I killed the film and television world

Chapter 449: The Quiet Place Invasion Day, the Day After Tomorrow
In a dark, moldy, closed cell.

Song Ren leaned against the corner of the wall, and the countdown displayed in the upper right corner of his vision was twenty-four hours.

That is about a day from now.

The alien angels of death will fall into cities around the world in large numbers along with the wreckage of their exploded home planet.

According to official information released by the Angel of Death, this alien creature has a slender body and is only slightly larger than an adult.

However, the overall weight is outrageous.

This is most likely due to the special skin that covers the entire body, which is similar to black armor.

The skin color of the Angel of Death is dark, and the hardness of the armor on its surface is extremely exaggerated.

Able to survive the explosion of the mother planet and the fall of meteorites unharmed.

Just this point alone, Song Ren knew that he absolutely could not do it.

It is no exaggeration to say that according to this official setting, even a nuclear bomb cannot kill the Angel of Death in defensive state.

In appearance, the Angel of Death looks somewhat similar to Venom without eyes, with large fangs exposed for a long time.

When running, its posture is similar to a combination of a gorilla and a bat.

The Angel of Death's jumping ability, speed, and destructive power are all extremely exaggerated.

The two front limbs are much longer than the hind limbs and have three bony big toes.

The fingertips are extremely sharp, with serrated spikes on the inside that can easily cut through steel plates.

The hind legs are like a folding knife, and the center of gravity of the body is relatively forward.

In defensive mode, the Angel of Death is a nearly invincible alien creature.

However, under that terrifying defense that was beyond the cognitive level, what it brought to them was a complete loss of vision and some extremely obvious weaknesses.

In this series of movies, the angel of death can sweep the entire world in a short period of time, causing a doomsday-level super disaster, which is actually quite unreasonable.

Because their weaknesses are too obvious, and even in terms of numbers, they are far less exaggerated than humans.

The Angel of Death is incapable of flight, cannot survive underwater, and is incredibly sensitive to sound.

At the same time, their intelligence level remains at a relatively barbaric level.

These weaknesses are too obvious, even without perfect countermeasures such as overclocking sound waves.

With the cunningness of humans alone, they can quickly take control of the situation and launch a turnaround action bit by bit.

After all, apart from the unimaginable armor on the outside, the Angel of Death is outstanding in other aspects, but not beyond the scope of understanding.

Song Ren leaned against the wall, thinking about things related to the Angel of Death.

As for the supernatural disasters in another movie "The Day After Tomorrow", judging from the current situation, those events should arrive even later than the Angel of Death.

Otherwise, if a natural disaster of the scale of the day after tomorrow had already occurred, the prison would have been in chaos by now, and there would be no way to maintain order in the prison...

"Hey, Banana Man!"

Suddenly, a voice in English with a joking tone interrupted Song Ren's thoughts.

He looked up and caught a glimpse of a black man in a thin light gray prison uniform walking towards him.

One of the two white men traveling with him was leaning against the wall, looking himself up and down.

The other white man had his back to Song Ren and was facing the iron cage of the cell. He was dancing swayingly and humming a British rock song.

The completely exposed skin from his cuffs and collar was already covered with dense black tattoos.

Traces of pirates and skulls can be vaguely seen.

The black man who had just spoken was now walking unsteadily in front of Song Ren with a heartless step.

Song Ren just raised his eyelids: "Were you talking to me just now?"

The black man smiled with his mouth wide open, revealing his big white teeth.

He blew a provocative whistle and said teasingly: "Hey, man, don't doubt it, there is no one else here. Come on, stick out your sexy ass--"

There was no way I could finish what was to come.

Boom!
A dull sound of flesh hitting flesh suddenly rang out.

The black man didn't even see what Song Ren did.

He only felt a sudden and intense burning pain in his shin.

As if someone had broken one of his bones by kicking him, he subconsciously knelt down on one knee.

The expression on that dark face just showed more emotional changes, but the moment he raised his head, he caught a glimpse of a big hand pressing on his head.

