Chapter 139 Anskaban Prison Riot Plan
It's 7:30 pm Japan time, outside a izakaya in Kabukicho.

In the downpour, big raindrops hit the wooden eaves with a patter. Four figures stood under the eaves to avoid the rain, looking at the street shrouded in rain.

"Azhe is fine. We have sent her home to rest." The number one gigolo said, turning his head to look at Ke Mingye, "I didn't realize... you even carried medical equipment with you."

"I bought it at the mall." Ke Mingye said, "It's not expensive, just an E-level item."

As the two were chatting, Fanquan lifted the curtain and walked out of the pub, holding a black umbrella in his hand.

He said: "Since the mission has been completed, if there is nothing else, we will return to Beijing next."

"Well, then you guys go ahead. I have to work overtime tonight..." Orange Peel tucked the scabbard under his armpit, hugged his shoulders and sighed.

Ke Mingye patted his shoulder and said gloatingly, "Lao Ju, be careful not to be squeezed dry by the rich woman."

"We'll come visit you when we have time, come on."

Qingmeng looked up from her phone and added with a gloating tone.

Orange Peel was silent for a while, then lowered his eyes and said, "As long as you don't die, the rest doesn't matter."

"Of course, I will definitely die later than you." Qing Meng snorted, "And maybe we don't have to die. After we exterminate the superhumans and return to the original world, I will call your cell phone number and we can have a player party in the original world."

"It's an easy thought, but if I could go back to my original world, I probably wouldn't want to have anything to do with you guys."

Fan Quan adjusted his glasses and spoke calmly.

"You are so heartless, you intellectual." Ke Mingye patted his shoulder vigorously.

Qing Meng rolled her eyes at him and said, "That's right, you intellectual, what's the difference between saying this and not saying it? You're already hesitant to add a friend here. If you could really go back to your original world, you would definitely cut ties with us right away."

"A cultured person may have his own ideas." Orange peel smiled.

"Yes, yes, it was him who sold you here to be a gigolo. He is very creative." Ke Mingye said.

"Let's go back to Huanjing... We just killed a superhero, we should run away if we can."

As he spoke, Fanquan had already opened his umbrella and was about to step out from under the eaves, but was stopped by the number one gigolo.

The top gigolo closed the cover of his Nokia phone and suddenly said, "Wait, I have something else to talk to you about."

The anti-dog turned his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I just reported the progress of the assassination mission to the organization and got an important piece of information from them." The number one gigolo said, "About ten months later, anti-superhuman organizations around the world will jointly launch an attack on the superhuman prison in the Arctic - 'Anskaban'."

Anti-Dog hesitated for a moment: "Is Anskaban Prison the largest superhuman prison in the world?"

"Yes, the organization wants to use this action to free the superhuman criminals in the prison, rely on them to lure out the divine Zeus, and let these superhumans kill each other."

The number one gigolo said this and paused.

"The prison in Anskaban holds the world's most vicious superhuman criminals. As far as I know, the lowest-level criminal there is at least C-level, and as for how high the strongest criminals can be, that's unclear... To be honest, it wouldn't be surprising if there were S-level criminals in Anskaban."

"Ten months later, that is, next May," Fanquan said expressionlessly, "Is there an exact date?"

"Not yet. Currently, there are 13 superhuman organizations around the world participating in the preparation of this attack. They have prepared enough special equipment to fight against superhumans." The number one gigolo said, "If that day really comes, it will be a war... The number of casualties will be at least 10,000, and those who died are the most elite of the superhumans."

"War?" Ke Mingye shrugged. "Come on, is there really anyone in the world who can defeat Zeus? Are you sure that Zeus didn't kill all the criminals after they were released, even though that sounds like it would save us a lot of trouble."

Their goal is to exterminate superhumans, so the superhumans in the prison cannot be spared either. It is only a matter of time before they target these disaster-level criminals in Anskaban Prison.

Whether Zeus can slaughter all these superhuman criminals or these criminals join forces to defeat Zeus, it is definitely a good thing for them.

The top gigolo said, "Let's not talk about how many A-level monsters there are among these superhuman criminals. Besides, we won't be at the same level as we are now in ten months. We should have the strength to fight against Zeus."

"Is it possible..." Ke Mingye sang pessimistically, "Ten months later, Zeus will become stronger. After all, he has only reached the sixth level of his spiritual path and is already an S-level tough guy. If he climbs up another level, I dare not imagine how strong he will become by then."

"That's why we have to kill him as soon as possible. The Northern Prison riot in ten months is our best chance. We can rely on Zeus and the criminals in the prison to fight each other until both are injured. Then we can capture them together and reap the benefits."

The number one cowherd said, sighing softly: "In other words... if we fail to defeat Zeus in that war, then our hope will be slim."

"I understand. We'll deal with it when the time comes. We can't predict what will happen ten months from now. The situation may change at any time..."

Anti-Dog paused and said, "And this might be false information. The people from the Black Tengu Club might be using this false information to test whether we are trustworthy enough."

"I think so, too," said the top gigolo. "But the boss of our organization is a strange guy. We can't use common sense to infer his logic."

Anti-Dog said calmly: "It's not surprising, they wouldn't have created an organization that indiscriminately hunts down superhumans."

"Isn't it the same for us players?" Qing Meng asked.

"No, we were forced." Fanquan said, "If you have nothing to do, reading a couple of books at home is more fun than being an executioner..."

The top gigolo also said: "Can you guarantee that there are no superhuman babies or children in the world? No, there are many. You won't feel guilty about killing such a bad superhero, but what about killing others?"

