Boss Monster Chat Group Chapter 275: This winter in Tallinn

? When Mosaic heard this, he immediately grabbed food and water from Su Mo's hands, gobbled it up, and then rushed out after putting on jailer's clothes and shoes according to Su Mo's request. He didn't ask How did Su Mo go out by himself, because he simply didn't have the ability to care.

After Mosaic left, Su Mo put the mosaic clothes on the body of the jailer, and then lifted the jailer with a rope.

At least, if you don’t come in and check, no one will find that the prisoner has been dropped.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to go back to the city directly, but that he can’t use the city back to the city at all. He can only honestly wait for the skill to cool down for two hours. He still has a pair of jailer’s gloves in his hand. You can become a jailer and go out.

He has other survivals, but in places like prisons, only the jailer can walk freely. Even if he becomes a nobleman, he will be arrested immediately.

The waiting time will be very boring.

He wanted to switch his angle of view and become Laifu to take a look at the situation on the chat group, but he was afraid that someone would come in suddenly in the cell, and he would have reason and couldn’t explain it, not to mention he simply Just ignore it.

Theft will only be held for a few hours, and to help the repeat offender escape from prison, at least Su Mo will stay in the cell before the New Year.

Don't underestimate this federal prison. There are very few prisoners who can escape, even if they are very powerful, criminals of different strengths will be treated at different levels.

Su Mo suspected that even if Count Dracula was captured, he might not be able to get out easily.

Crack, click…

Su Mo in the wandering woke up immediately, the sound of the prison door being opened.

He immediately stood up and hid behind the door, and then saw that the cell door was opened and a jailer came in with a meal tray.

Su Mo held his breath, he could see that there was a palm-sized piece of brown bread on the rice plate, only about half an inch thick, and a bowl of almost clear rice porridge, with about seven or eight grains of rice floating in it. , The only possibility that is more luxurious is the tomato sauce with a small nail on the black bread.

It seems that these people really don't treat mosaics as human beings.

Even if mosaics are not a good thing, they can't be so abusive to others. It's not like mosaics won't starve to death.

"Take the plate, don’t drop it. If the plate falls, you will die. Also, don’t look back. According to the rules of the road, you must die when you see your face. I think you don’t want to die."

Just when the jailer wanted to go around and feed the prisoner, a gloomy voice came to mind behind him.

He was an exciting spirit in an instant, almost jumping up, but the voice was too gentle, and the content of what he said was so terrifying, he controlled the urge to throw the plate out with a strong willpower.

A hand stretched out from behind him and picked up the slice of bread on the plate.

Immediately, the sound of chewing came to mind behind him.

"Unexpectedly, the food in the prison is pretty good, it tastes good, I really envy you, what is your name, forget it, I don’t think we will meet again at all. It doesn’t make sense to know the name. ."

The person behind him was too calm, so he gathered into something like momentum.

The jailer felt like a tiger was lying on his back, and he might swallow himself in one bite anytime, anywhere.

"Are you a good jailer, or are you like him, beating and scolding prisoners all day for benefits?" The voice behind began to ask again, in a calm and leisurely tone, people who didn’t know thought he was in their own At home, therefore, an extremely powerful image was established in the mind of the jailer.

If the other party wants to, they can even massacre the entire federal prison.

Before the jailer regained his senses, he saw another scene that he would never forget under the cue of the man behind him.

His colleague, a colleague with a good background who specializes in taking over some fat and poor colleagues.

At this time, this colleague looks like a dead person—it is true that he can't die anymore. His eyes are protruding, his face is blue and white, the five holes are bleeding, the side temple has a big hole, and the living jailer even You can see the powdery white brains from the hole.

It's really like a bean brain!

I don’t know when it happened. He suddenly found that his pants were already wet, and water was still running down. The warm water dripped down his thighs, soaking the cotton pants, and soon Feel the bone cold.

Why is it so cold this winter in Tallinn.

I don’t know how long it took. The jailer felt that the people behind him had gone, but he always felt that someone was talking to him in his ears. He didn't dare to move or turn his head.

When he wakes up, he is already facing the warden.

Two jailers, one dead, and one nervous, escaped an important criminal—Shadow Mark.

As for Su Mo, who was arrested for theft and disappeared, almost no one remembered this person--even if it was useless, he did not leave any real information.

When Su Mo returned to the shoemaker's house, Shadow Mark really waited at the shoemaker's house as scheduled.

"Sorry, I'm late, I hope I can still make dinner." Su Mo took off his hat, put it on the table, and slowly sat down on the table.

"Thank you very much for saving me." Shadow Mark said.

"Don't thank me, just take what you need, I think you must have arranged our next itinerary." Su Mo turned his head and smiled to face Max: "According to the agreement, Max, this is Your gift."

A yellow bullet.

Shadow Mark was a little unconcerned at first, but after looking carefully, his pupils diminished.

As an assassin, he also knows this kind of thing. In this mission, he used a kind of poison with the same effect, which can also kill quickly. It is important~ IndoMTL.com~ It is just a comparison of the power of the poison and the bullet. And convenience is undoubtedly better, but the sound is louder.

"Why do you have this kind of thing, as far as I know, only the nobles and the military have it." Shadow Mark said with some envy. Of course his boss also has it, but unfortunately it will not be used for assassination.

It is said that experts can tell its owner from the bullet, and if that's the case, talk about the assassination of a fart.

"Thank you." The shoemaker grabbed the bullet and held it tightly in his hand. This bullet will become his assassin, and anyone who dares to hinder him from entering the upper class will be destroyed.

It's just a bullet. As for, Su Mo despised it in his heart.

"Tomorrow, I will take you to see my friend Lexus, the Beastmaster, and persuade him to teach you the skills of Beastmaster. In fact, this skill is quite suitable for assassins." Shadow Mark said.

"Who said I'm an assassin, I'm a ranger." Su Mo's hand reversed, and the dagger appeared in his hand, and then disappeared.