Saint

Chapter 45: escape (1)

The prison car of the general administration came to the post station town on the morning of the second day. "The prisoner's car came one day earlier than expected." the elder father of the Department asked, looking at the guards with some doubts. They were all fresh faces. "Oh, this is an extra bus. Many places complain that the detention center is overcrowded." Later, the circuit judge from the car reassured the director. He was a known judge and served in the West for many years. "I happened to go to the city to do business. When I met a prisoner's car on the road, I asked it to turn to the town." the judge and the director said, "how many criminals are waiting for trial." "Just one" "Well, by the way, I'll deal with it so that I don't have to run more in the future." The trial was held in the narrow Office of the police department. "Larceny, arrested on the spot." the judge read the file, "what's your name?" "Toposo, sir, please believe that it was an accident." The judge doesn't believe the criminal's words. This kind of street gangster who lives on theft has no truth. Even their identities are not easy to verify. There are homeless people and orphans adopted by the head of thieves everywhere. Generally, for such people, it is the best choice to fine them or directly put them in prison. "Bail one hundred Caesar, can you come out?" "He doesn't have money." bran interjected, "even the meals last night and in the morning are from the police department. You see if you can make more money for the Department." "It's not my area of competence, agent," said the circuit judge, and then sentenced, "six months in prison." Fulan thought for a moment, "according to the criminal law, criminals have the right to choose imprisonment or hard labor, and the time limit of the latter will be reduced a lot." "You're really an old fish. Maybe I should check your case carefully, and then sentence for a few more months." the judge sarcastically said, "well, go to the mine and serve a sentence for two months." Blin Lara Follain, "you're crazy. It's hard to live in the mine. I met a fat man who stayed there for several months, and after coming out, only bones were left." Compared with prison, open-air mines are more convenient to escape. One night, I cheated the guards, changed back to Quasimodo in a quiet corner, pulled off the shackles, and ran at the speed after transformation. Even if the guards found out, it was too late to search on horseback. In a few minutes, he would be free and would not hurt innocent people. Then mix into the crowd and join with the cardinal. Fulan smiled, "your personality is not suitable for being a policeman." "Maybe." Bran replied, "good luck." A prisoner's car with all the windows nailed with iron railings was parked outside the police station. The prisoner's car will stop in St Paul for a short time, and then send each prisoner to the place he should go. More than half of the space in the car was transformed into a cage. The prisoners were all in chains. There were four prisoners in total. There were two fully armed guards outside the cage. Just as the car was about to start, Bran asked, "gentlemen, I'll take a ride to St Paul." "It's not in accordance with the rules." "Come on, rules are rules, and human relationships are human relationships." Bran is a veteran, "you are new, I haven't been rejected." The guard exchanged his eyes. "Come on." The prisoners looked at each other with a look of indifference, but when they came into contact with one of them, they moved their eyes away. It was a strong and powerful bald man. He was not tall, but his neck and shoulders were like deformities, full of massive muscles. Compared with the width of his shoulders, his head was smaller. On his arm, he was tattooed with a roaring beast's head. His fist was thick enough to break the enemy's head. There was silence in the car. Fulan thought something was wrong. The tattooed man beside him nodded to the guard outside the cage. The guard stood up and put his head out of the window. "Where?" This is a signal. The prisoner's car suddenly turns a corner, drives into an abandoned Road, and then stops. "Gentlemen, there seems to be something wrong with the wheels." the driver's guard shouted, "come and help check it." Seeing Bran sitting still, the guard pushed him, "man, help handle." "OK." Bran quickly pushed the door open and jumped down. The judge also wanted to help, but the guard stood in his way, "Sir, I want to say something to you." "Say it, please." "Hitchhikers sometimes lose their lives." The judge covered his stomach and collapsed, spraying blood on the murderer. This sudden situation made other prisoners surprised and shouted, "open the cage quickly." the tattooed man ordered. "What's the matter?" hearing the noise coming from the car, Bran, a small policeman, ran back and asked, posing as the murderer of the driving guard, raised a sharp dagger and cut his windpipe from behind. "Guys, keep quiet." the tattoo man shouted solemnly, asking his subordinates to untie the shackles for him, and then throwing the key to the people next to him, "it's all on the road, I'm Cregan, I think you've heard of my name." "Cregan! That big punch Cregan!" one of the prisoners shouted excitedly, "the famous big man in the West." "There was an accident before, but fortunately, people in small places didn't recognize me. I can't go to St Paul, or any grey guy there will open champagne to celebrate." Cregan said, "so it's such a play." "The prison car is exactly the same as the real one." the prisoner exclaimed. "Hey, it's true. But the grey man who is escorting the car is lying at the bottom of the river." craigan laughed, "I'm going to the north to avoid the limelight. You can also escape." Fulan squatted on the ground and held Bran in his arms. The little policeman's throat was slit. His face was pale and blood foam was pouring out. "I don't want to die, please." he desperately pulled Fulan's sleeve, opened his mouth and begged, shaking like chaff, and his body was getting colder and colder. "There was a grey man who didn't die." Cregan came over and asked for a machete. "Go away," said Fulan hoarsely. Craigan looked at him in surprise. "Say it again!" Then the big man of Juquan heard the more firm order of Xiangcai, "go away." At dusk. Three bodies with only underwear and blisters were placed in front of the police officers, and the inspector stared, "is it the escort guard of No. thirteen prisoner's car?" "Yes, the identification is correct." The coat and certificate were taken away, and the inspector had a very bad feeling. "Apply for martial law, and all the patrolmen will go out to check every road," the inspector said. At this time, someone passed through the cordon of the blockade site, "you are the head of the criminal group of the General Administration of St Paul?" "Who are you? No one, please leave." the inspector didn't like the tone of the visitors. "Zorfa Longhi, team leader of the secret police department." "Oh, I don't know when the secret investigator of the secret police hall will be able to intervene in criminal cases." "I know who killed them." Zorfa said, "there are not enough people in the dark police department in the west, and you have no intelligence sources. Cooperation can make this case closed as soon as possible." On the way to the border, Zorfa found himself cheated. He fell into a logical error, thinking that the goal itself was gray hair, middle-aged, with a mustache. Why can't you think about it in reverse? The appearance of the liar whose pseudonym is Carl Tiven in front of the world is just dressing up. That's the answer. The thief in the post station is the target in all likelihood. He was set up cunningly. Zorfa let the team members continue to go to the border, and he returned to the post station alone. The less credit he shared, the better. But he only saw Bran, a small policeman in emergency treatment, a judge who had become a corpse and an empty prison car. "We have made it clear that the one in the car is Cregan. According to one of the arrested prisoners in the same car, he is ready to take refuge in the north." "It's not the north, there are only barren villages and continuous mountains." drow FA said definitely, "if I was a fugitive, I would take the risk to tell outsiders, where I want to go?" he took out a map and marked several big cities along the coastline of Golden Bay with his fingers. "The really smart people will hide in the most prosperous places. The more people there are, the easier it is to hide." Cregan? Drow law is not prepared to put the charge of murder on his head. The greater the charge of the target, the higher his merit. "It sounds reasonable." the inspector reached out, "then cooperate." Zhuoerfa held the inspector's hand, indicating a happy cooperation. "Start hunting," he thought. This game must be very interesting.