I, Unlimited Stream, European Emperor

The bald magician gave a cold click, then turned around, nodded towards the monitor-like sphere on the right, and then walked towards the depths of the prison.

"Come on, if you go to the wrong position, you will die."

ps: After the branch line is done, and then the main line is finished, it is almost over.

ps2: The vehicle stand-in brother will definitely have his uses, even a roll of toilet paper will have his uses, right? !

Chapter 078: This is the real assassination!

Mr. Bronson still maintains his aristocratic decorum

In the prison, wearing a gray and white prison uniform, but still straightened his spine, and slowly drank the vegetable soup that he would never glance at on weekdays with aristocratic elegance.

The rotten vegetables, together with the half-baked diced carrots, are sour and astringent mixed with a little sweetness, which is introduced into the taste buds.

This is food that was absolutely impossible to swallow before.

But now, it is an important recipe for him to maintain his life.

He put down the spoon, prayed softly as if thanking the gods, and then handed the plate to the exit.

A square opening was opened from the outside at the exit, and immediately a pair of hands came in, ready to take the plate away, when Bronson suddenly asked, "How's the situation?"

"Hajieer and Jilf have escaped from the pursuit. According to the original plan, the attack will be launched around [-] o'clock tonight."

"How many people have been called?"

"Seventeen people, the others found other reasons to shirk."

"They are really my good subordinates."

Bronson showed a cold smile, asked the other party to take the dinner plate out, then closed the only gap, and was alone in this closed steel cage.

There is no sunlight, and the air is infiltrated by magic, so there is no possibility of breaking out of the prison from the inside.

In this place, the possibility of escaping from prison is extremely small. As early as three years ago, Bronson began to prepare for the fall.

He knew that if one day he was arrested by the Magic Association, according to past routines, he would be imprisoned in this prison to await execution.

Therefore, as early as that period, he began to arrange personnel to enter this prison.

As the so-called three caves of the cunning rabbit, a person who has been committing crimes against the wind has to think about how to escape the day he is really arrested.

Today, three years later, his arrangement has brought him some possibilities.

He sat alone in the prison, closed his eyes, and began to look forward to the arrival of night, but before the arrival of night, two strange people suddenly appeared in the room.

"…Who?"

His gaze turned to the two, and after matching their appearances quickly, he suddenly laughed, "This is really rare, Mr. Holmes from the warden and Sir Rothman from the Granville family."

"I don't know if the two masters are here, do you have any advice?"

His eyes paused slightly on Holmes for a while. In tonight's escape plan, the opponent he had to face was this man.

Bronson clenched his fists slightly and became nervous unconsciously. They appeared in front of him now, did something happen?

transfer?

Early execution?

Or have you discovered your own plans?

His mind was spinning wildly. Just as Holmes was about to say something, that Lord Roseman suddenly pierced his palm into the opponent's body. Under Holmes' astonished eyes, he pulled out a ball of flames, and immediately Holmes fell to the ground as if he had lost all his strength.

Bronson's pupils contracted slightly, his body subconsciously took two steps back, and shouted, "Who are you?"

"who am I?"

The person who came smiled, integrated the flames into his body, and said in a weird voice, "I am the prison director, Mr. President."

The flames dissipated, but the horror in Bronson's eyes became more and more unconcealable. Even though he knew that the person in front of him was not the warden, he found that in his own perception, this person was indeed the prison warden. The concept of length itself is gradually being revised.

"...What the hell is this?"

Human beings often show their fearful side in the unknown, even magicians...

No exception.

He bit his tongue, trying to suppress the knowledge that he was being tampered with, and then roared word by word, "You actually completely replaced Holmes himself, so the identity of Rothman may not be yours." Block letter."

"Answer me, who are you?"

"At times like this, you can become wiser, Mr. President."

As if thinking of something, the man suddenly replaced another flame, and in Bronson's perception, it gradually became another target.

"It's you!"

The target to refresh his cognition is a doll, a monster suspected of being a taboo doll.

“Golden experience!!”

"Yes."

Su Mo laughed, leaning on the prison door generously, and then said: "Mr. President, I have only one purpose for coming here."

"Kill me?"