Deathstroke Island is a secret prison jointly established by six countries. It is jointly managed. The coordinates and location are top secret, and the jailers can only enter and exit. It is completely isolated from the outside world. All the prisoners there are special prisoners, including political prisoners, members of rebel organizations, and others.

Superpowers who do evil. The prisoners have different compositions. The only similarity is that they are by no means a small-time gangster. They are not simple serial killers or general anti-social elements.

If you don't have any skills, you are not qualified to be imprisoned in Deathstroke Island.

The crimes of most of the prisoners are too numerous to describe. The Six Nations kept their lives and imprisoned them in unknown places because they took a fancy to their talents and hoped to squeeze out their value.

It can also be understood that Deathstroke Island is an alternative talent reserve for the six countries, full of talents and outstanding people.

Some of the prisoners reached a deal with the Six Nations and used their talents in exchange for better treatment, but most of them scorned this and mocked the negotiators of the Six Nations again and again. They were arrogant and cruel, like poisonous insects and beasts, but the jailers were afraid of them. Many of them

Prisoners are expressly prohibited from close contact.

Just yesterday, the Six Nations lost contact with Deathstroke Island. Now that catastrophe is sweeping the world, the Six Nations themselves cannot protect themselves and cannot take care of Deathstroke Island.

Unbeknownst to the Six Nations, Deathstroke Island was also affected by the Disaster of Alienation. The jailers fell ill on a large scale and all their responsibilities were forgotten.

The sick warden opened some of the prisoners' metal cell doors, like untying a tiger's collar.

…

Poof

The blood spurted from the human body dyed the gray metal corridor red, and the incandescent tube embedded in the center of the ceiling was painted with a large scarlet color, giving the corridor's light a dense blood color.

A two-meter-two-meter-tall Sanu man threw away the body of the chief warden, which was torn into two pieces. The two pieces fell to the ground with a sticky sound.

The strong man's upper body was naked, and his large muscles were fully exposed. There were a lot of old scars and the natural lines of the Sanu people. He had a bald head. To be precise, all male prisoners had their heads shaved.

The strong man shook off the blood on his hands and looked back. There were more than a dozen corpses of jailers lying on the ground, including the regional warden who had just been torn apart by his hands. Hundreds of yellow bullet casings were scattered in the pool of blood, as well as

Many firearms were crushed by him, and the smell of blood lingered in the air.

Prisoners are held in solitary confinement, with cells separated by hundreds of meters. There are metal gates at both ends of the passage, and the corridor where each cell is located is a closed space.

Looking around, there were no windows in this corridor. The strong man punched the wall a few times, leaving shallow dents. The force feedback showed that behind the wall was very thick metal and concrete. There were only two choices in front of him.

Go forward or backward along the corridor.

Since being imprisoned, the strong man has not left the cell, and naturally does not know the map structure of the prison. He is too lazy to change into these too small jailer uniforms and glances at the monitor in the corner.

"I suddenly opened my cell door, and no one has stopped me yet... Well, the air is filled with a sinister smell. What happened to this prison?" the strong man murmured to himself.

Being imprisoned on Deathstroke Island, all the prisoners have no information, so naturally they don't know that the alienation disaster has broken out outside.

Without hesitation, the strong man decided to move forward. After walking a few hundred meters, a metal gate blocked the way forward. He felt the thickness of the metal gate, took a deep breath, opened his posture, and drew his right fist to his side like a bow.

His muscles bulged violently, and his fist as big as a casserole hit the door hard.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After more than twenty punches in a row, the pit outlined an oval outline. The strong man bumped his shoulders, and the piece of metal tore immediately, and he knocked it away, opening up the passage.

After walking forward for a while, I finally saw the cells in this corridor. Several jailer corpses were lying in front of the door. The cell door was open, but the prisoners inside were nowhere to be seen. The prisoners on Deathstroke Island basically had no chance to meet other prisoners, and neither did the strong men.

