chapter 50 Assassination
Chapter 50 Assassination
The young prison guard's face was ashen, his body convulsing violently from the excruciating pain. He let out a piercing scream that sounded inhuman, and blood gushed from his wounds, staining the ground beneath him.
In the monitoring room, Lizzie stood in front of the screen, her gaze fixed on Ron's back. Her face was so gloomy it could drip water, and her fingers unconsciously clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
"Lola! Come out quickly!"
A male prison guard's voice rang out at the door, urgent in tone, "The captain wants to see you. Head immediately to the gate on the exercise yard to identify the escaped prisoner and the scene. You've done a great service this time!"
"Okay, I'm coming right now."
Lizzie's voice was cold, her gaze still fixed on Ron on the screen, before slowly shifting away after a long while.
She turned off the monitor, suppressed the complex emotions in her eyes, and quickly left with the male prison guard.
On the other side, the footsteps coming from the distant corridor grew closer and closer. Ron staggered to his feet, covered in blood, his hands still trembling.
He bent down and picked up the junior guard's dropped pistol, pointed the muzzle at the guard's head, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm...I'm sorry, you're destined not to leave."
This was the first time he had control over someone else's life and death. The footsteps in the corridor grew clearer, leaving him no room for hesitation.
Ron immediately changed his mind and decided to imitate Lizzie's method of disguise.
To avoid making a sound, he drew the knife from the young prison guard's waist and attempted to slit the man's neck.
However, his technique was clumsy, and he failed to kill the target even after several attempts.
In a moment of desperation, Ron became bloodthirsty and plunged his dagger into the young prison guard's neck. Only after the guard had completely stopped breathing did Ron gasp for breath, utterly exhausted.
Immediately afterwards, he quickly switched his clothes with the young prison guard's, and then clumsily scraped off the young guard's face skin and applied it to his own face.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and stabbed himself several times in the arm and leg with his sword. Blood seeped out instantly, and he collapsed to the ground, closing his eyes and pretending to faint.
A few minutes later, two groups of prison guards came from both sides of the corridor and converged at the entrance to the playground.
Lizzie walked at the front of the crowd, glanced at the scene, and instantly guessed what had happened.
Her gaze fell on the "prison guard" lying on the ground, her eyes filled with complex emotions, and she clicked her tongue.
At a glance, she recognized him as Ron. His prison guard uniform was crooked and messy, which could be disguised as the result of a fight, but it looked more like he had put it on in a hurry.
The assassination plan failed.
Soon, several prison doctors in white coats rushed forward, quickly examined the scene, and reported to the supervising guard:
"Captain, both prisoners are dead. One of them is missing his face and cannot be identified. The prison guard is not in immediate danger, but has several deep stab wounds."
The prison guard leading the group had a grim expression and said in a deep voice:
"Bandage the prison guards, lock them in a temporary cell in Zone 1, and leave a medical staff member to monitor them."
Each of your teams, send a few men quickly and efficiently to dispose of the prisoner's body without leaving a trace!
Lizzie subtly observed the prison guard leading the team, already devising a new plan in her mind—judging from this, the captain intended to settle the matter privately.
She knew that this time, only one of them could survive—her or Ron.
Taking a deep breath, Lizzie stepped out of the crowd and softly called to the captain who was preparing to leave: "Captain, wait a moment."
She bowed slightly, her tone sincere:
"I was the one who discovered this first. If I had discovered it earlier, perhaps this would not have happened. I am to blame."
"Why don't I interrogate this prison guard myself? I'll make amends and guarantee you a complete explanation."
The captain glanced at her and waved his hand: "Okay, I'll give you one day. Don't mess it up."
Having said that, he turned and left with his men.
Lizzie remained bowed until the captain's figure disappeared, then slowly straightened up, a resolute glint in her eyes.
She doesn't have much time left; she must complete her mission and leave before midnight tonight.
Meanwhile, inside the Second Male Ward prison, a piercing alarm suddenly broke the night sky.
"Drip—drip—drip—"
The sounds rose and fell in waves.
The sleeping prisoners were instantly awakened, all the prison lights came on, and the entire Second Ward was thrown into turmoil as prisoners rushed to the cell doors to clamor and peer inside.
Su Zixu suddenly sat up in bed, his eyes wide with sleeplessness; he had been restless all night.
Liu Runyu, who was standing to the side, was already squatting at the prison door, peering out with his face full of worry and fear.
"Oh no, something must have happened." Su Zixu frowned, his tone grave.
What unsettled him even more was that the nightingale that came to the cell every night was staying for shorter and shorter periods of time, but the chilling aura and oppressive feeling emanating from it were growing stronger day by day.
He felt that by tomorrow night, the nightingale would probably not just stay there any longer.
"Did something happen to Brother Zeng and Brother Luo?" Liu Runyu's voice trembled. Apart from their exposure, he couldn't think of anything else that could cause such a commotion.
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of prison guards stormed into the second section. The man in the lead had a gloomy face. After looking around in the center of the first floor, his eyes locked onto cell number 306.
The moment Liu Runyu met his gaze, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud, retreating backward repeatedly, his legs trembling like a leaf.
"It's over... They really came for us!" Liu Runyu's voice choked with sobs, his eyes filled with despair.
The footsteps grew closer. Su Zixu forced himself to calm down, turned sideways to tuck the rolled-up oil painting into his waistband, pulled his coat over his shoulders, and anxiously called out to Liu Runyu, "Come here and help me zip up my jacket, hurry up!"
Liu Runyu scrambled to his feet, his hands trembling so badly he could barely hold the zipper.
Seeing this, Su Zixu patted him heavily on the shoulder with his only remaining left hand, and said in a serious tone: "Comrade Runyu, the time to test you has come."
"Wh...what?" Liu Runyu looked up abruptly, his face full of confusion.
"It's nothing, we'll see how things go later."
Su Zixu, fearing he wouldn't understand, simply stated it plainly, his eyes icy.
"Remember, if you tell anyone what happened tomorrow night, not even the Heavenly King himself can save you. Think carefully about how you're going to survive!"
Liu Runyu trembled at his tone, not daring to ask anything, and just kept nodding, barely daring to breathe.