Then, tremendous pressure was suddenly imposed on him.

Boom!
The immortal touched my head and opened my sky with one palm.

The black man lost his balance and his knees cracked the wet concrete floor.

His head was also pressed extremely deeply, his chin was pressed tightly against his chest, the vertebrae behind his neck were completely bent, and even his breathing was strangled.

Song Ren's dark eyes glanced down quietly.

By the time he withdrew his hands, the black man had already fallen completely onto the wet floor of the cell, motionless.

This sudden change happened a little too suddenly, catching everyone present off guard.

Especially the other two white people who were calm and composed were visibly stunned for a moment.

The white guy with his back against the wall was the first to react. After a brief moment of surprise, his face suddenly turned ugly and he muttered "Fuck you" while cursing.

Then, he quickly rushed towards Song Ren.

The white guy rushed forward in small steps, slightly bent his legs, lowered his shoulders and arched his back, protecting his face with his arms.

His close-range movements have a strong flavor of free fighting.

With his muscular body, he looked like a black bear when he swooped down. However, he showed no fear and shouted:
"Chinaman!"

Song Ren turned his head and suddenly moved half a step away.

While dodging the incoming punch, use a palm to knock down the opponent's raised knee kick.

He then slapped away the other one at lightning speed.

Just as a hint of surprise flashed in the white guy's eyes, Song Ren's slap had already touched his cheek.

Then he pressed his head and slammed it violently against the concrete wall of the cell.

Boom! ! !
The extreme collision of flesh once again produced a peculiar dull sound.

On the wall, the bright red blood had blossomed into a bright flower in an instant.

On the damp wall, gorgeous blood-red petals were painted!
At the same time, the last white man no longer had the composure he had previously had.

The British rock music I was humming had gotten stuck in my throat without me noticing.

He couldn't believe it. He just turned around and saw his two brothers falling in a pool of blood.

Therefore, when looking at Song Ren again, the other party's thin body hidden under the prison uniform seemed to be emitting a chill.

The moment Song Ren took a step, the white man suddenly pulled out a sharpened wooden spike with rags wrapped around the handle from under his prison uniform.

The white man cursed angrily and was about to rush forward, but he saw Song Ren's swooping figure already in front of him.

In one night, it’s so close!

The white man's eyes were filled with astonishment, but soon they were filled with more madness. The sharpened wooden thorn pierced straight into the other's heart.

But the shadow that appeared before his eyes suddenly disappeared the next moment.

Song Ren raised his hips, turned his waist, twisted his body, and kicked violently, hitting the white man's waist and abdomen.

The muscular body covered with tattoos was almost broken in half in an instant.

The embedded lumbar vertebrae completely broke apart with a loud bang!
The body flew backwards like a cannonball, knocking over the iron cage of the cell behind it.

It then rolled to the ground and crashed into the prison cell opposite.

The folded body was completely embedded in the curved iron frame, shocking the prisoners in the opposite cell so much that their eyes widened and they trembled all over.

By the time Song Ren walked out of the cell, the three prisoners in the same cell had already been completely killed.

When the prisoners in several nearby cells heard the noise, they all leaned on the side of the cage and stared at Song Ren's back.

This is a prison escape!

Crazy thoughts instantly flooded into the minds of many prisoners.

Stimulated by this, all kinds of shouting could be heard in the cells for a while.

The prison guards arrived promptly.

However, only four prison guards arrived initially.

Although they were equipped with guns on their waists, when they saw Song Ren walking out unarmed, the first two prison guards drew their batons first, and the next two prison guards pointed their guns at Song Ren at the same time:

"Raise your hands, squat down slowly, and put your hands on your head!"

"Raise your hands, squat down slowly, and put your hands on your head!"

Song Ren did not respond to them, but instead looked at the cameras in several corners of the prison.

Until the prison guard approached with a gun while giving a stern admonition.

Song Ren then slowly squatted down.

It's just that, with the help of Taoist magic, the twin ghosts attached to the arms only release some special aura of ghosts.

