The Wizard: London From My Backyard

Chapter 167 Prison King and Prison Villain Plan

Ricardo narrowed his eyes at this moment.

He thought of the prison, and heard the word prison knight again, and his heart suddenly became active.

His Flower of Evil needs villains.

And where do the villains gather the most?
--prison.

Moreover, federal prisons are outsourced to capital and are private businesses with an annual output value of half a billion dollars.

Over the years, the outsourcing of prisons has led to an extremely large number of prisons in North America, but even so, there are still insufficient prisons for more than [-] prisoners...

Although prisons are easy to find villains...

But there are only villains of ordinary people, even if they have the bonus of evil from other worlds, they don't actually provide much progress in the flower of evil.

Especially if a large number of people died in the mortal world, the Wizarding Association of the modern world's mysterious world would not ignore it.

Therefore, it is best to accurately find out the real villains with knight combat power in the prison.

'Prison King...'

Ricardo felt that this name sounded very good.

Hearing that the other party seems to plan to establish a prison knight group in North America, this is more in line with Ricardo's needs.

"Yes, it's him."

Di Ge nodded, "Such a character, he is still young, and is more worthy of investment than a person like Old Richard's disciple."

"By the way, have you seen that kid has a weapon similar to the long sword in my hand?"

Digo watched Ricardo gradually walk into the car arranged by Jolsen.

He suddenly asked Jolsen.

Ricardo has been sensitively watching the changes of the Flower of Evil.

At this time, he felt that Digo was greedy for him, and the progress value of the Flower of Evil was obviously just a jump.

"I haven't seen it."

"But Ricardo, according to the information I got, old Richard did give him all the good things, and he still has some strength. It is said that Eagle's son, Fox, gets along well with him."

What Jolsen meant was that Digo should not underestimate Ricardo, no matter in terms of strength or background.

But when Digo heard Jorsen mentioning Old Richard's legacy, after Jorsen confirmed it, his eyes changed slightly.

Ricardo once again paid attention to the jump in the progress of the Flower of Evil.

He has sat in the back seat of the black car.

At this moment, he looked at Diego in the distance, and smiled coldly:
Sure enough, there is a way to kill.

...

All those involved in the night's operation got into the car.

The convoy started heading toward Watertown.

Cambridge, where Harvard University is located, is on the west side of Poshton, and Watertown is on the west side of Cambridge.

The 'Prison King' mentioned by Digo intends to get on the train near the town of Cambridge.

The convoy took a detour as it passed through the town of Cambridge.

Ricardo saw from the vehicle behind that there was a strong bald man on the side of the road, walking up to the vehicle where Digo and Jorsen were.

The other party should be the 'Prison King'.

...

About two hours into the night.

The convoy reached a corner on the west side of Watertown.

There is a hotel called '180 Hotel' and there is a pizzeria not far away.

The convoy stopped behind the hotel.

"The underground club, located underground between the pizzeria and the hotel, can be entered from the pizzeria and the first floor of the hotel."

In Ricardo's car, the driver and Ricardo introduced.

"Are you watching the battle in the car, or are you going to rest in the hotel, there are guns and bullets in the trunk, you can take them with you if you want."

said the driver.

Ricardo saw a lot of people getting off the car in front of him and entered the hotel, so he also decided to get off the car.

The hotel didn't have much business, so Jorsen took over the second floor of the hotel.

When Ricardo walked to the second floor.

Digo walked over with a strong bald head that should be 'Prison King'. Jorsen saw this scene and was afraid of something, so he also walked over from a distance.

"Ricardo, I'm Diego, old Richard's friend."

Digo seems to have inquired a lot of information along the way. He shook hands with Ricardo, but the angle and gesture of the handshake clearly intended to put Ricardo in a lower position.

Ricardo didn't respond, he looked at Jolsen.

"Haha, you have the same personality as old Richard. Have you brought a weapon? I heard that you bought a Barrett from Jorsen and some sample bullets? Let me remind you that in the federal mainland Do not use those sample bullets in the territory. Those arms dealers can develop depleted uranium bullets with the permission of the Pentagon or the Intelligence Agency. If you are found wandering outside, you will get Jorsen into trouble."

Diego looked at Ricardo's waist.

Ricardo understood that he really wanted to see if he was carrying the long sword that was old Richard's relic.

He ignored Diego, but looked at Diego's Prison King.

There was an imperceptible light in his eyes, and he used the incomplete seal of Yaxi.

Although the seal is incomplete, it has the power to influence the minds of others to some extent.

"Your name?" asked Ricardo.

