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Chapter 577 The Ugly Woman

The steel thorn in the right hand was getting closer and closer to the target, and it was about to stab into the ugly woman's body, but at this moment, Yizhihua noticed that the corner of the opponent's mouth was slightly raised, and there was a hint of sarcasm on his face.

Oops, fooled.

Having been in the Cao Gang for so many years, she has fought hard with others not once or twice. Relying on the cover of her female identity and sneak attacks, she has killed many difficult enemies, which is considered to be rich in experience.

This is obviously a trap. The opponent may not be able to use it in the corner, so he deliberately distracted himself to get closer, but Yizhihua understands that it is too late to regret it now, so he can only bite the bullet and continue to charge.

Everyone is a person with two shoulders and one head, and it is not certain who wins and who loses. She made a determined effort to hold the steel thorns tighter, her eyes widened and her arms straightened, and she stabbed forward with all her strength.

This time,
Either you die or I live.

At this critical moment, the ugly woman didn't panic in the slightest, she turned her body to the right, narrowly avoiding the steel thorn, quickly stretched out her right hand, and firmly clasped the opponent's wrist.

In the final analysis, fighting is a competition of strength, speed, and flexibility. The most important thing among them is strength. Without strength, everything is a castle in the air.

Being held tightly by the wrist by a hand like an iron hoop, Yizhihua only felt a sharp pain, and exhausted all her strength to keep the steel thorn from falling off, but it didn't make any sense.

After the ugly woman controlled her, she raised the elbow of her left arm and swung it upwards, hitting the forearm of the prisoner's head, and the crisp cracking sound resounded in the cell again.

"Ah~~"

A branch of flower let out a shrill scream, and the steel thorns fell to the ground with a bang, and the right hand was dangling on the arm at 90 degrees.

Not to mention the female prisoners, many of the self-proclaimed brutal male prisoners closed their eyes.

But it wasn't over yet, and then the ugly woman kicked sideways with her left foot to the bottom of the opponent's right leg, and while retracting her leg, she hooked back, and the body of the flower, which was in a daze of pain, fell to the right rear.

The three guards on the side were stunned, they didn't even see what happened, the situation has changed so much, what a crime, how did those scumbags catch this evil star.

My family knew their own affairs, and with the fighting skills shown by the other party, ordinary patrols would be sent to death. Should they turn their heads and leave and pretend that they didn't see anything? The guard couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

"Snapped!"

At the same time, the ugly woman flew up her left foot again, and made a close contact with the back of the head of a flower that fell on the ground. This set of movements looks ordinary, but it is extremely lethal.

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There are many experts in fighting in the surrounding cells. Seeing this, I sucked my teeth and felt that it would be useless to replace myself. It was too cruel. Sister Agui's men hit the iron plate, no, it was a steel plate.

Everyone on the road knows that when you hit someone, you don't start with the head. The head is too fragile, and it can cause death if you are not careful. Just by listening to the sound, you know that the female prison leader probably won't survive.

After taking care of the guy who got in the way, the ugly woman took a few breaths, lowered her head, picked up the steel thorn and pointed at the guards. The three of them were also well-behaved. They threw the batons and knelt on the ground and raised their hands.

This is to escape?
The prisoners blinked. The other party deliberately found fault to attract attention. The question is how much crime have you committed, aunt, and why did you risk your life to do this.

This is slapping the face of those people in the board of directors. The concession will definitely pursue them relentlessly. In addition, if the Cao Gang dies, they will also join in the hunt. In this case, escaping will be dead.

With such ability, how comfortable it is to be a cell boss in prison, why bother with your own life, alas, Shanghai has finally produced a female hero, it is a pity to die just like this.

The ugly woman adjusted her breathing for a while, looked at the guard with a smile on her face, chose a thin one, put on the other's uniform, tied up the three of them, gagged them, and left the cell.

She pressed the hat on her head, closed the iron door of the cell, and walked slowly towards the duty room with her head down. There were people in the cells on both sides with flickering eyes, and if they reported the prison escape, their sentence could be reduced.

"report"

Finally, there was one who came in because of stealing things and couldn't help but want to take risks, but he was knocked out by the cell boss before he finished speaking.

The prisoner who knocked this man out raised his head and said viciously: "Cao Gang 36 swears to keep the secrets of the gang, not to be a traitor, and not to induce the government to arrest my brothers. I will remember everything."

"yes, Sir."

"Kill that bastard."

Regardless of whether it was sincere or not, the prisoners all agreed in a low voice, and no one dared to report to the guards anymore. Every place has its own rules of survival, and prisons are no exception.