The lights in the cell block suddenly began to flicker inexplicably.

At the same time, several surveillance cameras exploded with a loud bang.

The four prison guards subconsciously raised their heads, but suddenly, they heard a shaking sound of the floor cracking.

When they came to their senses, a shadow had already appeared in front of their eyes.

The four prison guards who were standing in pairs were all knocked to the ground in the blink of an eye.

The leading prison guard's intercom could still be heard voices coming from the police officer in the monitoring room, who was anxiously asking questions.

Song Ren picked up the intercom and released Xiao Li, who was more skilled in ghost possession, and had her possess the leading prison guard and temporarily deal with him over the intercom.

There are now nearly twenty-four hours until the Angel of Death arrives.

Although he was confident that he could destroy the entire prison, doing so would inevitably attract more elite anti-terrorist forces and more intense firepower.

One person against an entire country.

If the time is shorter, it won't matter. The Eagle Sauce can't launch ballistic missiles into the prison right from the start.

But if it's 24 hours, then everything is really hard to say.

Song Ren didn't want to steal the limelight from those angels of death.

He needed to postpone things as long as possible, as there were other aspects that needed to be dealt with.

After other things are settled, it would be okay to call out some national power at the last minute. It would also be a good opportunity to take advantage of the coming of the Angel of Death and enrich my storage space at the same time.

After all, the high-end weapons on the Eagle Sauce side are of very good quality.

Song Ren asked Xiaoli to be the prison guard, and took Wangcai with him to deal with the warden of St. Stanford Prison.

He himself sneaked back into the prison area.

……

St. Stanford Prison is divided into four major prison areas: east, west, south and north.

In addition to operating sewing machines, the prisoners' daily work also includes some other trivial tasks.

Half an hour of entertainment time is also arranged every day.

Taking into account meal times, the overall situation is not too stressful.

However, in places where light cannot reach, some crimes are bound to occur.

Especially since St. Stanford Prison is one of the most notorious prisons, corruption has long been rampant here.

Although there is talk of private prisons in the United States.

But they are a minority after all. Most private prisons detain low-risk criminals or illegal immigrants.

As for the crime of espionage committed by Song Ren this time, it is naturally impossible for a private prison to detain him.

……

When we returned to the northern prison area, it was time for the prisoners to take exercise.

There are high walls and thorny barbed wire around the prison to prevent prisoners from escaping.

The boss of the northern prison area is Garfield, a muscular man as strong as an ox, with explosive tendon meat and dense tattoos all over his body.

Anchor, eagle, heart, rose.

Sun god, skeleton, sea god, cross...

Various tattoo patterns can be found on his chest and back.

In addition, this man had a hot temper, was impulsive and irritable, and was called the Tyrant - Garfield.

His sentence is 380 years...

He is a serious criminal charged with multiple crimes.

This type of prisoner is basically destined to die in prison, and it is difficult for them to get any chance of parole.

When Song Ren returned to the playground of the northern prison area, the prisoners who were taking a break were gathered in groups of three or four, chatting, taking a walk, or playing ball together.

Garfield was sitting in the shade in the corner and had noticed Song Ren coming back alone.

He pulled the younger brother next to him and said, "Hey, what the hell is going on? How come he came back safe and sound? Where are Baylis and the other three?"

The younger brother hurriedly explained: "Boss, Belis and the others have been taken out by the prison guards. This was arranged by the people above. I don't know what happened."

Garfield pulled him by the collar and whispered in his ear, "Bring him here."

After saying that, he let go of his hand, and walked to a blind spot where the camera could not reach with his group of fans.

The prison guards who were on patrol nearby were no longer surprised by this scene.

The higher-ups have already made arrangements, so as long as it isn't a large-scale fight, they can just turn a blind eye.

In the prison area, the person who took the initiative to find Song Ren was a Chinese man. He was short and thin. After coming to Song Ren, he first looked at him carefully, and then nodded to Song Ren and said:
"Song Ziqi, right? Come with me."

Song Ren: “…”

(End of this chapter)