Qingmeng was silent.

"The only thing we can do is to treat this as a game world. The choice is between breaking the shackles of morality or death. Most people will choose the former," said the number one gigolo.

"Haha, I think you are the one who is most immersed in the role. You play the role of the boss of the gigolo club very well." Ke Mingye teased.

Orange Peel laughed out loud, but the number one gigolo gave him a cold look. He then held the handle of the knife and lowered his head. He didn't dare to laugh anymore, but just rubbed his nose.

"Let's go home. I'm so sleepy." Qing Meng slung the leather bag containing the guns over his shoulder and stretched.

"I can't chat anymore. There's a guest waiting for me at the club."

Orange Peel glanced at his phone that was bombarded with calls and muttered softly.

"By the way, give me back the badge. If I hadn't told you, you wouldn't have mentioned it."

Fanquan took off the translation badge from the No. 1 gigolo's chest and walked out of the pub with an umbrella. The No. 1 gigolo's cursing voice changed to Japanese. Ke Mingye couldn't help but spit out the drink he was drinking, said "Sayunara" to him, and followed Qingmeng to catch up with Fanquan. The three figures gradually walked away in the rain.

"Manager, do you think we can really survive?" Orange Peel suddenly asked as he watched the three figures disappear in the rain.

“Do what you can, and leave it to fate.”

The number one gigolo took out the cigarette from his mouth and patted Orange Peel's shoulder.

"It's time to go drink with the boss lady of Lingyue Club, otherwise she will get angry. The last time you stood her up when we went on a mission, she almost blew us up."

"There is still a long way to go..."

Orange Peel looked up at Tokyo in the rain and whispered to himself.

At the same time, in the Beijing area of ​​China, in the residence of Bai Ke’s family, in Bai Zini’s room.

"Brother, what are you daydreaming about?"

Bai Zini waved her hands and muttered unhappily, "It's your turn to play. You're so absent-minded. It's really unlucky for me to be on the same team with you. I'll be the landlord next time!"

"Why are you in such a hurry? If you know how to play cards, you should think carefully and take every step carefully." Ke Mingye glanced at his hand, "Two of a kind."

As he said this, he picked out two twos of hearts and threw them on the floor of the room, mixing with the other playing cards.

Bai Ziling threw out four fives of spades and said expressionlessly, "Bomb."

"Pass."

"Pass."

Bai Ziling glanced at the three remaining cards in his hand and took two Jokers without thinking.

"Ace bomb." She raised her eyes from under her snow-white hair and said lightly.

Ke Mingye said expressionlessly: "Pass."

Bai Zini looked ashen: "Pass."

Bai Ziling took the last card in his hand, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and stretched out his palm to the two people: "Three. I win, money."

Ke Mingye opened WeChat and transferred a 10-yuan red envelope to Bai Ziling;
Bai Zini also opened WeChat with an unhappy look on her face, and angrily transferred a red envelope of 10 yuan to Bai Ziling.

Then she pounced on Ke Mingye, grabbed his shoulders and shook him, gritting her teeth and said, "Every time there are actors on the peasant side, how do you play it? Brother, just tell me if you are playing me. How do you play a pig head who blows up teammates!"

"I just don't know how to play. I'll learn it if I teach you more."

"We've played so many games since we were little, and you still say you can't do it. You're a fool, how could you bear to cheat your sister!"

Bai Ziling took a sip of hot water and replied calmly, "Pig head."

Ke Mingye rolled his eyes and said, "Forget it, I won't play anymore. You have so many complaints. Let's ask Big Brother to play with you."

"Go away. We have never won a single game against Big Brother."

"Then the second brother."

"So is the second brother!"

"Then Yongzhu."

Bai Zini's eyes lit up when she heard that, and she clapped her hands, "That's fine, Ziling, go get that elementary school kid here to get beaten up, let him be the host, and we can fight two against one."

"My brother is sleeping."

"Then wake him up!"

Ke Mingye ignored the two of them, stood up, patted his butt, walked out of Baizini's room, and then came to the living room.

I saw my father sitting on a chair in the living room reading a newspaper, Bai Qiuwu was sitting on the sofa watching the news, my eldest brother said he had a date and went out, and my second brother was in the kitchen helping my mother with housework.

"What's wrong with your feet?"

Ke Youqing glanced at Ke Mingye's delicate walking posture and asked.

"I fell while running, it's nothing serious."

Ke Mingye walked to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of Coke from the freezer.

"Be careful next time." As he said that, Ke Youqing turned his eyes away from him and looked at the vigilante dressed like a red and blue owl in the newspaper.

Just at this moment, a breaking news suddenly appeared on TV.

"The dice monster has reappeared right above the Beijing Ring Tower, beating drums and gongs to announce tonight's terrorist attack to the public..."

"It has been nearly a month since the Dice Monster first appeared in Huanjing, but the Huanjing Superhero Association has yet to arrest him and has let him go unpunished."

"This incident has caused great dissatisfaction and concern among the public, and the Super Hero Association has not responded in any media to this day."

Bai Qiuwu stared at the TV screen and saw the dice monster sitting on the Beijing Ring Tower and beating drums and gongs. He hesitated for a moment, got up from the sofa, and slowly went up to the second floor.

After returning to her room, she locked the door, leaned against the door, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then opened the window. After making sure that no one was staring at her, she summoned the Somersault Cloud from in front of the windowsill.

Then, he stepped onto the dark clouds and galloped lightly upwards until his figure disappeared into the deep night.

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(End of this chapter)