Trafford’s Trading Club

We have long known that prisons in this country are so overcrowded.

If possible, the warden would even like to 'clear out' some of the prisoners here. Even if half of the prisoners are cleared, the place is still very crowded.

Scum, garbage, moths...

The warden, who was enjoying dinner in his office, was not in a good mood at this time. He was thinking about finding some prisoners to have fun with later to make himself feel better.

After all, in such a boring place, only by having fun with the prisoners can I feel a little bit of excitement in this place full of stench, noise, and death.

Suddenly, two bright lights shot in from the glass window on his side, making the warden unable to open his eyes. At the same time, a call from the country's power center also came directly here.

"Take out the following two prisoners immediately. The escort has arrived."

The call was quickly hung up, and the warden also saw clearly the source of the bright light, the armed helicopter!

What happened? Such a thing was actually dispatched to escort two prisoners? Although, the two prisoners mentioned in the phone call are notorious guys.

"M-bring these two guys Bucky and Doflamingo to me immediately!!"

Despite this, the warden immediately arranged for his prison guards to extract these two guys from the tightly guarded cabin.

Not only here, but also in two other prisons on this hot summer night, the same situation occurred.

…

…

Rio Municipal Theater.

Song Haoran was looking at the screen on his mobile phone. Lluvia was filming the scene through video.

All the guests were under supervision at this time and squatted under the stage, making it look very crowded. This reminded Song Haoran of the current situation of this country's famous prison.

Because he left the show midway to communicate with his father, Song Haoran was lucky enough to escape this disaster, making himself less passive. At least, outside the eyes of this group of gangsters, he had a lot of room to move.

"There is a bomb, be careful, I will find a way."

After sending a text message to lluvia, Song Haoran began to think about his next action. This place is extremely dangerous. The gangsters have the power to fight the police head-on, and the high explosives that can blow up the entire theater... The key is the existence of the explosives.

There is no doubt that with his own skills, he can leave this place safely. After all, he is not trapped in the concert hall. However, it was impossible for him to abandon his two men and leave alone.

Decades ago, my father traveled across the ocean and came to this continent alone, struggled hard, and built his current business. He only relied on a pair of blood-stained hands and friendship.

The meaning of love is worth thousands of gold.

He has always been taught this... Teach him that if you want the people under your command to work hard for their lives, then you must also be with them.

All entrances to the concert hall are manned. No matter inside or outside the door, if there is any trouble, there will probably be more than one gun waiting for you.

"It's a bit difficult to handle." Song Haoran frowned.

Through lluvia's video, he naturally saw the occasional bullets fired from the VIP room stands. It wasn't directed at anyone present, it was like it was done casually. But it was precisely because of such actions that Song Haoran felt the cruelty of these bandit leaders.

The real regard for human life is careless.

As for outside the theater, I could see through the window that it was surrounded by a large number of police cars and assault vehicles. The police riot team had been on standby early and tightly sealed the theater in all directions.

Further afield, the road has been completely blocked... The sound of vehicles honking their horns is like the sound of dissatisfaction emanating from the city at night.

"It seems that they are negotiating... I just don't know what the conditions are." Song Haoran took a quick look and left silently. He planned to sneak into the back of the stage to see if he could get in.

It's best to find where the bomb is installed.

Taking a deep breath, Song Haoran suddenly put his palm on his chest... His hand seemed to be grabbing something through his clothes.

It was a small, round, sun-shaped ancient sign with ancient words engraved on it. It was something he found during his expedition from a hidden temple in the Amazon jungle.

He had previously told a story about a jungle adventure with a Chinese friend he had known for only an hour or two in a Spanish restaurant. He had told the young man about meeting a terrifying giant python, but he had not told anything. Man, during that expedition, he got such an ancient medallion or it would be more appropriate to turn it into a badge.

The emblem of the Sun God...Since he didn't know the origin of this thing, Song Haoran had already named it.

Holding only the badge of the Sun God that he carried close to his body, Song Haoran closed his eyes tightly at this time. At this time, his mind seemed to be separated from his body. A feeling of lightness made his soul seem to become happy, but his body was like a heavy shackle, making him feel a bad feeling of restraint at the same time.

The thoughts of detachment are now spreading, like ripples, gradually spreading to the edge of the theater.

In his mind, this huge theater also began to be rebuilt. As a result, he 'saw' everything in the theater...including the guy hiding in the dark, of course, and the terrifying things buried that could blow up the place.

After a moment, Song Haoran opened his eyes again, his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, and he felt the fatigue coming from his body.

This badge of the Sun God gave him a full range of sensory abilities, but at the same time, every time he used it, it would greatly consume his physical strength and energy. Song Haoran did not dare to use it more.

"There are seven bomb locations." Song Haoran recalled the locations of the things he 'saw', "There are twenty-three gangsters, and the leader is Roger..."

Regarding Roger, ordinary people may have forgotten about him a long time ago, or they may not know about him at all. However, for Song Haoran, who lives in the dark side of this land, it is naturally clear.

In the archives of 'Iris', there is a manual that lists dangerous people from various countries in South America, and this Roger is one of them.

The son of the former leader of the Imperial Capital Command... and the 'Imperial Capital Command' can be said to be the most powerful gang in the country.

"A Senate President, guests from many countries, and many high-ranking people in society are almost enough if they can be used as bargaining chips to negotiate with the country."

Song Haoran took off his suit jacket and folded up the sleeves, then moved his neck and revealed a charming smile.

He likes adventure... This time, it was a very good adventure.

…

…

"Bucky, Doflamingo, Moria and Crocodile!" The elder of the Senate looked at the madman in front of him solemnly.

He has already remembered who Roger is... the son of the gang leader who named himself in such an unscrupulous way as 'Command'!