Except, he doesn't know who his "neighbor" is.

He didn't think much and continued forward, and soon saw another metal gate. However, this door already had a huge gap, which was obviously caused by the equally lucky neighbor.

The strong man did not stop and passed several cells. In some places, there was no corpse of the jailer, but all the cells were opened. Apparently, they were rescued by the neighbor. The gates that blocked the way were all broken open, leaving no obstruction.

He gradually changed from walking to trotting, trying to catch up with the person in front of him.

After running for a while, I passed through a gate. Behind it was no longer a seemingly endless corridor of cells, but an empty rotunda. In the center was a gray-black metal column connecting the ceiling and the ground. This was the elevator.

The shaft was divided into four elevators. A group of prisoners were surrounding the elevator shaft. When they heard the footsteps of the strong man, they all turned around.

"Another lucky guy, he escaped alone." A tall, thin, middle-aged and elderly prisoner walked out of the crowd, looked at the strong man up and down, and said: "If you didn't save other prisoners along the way, then you are my target in the other direction.

Neighbors, let me introduce myself, my name is Shi Jieke, a senior executive of Germination. I was imprisoned eleven years ago."

"Member of Germination? No wonder you were arrested." The strong man nodded and said solemnly: "I am Tyne. I have been in prison for four years. What happened in the prison? Why did someone release us and no one stopped us?

us."

"I don't know either, but since no one is stopping me, this is a good opportunity to escape." Shi Jieke pointed to the prisoners behind him and said, "They each have their own abilities. Some even know the topography of Deathstroke Island. He

Can you get us out of here."

A thin man came out, pointed to his head, and said: "I once hacked into the top secret database of the Six Nations and saw the structural diagram of Deathstroke Island. Although it was only a few dozen seconds, I have already memorized hundreds of them.

Sixty-sevenths of the contents are just in use now...Huh, that's why I was caught."

"In short, Deathstroke Island is not an overseas island. The name is misleading. Its real location is underground in a mountain range. The Six Nations borrowed a natural cave to build this underground prison. There are thirteen floors in total, and each floor is

It is a circular corridor with many cells distributed around it. The outside of the prison is covered with a large amount of steel and concrete, and missiles cannot explode it. There is no exit on the top or bottom floor. A certain layer in the middle is the only passage leading to the ground. It is very located.

Secret, and very long.”

"Since everyone wants to escape from here, you can join us." Shi Jieke said.

The strong man Tyne nodded slowly, "What are your plans?"

"The prison has not responded to the escape on our floor for a long time, so there must be something else that is holding them back. It is very likely that more than just the prisoners on our floor have escaped. If other prisoners have also escaped,

Then they should all go to the top floor." Shi Jieke showed a cruel smile, "After so many years of confinement, we can recover some interest from the jailer."

Tyne frowned and did not agree.

Everyone got on the elevator and went all the way to the top floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, the strong smell of blood hit their faces. The elevator shaft was surrounded by the corpses of the jailers, and blood flowed into rivers. The old warden was lying in the corner, with his abdomen wide open and green.

The black intestines were taken out and wrapped tightly around his neck. His face turned purple. It turned out that he had been strangled to death. It was extremely cruel.

However, Shi Jieke and his party remained calm and there was no one who was kind and unmoved by this scene.

Another group of prisoners covered in blood were waiting for the elevator, and the situation around them was undoubtedly their work.

"Someone else escaped?" The leader of another group of prisoners was a man with burns and disfigurement. He licked his lips and sneered: "Hey, you missed a carnival. Except for us, there is no one on this floor.

A living person."

Shi Jieke narrowed his eyes. He knew the origin of the man with the burned face. He was a ferocious superpower who had committed many heinous crimes. Even he was unwilling to offend him for nothing, so he said: "How about joining forces? Let's

Know how to escape."

"Humph, that's fine." Burnt Face thought for a while and didn't refuse.