The Prison King lost his focus for a moment, and murmured his real name.

"Very well, Prison King, we can talk after tonight. I am very interested in you."

Ricardo smiled at the other party.

He smiled as if Diego wasn't around.

Digger immediately looked displeased.

But Jolsen stepped in and interrupted the conversation.

"Hanar is waiting in the underground club, Diego, you and I go down, we have to talk to him anyway."

Diego suppressed some anger, then turned his head.

He and Jolsen walked to a basement door on the first floor of the hotel. Both the hotel and the pizzeria had basement doors that led to the underground club.

He walked halfway and looked back at Ricardo.

He saw a frost blue long sword in Ricardo's hand.

It was exactly the same as the saber in his hand.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

He looked at Ricardo's icy smile and didn't think there was any problem. Instead, his heart froze, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

Less than 10 minutes.

pat!

There was the sound of tables and chairs falling from the ground, followed by the sound of glass objects breaking.

Then there was an exclamation from the ground, followed by a series of crackling and fighting sounds.

There were even muffled gunshots.

Ricardo saw several of Jorsen's men dressed in black retreat from the first floor of the hotel.

One of them signaled to Ricardo, to the effect that there was a conflict underground, and he hoped that all the masters upstairs would go down.

Ricardo went underground.

He saw that the underground club room was huge.

There are boxing rings, many pool tables, and bars and so on.

At this time, many tables had been overturned, and the place was in a mess.

Two groups of people are surrounding the boxing ring in the middle, facing each other.

The two groups of people are basically dressed in black, with all kinds of skin colors. The people on Jorsen's side are more traditional and older, while the people on Hanal's side are from Hell's Angels. A group of people looks like Canadians. Most of them have dyed hair.

"Jolson."

Ricardo saw a blond Caucasian young man walking out from the side.

In his left hand he wears a gloved blade, and in his right he holds a strange pale mask.

Some black mist wrapped around the upper body.

The whole person's face was extremely pale, just like the legendary dead face.

He walked up to Joelsen alone.

"You didn't expect that I would come to your site alone to find you?"

"Because, from today onwards, your territory will be mine, Jorsen."

Hanal's smile looked a little weird.

He put on the pale mask.

Ricardo watched the whole process and understood why he said that the other party had something to do with the Ripper Gang.

The other party's outfit and energy breath are obviously similar to Jack William's, but it seems to be an upgraded version of the other party.

"Your father Hanal and I are just a normal competitive relationship in Africa. Everything is not as bad as you think. We can have a good talk. I am old and the future belongs to you young people."

Jorsen's eyes were stern, but the content of his speech still tried to redeem it.

"Don't be hypocritical, don't you have to pay these high-level knights and wizards? Withdraw today, you paid today's price, will you come to revenge me? Do you really think I am your junior? Look at me like Fool?"

Hanal put on the pale mask, and as the minutes passed, his temperament became more and more crazy and strange.

After speaking, he seemed to shake his head.

It seems that the whole person seems to be on drugs, and the whole world is shaking.

"Hanar, you don't think you can do whatever you want with a cursed weapon, do you? Mystics can really be presumptuous, so why isn't the world outside today full of supernatural manifestations?"

Jolson snorted coldly.

"You still know about cursed weapons? Then you still don't understand that how many people you brought today can't save your life?"

Hanal became more and more frenzied. The blade claw of his left hand started to dance. Hearing Joelsen's speech, he seemed to reach out the blade claw of his left hand to touch Joelsen's chin.

"Prison King."

Digo said in a deep voice at this time.

The bald white Prison King standing behind him has already raised his fists, and he is wearing gloves with iron plates attached.

At this time, Hanal's blade claws stretched out, and the Prison King stretched out a pair of iron fists, trying to hold the blade claws.

"The Prison King is a legend in the prison world in North America. How many prison knights regard him as an idol. Hanal, you will go to prison in the future, and now you have paid homage to the pier in advance."

Diego said confidently.

"Haha."

Hanal looked up to the sky, and the pale mask on his face seemed distorted.

Then his hand flipped over.

boom!
Prison King's hands were directly shaken out.

Then the Prison King Ke Ru instinctively wanted to fight back with his fists.

But Hanal's blade claw was just a slight tease.

The Prison King's fists haven't been released yet.

It was directly blown into the air.

"I thought it was an opponent. Jorsen, are these two people you prepared today?"

Hanal sneered wildly.

He stepped forward with both legs, and the blade claw in his hand was about to continue to stretch forward, piercing the prison king's body flying in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)