Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1074: The Prison Storm Ends...Maybe

Chapter 1074: The Prison Storm Ends...Maybe

"Quick, Snake-Skin attacked someone!"

"Over here, Wenda, are you okay?"

Amidst the chaotic noise of the crowd, Bohemia let out a sigh of relief and relaxed her shoulders. The man in overalls, who had seen the doc.u.ments, was dead. All that remained was to deal with the secretary, and she should be safe.

"Back off! Back off!" A prison guard shouted angrily at Snake-Skin behind the iron railing, "You're in big trouble!"

"What kind of big trouble?" The mountain-like man chuckled with his eyelids half-closed, "Are you going to lock me up in prison?"

He seemed to completely disregard the prison guard. Apart from retracting his arm, he didn't step back at all. The man in overalls happened to be lying at his feet like a crumpled, lifeless blanket. Bohemia was about to s.h.i.+ft her gaze elsewhere when she quickly turned her head. Her eyes fixated on his bulging waistband, just as a guard raised his voice, "Wait a minute, he might not be dead."

Before he could finish, it turned into a scream, "He's got a gun!"

Bohemia had already thrown herself towards a few guards in front of her. The man in overalls had opened his eyes, lying halfway on the ground, gazing up at Snake-Skin in the cell, his face contorted almost beyond recognition. Amidst the sudden heavy gunshots, screams, shouts, footsteps, and the echoing of bullets. .h.i.tting metal railings, everything turned into chaos around Bohemia.

With a terrible scream, a guard standing in front of her was pierced by a rebounding bullet, hitting his shoulder. Immediately after that, Snake-Skin collapsed with a loud thud, his twitching legs showing he had been hit too.

"Drop the gun!" The prison guards quickly backed away from the cell, forming a partial perimeter around Wenda. n.o.body inside the prison had firearms; they all had pale faces. The moon-faced guard addressed Wenda, saying, "You can't have a gun in here; hand it over immediately. You've already hit him; don't cause any more unnecessary casualties."

The man in overalls, who was coughing forcefully, touched his own throat with one hand, shaking the gun in his other hand, and hoa.r.s.ely commanded, "Get out of the way! Where's Winters"

"Are you referring to Miss Winters?"

The man in overalls chuckled coldly, "Indeed, it's her. If it weren't for her bringing me in, I probably wouldn't have been attacked. Where is she? Come out!"

Several prison guards remained loyal to their duty and stepped closer, positioning themselves between Bohemia and the man in overalls. Moon-Face spoke kindly, "n.o.body expected Snake-Skin to suddenly confront you. Just stay calm and give me the gun."

"I'd like to see what you can do." While the prison guards negotiated with Wenda, the Descartes Spirit floated up from Bohemia's feet. "You see, the risks of wrongdoing are too high... It's best to be honest and straightforward to live a peaceful life."

"I don't need you to teach me how to live," Bohemia muttered, then thought for a moment. "This guy's gun... it belonged to Detective Gell, right?"

When Detective Gell was 'ill,' it was Wenda who sent him to the medical department. Later, when she saw Detective Gell's body, she remembered he had been dressed in a patient's gown and the gun was nowhere to be found. The female doctor was arrested without resisting with a gun, so it must have been taken by either Wenda or a nurse.

"What are you planning now?" asked the Descartes Spirit.

"You see, during my tenure, a prisoner was shot dead... Old Shoes already had his suspicions about me, and I couldn't bear him digging deeper," Bohemia explained. In just two days, she had perfected the transformation into a corrupt bureaucrat. "He has a record of abusing female inmates, and the bullets in his possession match the gunshot wound on Hersin... I don't even want to waste time framing him. Once everyone believes that Hersin was killed by Wenda, no one will investigate minor details, especially not minor details related to me."

"What's your plan then?"

Bohemia looked over the crowd, peeking outside. The man in overalls was half-surrounded in front of the cell, with iron railings behind him. He was essentially cornered. After giving it some thought, she loudly ordered, "Everyone, make way for him and let him go."

Several prison guards turned their heads in astonishment.

"He has a gun. It's too dangerous," Bohemia maintained a serious expression and continued, "For now, don't provoke him; it's highly likely he's the one who killed Hersin."

Before she could finish her sentence, Wenda abruptly raised the handgun. In his haste, he didn't provide any explanation but fired several shots in the direction of Bohemia. This immediately threw the crowd into chaos, causing a commotion, people falling and tumbling. Bohemia herself couldn't even see clearly who she had b.u.mped into as she fell to the ground, along with some prison guards.

The prisoners in other cells along the corridor were in an uproar as well. As Wenda fled, numerous arms stretched out from behind the iron railings, reaching out to grab him. Their common goal was to get the gun he held. Wenda stumbled a few steps, finally tripping and falling to the ground. The handgun slid far away from him along the corridor floor.

"Get him!" Someone yelled, but it was unclear who. Several prison guards reacted swiftly, not waiting for Wenda to recover and reach the gun. They swarmed over him, subduing Wenda on the ground.

Bohemia quickly walked up, used the corner of her clothing to cover the gun, and collected it as evidence right in front of everyone's eyes.

As the primary antagonist in this game, she used the excuse of locking away the evidence for investigation and returned alone to the office building. Before the other staff members arrived for work, she opened the meeting room door and easily delivered the final bullet into the body of the Sandwich Secretary. Not only did she not forget to remove the plastic ties that bound his wrists, but she also ma.s.saged his wrists to reduce the marks.

After locking the meeting room door, she finally heaved a sigh of relief; this morning had been too long.

"Let me think. What else needs to be dealt with..." She spoke softly to the Descartes Spirit as she headed upstairs. "Well, I got the files back, the secretary who knew my secret is dead; I can simply s.h.i.+ft the blame to Wenda. Whether or not they believe it in the end, all I care about is that I stay safe until this afternoon. Then there's Old Shoes; they didn't find any evidence last night and can't do anything to me today..."

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Surprisingly, the puzzle of the circle formed by four lines was not among the issues she needed to address. Since she had pa.s.sed the mini-game, she could use this riddle as a topic to give to Lin Sanjiu. After sitting in a chair for a while, she found herself with nothing to do.

To prevent any unforeseen complications, Bohemia locked herself inside the Warden's office, quietly waiting for the end of the workday. When the clock's hands finally struck half-past five in the afternoon, she even held her breath for a moment—The prison drama had finally come to an end!

"Uh?" After waiting in silence for a while, Descartes was the first to react. "What's going on? Where's the Pocket Dimension host?"

Bohemia suddenly stood up. She pulled open the blinds and looked outside, her face turning slightly pale. "There's still activity outside; this game isn't over!"