The two groups quickly reached a consensus and began to clear out the surviving guards one by one, while also rescuing other prisoners.

The prisoner team grew larger and larger, and gradually numbered hundreds. All the prisoners were released, and soon the entire prison was bloodbathed, leaving the jailers vulnerable in front of them.

Originally, Deathstroke Island Prison had many defense mechanisms, and even a self-destruct button to prevent prisoners from escaping. However, when everyone came to the main control room, they found that the place was in a mess. The guards who were supposed to stay behind were fighting each other for unknown reasons, and more than a dozen guards used

The guns beat each other into a sieve, and they died together.

No wonder no one has stopped me.

"Are these jailers fighting among themselves?"

Everyone looked puzzled and felt like they were dreaming.

After being imprisoned for so long, he was freed somehow?

Why did the jailer beat his own people?

It’s weird everywhere!

Due to the lack of intelligence, the prisoners naturally did not know the existence of the Alienation Disaster. Many jailers suddenly fell ill and paralyzed Deathstroke Island. They were able to escape so smoothly. No matter how powerful the fortress was, it would be breached from within.

After all the jailers were eliminated, hundreds of prisoners took a rest in the elevator shaft hall. Only then did they have enough time to look at others.

Many of them were once famous villains, with ferocious demeanors and crouching tigers, hidden dragons. Many people had heard of each other's well-known reputations, and they were awe-inspiring and wary of each other.

No one is easy to mess with.

There are also some new prisoners who have been arrested in recent years and have not been recognized. Most of the prisoners have been locked up on Deathstroke Island for many years, and many have been imprisoned for ten or twenty years. They are isolated from the world, have no information, and do not know the outside world.

Variety.

Tyne is the "newcomer" and no one knows his origins.

Because of fear of each other, many violent prisoners restrain their tempers. In an environment full of strong men, even the arrogant villains will keep a low profile. After all, although they are cruel, they are not brainless and have no thoughts of causing trouble. They just want to

Escape from the prison, then go your separate ways and go your separate ways.

After groping for a while, the prisoners found the exit passage and couldn't wait to walk in. This was a winding man-made passage that ran through the heart of the mountain.

After walking for about two hours, when all the prisoners started to get impatient, they finally saw the sunshine at the end of the passage and breathed in the fresher and fresher air.

"Out!"

Everyone was refreshed, quickened their pace, and rushed out of the passage.

This is the heart of a mountain range. The exit is a seemingly inconspicuous cave, surrounded by lush woods. The wind blows through the forest and the leaves rustle.

The sky is clear, the sun shines on the body, and there is a warm ocean. The long-lost sense of freedom rises from the bottom of the heart. Many people greedily breathe the fresh air and feel reborn.

After being imprisoned for so long, they finally escaped. The long-suppressed anger, ambition and hatred are like erupting volcanoes, out of control. Although they don't understand the changes in the outside world, many prisoners can't wait to return to their old jobs and go to different places to cause trouble.

One game.

At this moment, a stranger's voice suddenly sounded not far away.

"What a coincidence. I ran into you when I first arrived. I thought you had escaped."

Han Xiao leaned against the trees and stared at everyone.

The prisoners immediately looked over, looking at him with vigilant and aggressive eyes. They felt that Han Xiao was strange and most of them didn't recognize him.

"Who are you?" Burnt Face shouted.

"You can call me Black Ghost, that was my old nickname." Han Xiao raised his eyebrows.

"Black ghost?" Burnt Face said coldly: "Humph, you just jumped out of nowhere. I've never heard of a person like you."

boom!

A thick light flashed.

The next moment, all the burned parts of the face and neck had disappeared, the fractures were scorched, and the headless body shook a little and fell straight to the ground.

Han Xiao hooked his fingers, and the floating cannon halo array was like an obedient pet, slowly rotating around him affectionately. To this group of vicious prisoners, he was not in the mood to reason slowly, and his face was expressionless.
Chapter completed!