Chapter 163

April 20, Wednesday, 08:10 AM.

Chen Ya was already fully dressed, handcuffs and voltage ankle monitor tightly binding him, and he was solemnly escorted onto a bus by the prison guards.

This transfer operation involved only light criminals from the light security bureau, so no overly strict preventive measures were taken.

The entire bus was equipped with reinforced explosion-proof glass, every window sealed seamlessly shut, and a circle of sturdy iron hoop net surrounded the outside, as if clothing the vehicle in a layer of impenetrable armor, ensuring internal safety and isolation from the outside world.

The bus carried only three prison guards armed with shotguns, and two escort officers clad in nano light armor, equipped with 4-million-volt high-voltage electric knives.

Besides Dong Xu, Liu Yi, Gong Ting, and Zhao Zhibao, the bus also carried eight other light criminals.

Chen Ya stepped into the carriage, his gaze sweeping every corner swiftly and meticulously like a searchlight, his line of sight pausing briefly on the four teammates inside the vehicle.

They pretended not to know each other, two positioned at the front of the vehicle door, the other two sitting at the rear.

Clearly, before Chen Ya's arrival, they had already silently completed the division of labor for the mission.

Once the bus slowly drove out of the prison's shadow, freeing itself from the high walls' constraints, the two at the front would swiftly act, cleanly disarming the three prison guards; simultaneously, the two at the rear would also move in tacit understanding, silently neutralizing the two escort officers.

Everything was in place, awaiting only Captain Chen Ya to issue that decisive action order.

He would lightly touch the tip of his nose, this simple action containing deep meaning:

Lightly touching one nostril meant more air in than out, implying leave survivors after beating them disabled; if lightly touching both nostrils, it meant breathing completely blocked, conveying the meaning of beat everyone to death, leave no survivors.

In the silent communication, the teammates needed no words, nor even detailed deployment plans before action; they could rely on their mutual tacit understanding to spontaneously prepare for combat, highlighting an intense subjective initiative.

This high degree of self-awareness and synergistic combat capability is precisely the outstanding professional quality possessed by the 【Destiny】 A-Class Tactical Squad, and is also one of the reasons why 【Destiny】 makes other organizations tremble with fear and makes the Upper City Council deeply wary.

"End battle within 3 seconds, within 7 seconds, be able to kill everyone on the vehicle, including other prisoners, by the 11th second, control the driver's seat and start the bus to drive away, the above specifically refers to the situation where the captain does not need to act."

Chen Ya merely exchanged a brief glance with his teammates, and it was as if he had interpreted the entire operation's script from it.

Afterward, Chen Ya slowly walked to the center of the carriage, slowly sat down, head leaning lightly against the window, eyes slightly closed for two seconds.

At the same time, the four teammates simultaneously received the covert order "remain still, continue lurking."

Their peripheral vision tacitly and obscurely slid across the necks of the prison guards or escort officers; in that instant, the excitement and desire originally flickering in their eyes receded like a tide, replaced by the same cowering expression of nervous fear for the future as the other prisoners in the vehicle.

"This escort transfer, thirteen prisoners total, personnel all present, can depart."

The prison guard inside the vehicle verified the roster, confirmed no error, then patted the seat back behind the driver's seat, issuing the departure signal.

The prison guard in the co-pilot seat immediately picked up the walkie-talkie, reporting to the prison's command "Control Tower" for application.

On the high wall, the alert prison guard carefully moved aside the machine gun's firing port; simultaneously, the prison's heavy electric gate slowly activated in the silence, accompanied by a low mechanical sound, it slowly moved to both sides, revealing the passage leading outside the prison.

Beep!

The alarm lights inside the prison suddenly flickered red and sounded once.

The activating bus vehicle shuddered slightly, as if also startled by this sudden change.

The prison guard in the co-pilot seat quickly took out the walkie-talkie, voice carrying a trace of tension and inquiry: "What situation occurred?"

Faint static noise came from the walkie-talkie, followed by the calm and composed voice from the "Control Tower":

"A prisoner death discovered inside the prison, the death condition is somewhat unusual. However, this has nothing to do with you all, continue executing the mission, depart."

The bus continued driving away, several curious prisoners pressed their heads against the windows, looking back; Dong Xu, Liu Yi, and the other three met eyes without changing expression, then all glanced at Chen Ya's seat, tacitly sharing a knowing smile.

That smile seemed to say:

"Look Captain, last night last night you ultimately couldn't hold back from going to reason with someone, right before departure, No. 4 Prison ultimately still had a lucky bastard who got his soul cleansed by the Captain."

Time rewinds slightly by 5 minutes.

Cell 2126.

On the crude communal bunk, Wang Gou Sheng, sleeping in the corner near the toilet position, was awakened by a wave of urinary urge.

He felt last night's sleep was abnormally deep, to the extent that his neck was somewhat stiff, and the back of his head also faintly ached. He reached out to touch his own head, then sniffed his nose, smelling a faint strange odor.

"Caonima, which turtle grandson didn't flush the toilet after taking a shit last night again."