"The people you want have been extracted from the place where they were imprisoned." The elder of the Senate said quickly at this time: "But you also know that it takes time to send these people from different places. Only the remaining It can’t be delivered here in less than thirty minutes!”

"If you are late for one minute, I will kill one." Roger said indifferently: "There are a lot of people down there, right? Even if you are two or three hours late, it will still be more than enough."

madman! Scum!

The anger in the eyes of the Senate President became more and more intense, but he could not resist... He even looked feebly at a small object that Roger had thrown on the table.

To be precise, this is a remote control with only one red button... However, such a simple thing controls the lives of all the hostages on site.

High explosives that were enough to blow up the entire theater... Thinking that such a terrifying thing was buried under his feet, the elder of the Senate could not calm down.

As for the 'greedy fat pig', he was even more unbearable, sweating like rain and trembling all over.

However, listening to Roger's threatening words, the Senate President had no choice but to quickly dial the phone again.

Not long after, the old man hurriedly said: "Molia can be reached the fastest, after all, the prison where he is being held is the closest to here! Roger, please don't completely anger the government. You should know that we will arrest people as soon as possible." Extracting it is enough to show our sincerity.”

"Hmm... pretty good." Roger nodded, "I haven't seen Moria for a long time."

When Roger smiled, the Senate President relaxed slightly... At least this guy wouldn't do anything too extreme, right?

Bang!

"But, I'm still bored."

This shot directly hit the cheek of an orchestra member on the stage below, penetrating directly from the left cheek to the right cheek...

After this shot, the elder Senate president had no time to imagine what would happen next. He just looked at the devilish smile on this man's face in horror.

"Don't make me wait too long."

"Hurry!! No matter what method you use, I will see these four guys appear at the theater door in half an hour!!!"

…

…

There were twenty-three gangsters in total, and they were extremely vicious.

These people, if left alone, can cause great damage anywhere. But even so, it is not an easy task for twenty-three people to completely control the entire theater.

Destruction and care are not the same after all.

The hostages in the concert hall lobby were fine. However, those who originally entered the VIP room may have slipped through the net, or someone may have taken advantage of the chaos to hide.

Roger's two men were searching room after room for these fish that had slipped through the net.

The theater may still have many staff outside the concert hall, but as long as it completely controls all the hostages in the concert hall, it is enough. After all, no matter how excellent the theater employees are, they cannot compare to an ordinary member of the foreign exchange group.

Thanks to the structure of this theater, the thugs only need to guard a few entrances and exits to suppress the scene, and then allocate manpower to search one by one.

"Hey, speaking of it, there are so many murders that have happened recently, which attracted most of the police force and relaxed the supervision on us. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to blend into the upp team so easily."

Holding the P-90 on his chest with both hands, one of the gangsters seemed quite relaxed at this time. He walked in the corridor on the upper floor of the theater and opened a VIP room with his companions to watch.

Before this, I had already searched once, and now I am checking for gaps.

Roger was a complete lunatic, but he was also a cautious guy. No matter how many times he searches like this, he won't find it too many before he achieves his goal.

Gunshots would occasionally sound, and the two knew that this was their leader making fun of themselves, so they just smiled at each other and continued searching.

At this time, a figure quietly landed on the ceiling of the corridor the two of them had just passed.

That was Song Haoran. He had successfully sneaked in and heard the movements of the two gangsters, so he climbed up to the ceiling and waited for the two men to pass by.

When a person falls to the ground, he will definitely make a sound, no matter how slight it is, it is still a sound. Hearing the noise, the two gangsters turned around instantly, pressed their hands on the P-90 and pointed out at lightning speed.

However, the figure in front of him was too fast. In just an instant, one of them had already fallen. He didn't even know clearly how the other party took action.

Another gangster was also knocked to the ground at the same time. He didn't even have time to shoot. The joints of his body were in abnormal pain at this time, and his body was wrapped around Song Haoran like an octopus.

Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

Song Haoran is no stranger to killing people. Many years ago, his father asked him, who was only in his teens, to go into the jungle alone and fight ferocious beasts. Since he was sixteen years old, he has followed his father in various war-torn places in chaotic South America.

Beneath the appearance of the noble young master, there is a bloody pulse.

Song Haoran opened his hands at this time, and of the two gangsters in front of him, one had his neck broken, and the other was knocked unconscious.

Without any hesitation, Song Haoran pulled out a black saber from the unconscious gangster and cut his throat directly...

"Twenty-one more."

What Song Haoran didn't notice was that when the two gangsters, especially the gangster whose throat was slit, died, the 'Emblem of the Sun God' he was carrying around his body actually lit up slightly.

Just when Song Haoran was about to properly dispose of the two corpses, a strange noise alerted him.

In fact, activating the 'Emblem of the Sun God' will cause his perception to soar crazily, but on weekdays, his senses are becoming more and more acute. It seems that as the days get longer, the improvement in sensory convenience will continue. .

For example, hearing, at this moment, his hearing is far beyond that of ordinary people.

The source of the sound came from another box on one side. Song Haoran looked indifferent and walked slowly towards the box.

He had heard movement... the sound of footsteps.

Sure enough, there was someone hiding in the room, and he heard footsteps. He was sure that the other person was very frightened and was retreating.

Maybe, you are still looking around, trying to find a place to hide?

In front of the door, Song Haoran stopped, suddenly showed a smile, and said calmly: "Don't be nervous, I am the person sent by the government to rescue you."

...that's weird.

￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥

ps1: Don’t complain about the names of those prisoners, and don’t laugh. Because you said that foreigners' names are difficult to remember, so in order to facilitate the book friends, especially in terms of memory, I used local materials. It is definitely not because I am too lazy to remember the names (dead face).

ps2: Again, don’t laugh, above.