The ugly woman kept on stepping and ignored this matter. This was in her plan, and it was related to the rules and dignity of the world. As the ruler, the cell boss would not tolerate informers, at least on the surface.

"Old Liu, what's the matter?"

The guard in the duty room in the distance might have heard something, stuck out his head from the room and cursed with a smile: "Why did it take so long to discipline a group of girls, you old guy can't do it."

Without saying a word, the sharp steel thorn hit his throat, and his smile suddenly turned into a sad face. The hero didn't suffer the immediate loss, and the man stood there obediently, motionless.

"Go in."

The ugly woman ordered in a cold voice, adding a little strength to her hand, and successfully forced the other guard back into the duty room. After entering the room, she knocked out another guard who was writing with her palm, and the action went very smoothly.

She tied up the two of them tightly in the same way, checked the room carefully, cut off the phone line after confirming that there was no alarm, took a document and a flashlight, turned around and went out to lock the door.

The prisoners stood by the window and watched each other leave the prison area along the corridor, and then headed towards the office area of ​​the chief patrol room, which aroused everyone's curiosity about what this woman was going to do.

It was already late at night.

The white gentlemen in the police station get off work at certain times, and the Chinese police and the Indian police are on duty at night. When there is no urgent case, they will of course find a comfortable place to sleep.

Today, as usual, the on-duty personnel dozed off one by one, and only a few hard-working newcomers sat in the cubicle, struggling to open their eyes and struggle with the typewriter in front of them.

"Dada, jingle, jingle"

A police officer who had just joined the job finished typing a line of type, and the bell sounded to wake him up from his semi-drowsiness. He stretched out his hand and pulled the line feed lever back to its original position, and then looked out of the glass partition suspiciously.

There seemed to be some strange noise just now. It must have been some blind thief who entered the wrong door. After hesitating for a while, this person stepped on his feet and looked at the long aisle, but there was nothing there.

The policeman scratched his head with nothing, and smiled self-deprecatingly, he really thought too much, who would dare to steal things in the police room, let alone the chief police room, sat down and continued to type mechanically.

The desk lamp next to the typewriter emits a faint white light, which shines on the wall through the glass. Under the hazy light is a black shadow, sitting on the ground tightly against the partition, holding a steel spike in its hand.

It was almost exposed.

There are not many people on duty at night, and they should all know each other. It would be better if they were farther away. Communicating face to face at such a close distance, relying on a uniform can't fool people, and that would be troublesome.

The ugly woman let out a breath, bent over and walked slowly on the floor until she walked into a dark corridor, then straightened up and walked quickly towards the target of the operation.

She vigilantly observed the surrounding situation, holding the documents she took from the prison duty room in her arms to cover the steel thorns in her hands, which was the only weapon available at critical times.

detective unit.

security unit.

internal affairs unit.

The ugly woman recalled the internal layout of the chief patrol room. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the door numbers of the offices, turned left and right, and stopped in front of an iron door with two complicated copper locks hanging on it.

This is a common means of prevention and confidentiality. People from different departments need to be present at the same time to open the door. The advantage is that it can effectively avoid malpractice. The disadvantage is that it is complicated and troublesome to enter and exit.

In any institution in any country, the places that need such protection must be key departments, such as the financial office and archives room, so what is the most important thing for the police.

Evidence, to be precise, is the physical evidence room.

Behind this big iron gate, there are evidences of both cracked and unsolved cases by the patrol house, including many big and sensational cases. According to the requirements, there should be guards around the clock.

But the rules are dead, and people are alive. Thinking about being with thousands of murder weapons makes you feel panicky. In addition, there have been no accidents in so many years, so it is normal for this place to be left unattended.

The ugly woman put on gloves, quickly unbuttoned the left sleeve, gritted her teeth and pulled out a metal wire from her arm, took the clothes to wipe off the remaining blood, and put it into the keyhole.

In 1 minute and 50 seconds, the first lock was opened.

At 3 minutes and 30 seconds, the second lock was opened.

She put the brass lock in her pocket, and didn't rush in. Instead, she touched the corner of the iron door first to prevent the automatic triggering of the alarm device, and then opened the door a small crack and got in.

Immediately, the beam of the flashlight lit up in the dark room, across the rows of huge wooden shelves, and a piece of white paper was pasted on the side of each shelf with the specific year, month, and day written on it.

The ugly woman didn't waste any time. According to the label, she found the wooden frame in the 23rd year of the Republic of China and December. There were large and small kraft paper bags on it, and the name of the case was marked on the outside of the paper bag.

She skipped over the larger physical evidence, bit the flashlight between her teeth, and searched for something with her hands left and right. After a few minutes, a small paper bag appeared at the bottom of the shelf.

Finally found.

(End of this chapter)