Wang Gou Sheng's heart was full of resentment, muttering as he climbed down from the bed to go squirt the water gun. Unexpectedly, the toilet was abnormally clean, without that kind of common black or yellow viscous substance adhering to it.

Wang Gou Sheng lightly shook his old bird while puzzledly sniffing the faint stench in the air.

Following the smell, he slowly walked to the bedside, finally stopping at the top of Yuan Dabiao's head.

As a prison bully, Yuan Dabiao's sleeping posture had always been dishonest, habitually striking a "big" character shape, occupying as much space as possible, squeezing the prisoners on both sides so they could not settle.

However, at this moment Yuan Dabiao appeared unusually restrained, his head propped upward, legs closed together, hands quietly folded on his lower abdomen, his entire sleeping posture appearing peaceful and introverted.

His countenance was serene, eyes tightly closed, not a trace of trembling, as if immersed in a sweet dreamland, completely unaware of everything in the outside world.

Wang Gou Sheng lowered his head and observed in detail for a moment, a hard-to-describe strange feeling gradually rising in his heart. He always felt Yuan Dabiao's current sleeping posture revealed an indescribable eeriness, yet he could not concretely describe this feeling.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed with a glint of light, finally discovering the crux of the problem. He noticed that on Yuan Dabiao's throat, there was actually faintly inserted a slender needle tip.

Wang Gou Sheng froze in place in shock, a trace of chill running up his spine, as if countless cold currents seeped out from his pores.

He forced his courage, carefully and softly calling out Yuan Dabiao's name a few times. However, Yuan Dabiao still kept his eyes tightly closed, without any reaction.

The surrounding inmates were awakened by Wang Gou Sheng's voice, climbing up from their beds one after another, quickly all sensing the abnormality, unanimously looking toward the soundly sleeping Yuan Dabiao.

Facing the inmates' probing gazes, Wang Gou Sheng took a deep breath, mustered his courage. His fingers lightly slid over that slender needle tip, then slowly pinched it, carefully pulling upward.

"Schlorp!" A light sound, like a tomato cooked in boiling water, the slippery sound of skin being lightly torn off.

Yuan Dabiao's bald forehead suddenly squeezed out dense wrinkles, as if a crumpled piece of paper suddenly unfolded, those creases retreating backward inch by inch, clearly visible under everyone's watch.

First was that scalp covered in fine wrinkles, closely followed by that skin with thick eyebrows, then two lonely hollows, then adjacent two small holes and a cracked lip skin...... all this happened silently, like a horror drama under slow-motion lens, making one stare with mouth agape, hair standing on end.

It looked just like Yuan Dabiao's face skin betrayed the facial features, abandoned them, lining up to run away from home, sliding off his head, flowing past like liquid, leaving their original positions.

Afterward, this phenomenon spread to his neck, chest, both arms, crotch, buttocks, all the way to both feet......

The skin of his whole body was slowly, unstoppably sliding off from the top of his head, flowing silently along the straight line of the bunk onto the cold ground.

Wang Gou Sheng retreated repeatedly in terror, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief, as if frozen by an immobilization spell, watching helplessly as a complete human skin gradually spread out on the ground.

That skin seemed like a meticulously tailored white one-piece garment, spread neatly and flawlessly on the cold floor, every inch of material smooth and delicate, almost no sewing needle stitches visible.

The entire cell was shrouded in a dead silence, as if even the air had solidified, time stagnated in this moment of horror.

Then they collectively saw Yuan Dabiao on the bed, who habitually slept naked, still maintaining a quiet sleeping posture, only his whole body had turned the color of blood.

Everyone's terror reached its peak, to the extent that their throats seemed to be tightly stuck by something, unable to make a sound.

Wang Gou Sheng finally realized what was wrong with Yuan Dabiao's sleeping posture — too neat, neat like a corpse lying in a coffin.

However, a corpse in a coffin at least still wears clothes, yet Yuan Dabiao had stripped the "clothes" on his body completely naked, clean and spotless!

Just then, Yuan Dabiao, having shed his "clothes," seemed to awaken from a deep dream; the muscles on his blood-and-flesh-blurred cheeks twisted and twitched, and he suddenly widened his eyes, those two bloodshot eyes staring straight at the crowd.

"Ah—"

Scream after scream tore through the prison's silence, followed immediately by urgent alarm sounds reverberating in the air!!!

On the bus, Chen Ya rested with eyes closed, then suddenly opened his eyes slightly, his ears catching the alarm sounds coming from behind, gradually fading away.

The corner of his mouth curved up slightly, revealing a relieved smile.

Chen Ya understood in his heart that this alarm sound meant Yuan Dabiao had already borne his sins, cleansed the filth deep in his soul, become completely clean, and embarked on the road to Tianguo.

In this final moment, Yuan Dabiao was using this method to convey to him the gratitude and farewell before departure.

Chen Ya thought to himself: "No need to thank me, this is my responsibility as a tailor; a tailor simply makes every ugly body able to wear the cleanest, most proper clothes!"

(End of Chapter)