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Chapter 98: Release from Prison! (Seeking monthly ticket)
Michael's lips trembled as he counted every second mechanically.

Around the corner two meters behind him, footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Lincoln's screams of pain were mixed in with sporadic gunshots.

But he and Rorschach were like two sculptures, nailed to the back door exit, not moving at all.

They knew very well that behind the door, in a guard post more than ten meters high, a prison guard was holding a sniper rifle and locking onto this exit.

No matter who shows up, the first shot will be a warning, and the second shot will kill them completely!

At this moment, Michael suddenly thought of something. He looked at Rorschach's stern profile, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty. "Did you intend from the beginning to use Lincoln as a human roadblock to stop the prison guards?"

"Stop? Ha!"

Rorschach couldn't help but sneer and shook his head. "Don't overestimate your idiotic brother. If it weren't for him, the prison guards wouldn't have been alerted at all."

"Then why the hell are you still so calm?!"

Michael dug his fingers deep into his hair and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know how you arranged the explosives, but you should know that if there is any mistake in your arrangement, we will all die here!"

Compared to his own plan that allowed him to return to the cell in case of a slight accident, Rorschach's plan was too crazy. He did not leave himself any way out!
Rorschach replied expressionlessly, "There's an Eastern idiom called 'burn the boats and burn the ships.' Only by cutting off all routes of retreat can one escape from a desperate situation."

He closed his eyes, feeling the footsteps of the prison guards approaching from the outside, and said in a deep voice: "Let me tell you what is happening in the boiler room upstairs."

"Two liquid nitrogen tanks are impacting the surface of the pressure pipe with high-pressure atomized spray. The pipe is now on the verge of low-temperature brittleness. When the internal pressure reaches 1.2 MPa, the pipe will tear apart!"

"200-degree Celsius steam will burst out like a high-pressure water jet!"

"I've already pre-coated the outer surface of the pipe with a mixture of aluminum powder and ether. The surrounding walls are covered with an oxide layer of hydrogen peroxide and iron powder."

"I made the aluminum powder by calcining it bit by bit from toothpaste, and I got the ether and hydrogen peroxide from the medical room."

"And when the high-temperature steam is ejected, the surrounding ether coating will instantly oxidize, causing a micro-explosion reaction!"

"Although this shock wave wasn't strong, it was enough to scatter the large amount of flour I had piled up in the pipe and the nitroglycerin glass tube hanging above!"

"Then it was an orgy of aluminum and flour."

Rorschach's mouth curled up dangerously.

"The entire boiler room will explode with a cloud of flour and aluminum dust! The spreading dust will ignite upon encountering steam sparks at a velocity of 2000 m/s, producing a fireball several thousand degrees Celsius!"

"The explosion will instantly spread to the boiler itself, and the pipes whose pressure values ​​I've already changed will physically explode due to the pressure imbalance!"

"The 1.8MPa shock wave far exceeds the 0.3MPa compressive strength limit of the concrete column. When the roof falls, it will trigger a secondary dust explosion!"

After saying this, Rorschach turned his head and looked calmly at Michael, who was standing there in shock with his mouth open.

"boom--!"

A deafening explosion suddenly sounded!

The whole building shook violently and the walls were peeling off.

Michael stared at Rorschach in a daze, while Rorschach calmly brushed off the dust on his shoulders.

"Look"

Rorschach shrugged and said softly, "It seems I calculated the time correctly. We probably have less than ten seconds before the second explosion occurs."

He looked outside the house, and through the wall, he seemed to be able to see through the concrete wall the sniper's face in the sentry box, which was distorted by the explosion.

But his professionalism allowed the guy to lower his body again within a second, and the crosshairs of the sniper scope locked onto the door again.

At this time, Michael's brother Lincoln, covered in blood, was holding onto the wall and walking towards this side with difficulty.

There was a bloody hole on the side of this guy's waist, and blood was constantly gushing out.

The explosion just now turned out to be his life-saving straw. All the prison guards were shocked and lost their minds. No one even remembered to capture the seriously injured fugitive.

"Give me the gun."

Rorschach held out his hand with his back to him, fingers spread out.

Lincoln was slightly startled, and although he was full of doubts, he still handed the pistol to the other party.

Rorschach pushed open the magazine with one hand, took a glance, and began to count down silently in his mind.

Then, without hesitation, he rushed forward!
boom--!
As the tip of his shoe touched the ground outside the door, a sniper bullet exploded the gravel one meter in front of his feet.

This was a death warning; the next shot would surely hit his torso.

However, Rorschach's speed not only did not slow down, but actually became faster.

At this moment, he used the extreme reaction ability brought by gun fighting to the fullest extent.

He instantly lowered his body and rolled sideways on the spot to avoid the sure-hit shot from the opponent in the sentry box!
"Wortfalk?!"

The prison guard holding the sniper rifle muttered to himself in shock. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a bullet shot out from the ground and accurately opened his skull!

Rorschach spat out the dust in his mouth and got up from the ground.

On the day he arrived at the prison, he discovered that the sniper rifles used by the prison guards were Dragunov SVUs. With their semi-automatic design, a skilled shooter could easily achieve a two-round burst of suppression.

During this period of continuous shooting, Rorschach had no chance to fight back at all.

After firing these two bullets, even the most elite sniper would need 0.8 to 1.2 seconds to make a decision from locking onto the target to pulling the trigger.

He was betting on this time difference!

Fortunately, the extreme reaction and sharp shooting skills brought by gun fighting did not disappoint him.

But unfortunately, a group of at least twenty prison guards equipped with automatic rifles and explosion-proof suits had already noticed the abnormality here. They were sticking close to the wall and were approaching Rorschach at a rapid pace.

In the face of all this, Rorschach remained calm and silently counted down a series of numbers.

"321"

next second!
“Rumble——!!!”

The entire prison suddenly turned into an erupting volcano!
The shock wave, carrying broken glass, gushed out from every window, knocking the encirclement team to the ground.

Inside the prison area, the prisoners were startled awake from their sleep, and their curses quickly turned into screams.

When the flames from the bursting steam pipes tore through the walls, the last thing reflected in countless wide-open eyes was only the all-consuming flames.

Rorschach let out a long breath and ignored the prison guards wailing on the ground.

He slowly stood up and walked step by step towards the guardhouse that was more than ten meters high. The wooden ladder creaked under his feet as it could not bear the weight.

But at this moment, Michael's urgent shout came from behind.

"Rorschach! Rorschach!!!"

These two brothers do have some luck.

After seeing Rorschach take out the sniper, they immediately seized the opportunity to rush out of the prison, barely avoiding the dust explosion that covered the walls.

Seeing Rorschach climbing the sentry box, although he didn't understand why, he followed him without hesitation.

After climbing onto the guard post, Rorschach snatched the sniper rifle from the dead prison guard's hand.

He adjusted the scope, aimed at the bottom of the support column of the sentry box and fired several shots.

As Michael and Lincoln watched in disbelief, the sentry box, which was already shaky from the impact of the explosion, shook violently and then collapsed against the wall behind it.

At this time, the prison power supply had been blown out and there was no electricity in the power grid.

After the more than ten-meter-high sentry box crashed heavily onto the edge of the wall, Rorschach glanced at the nearly ten-meter-high wall below.

He first raised his gun to cut the remaining wire, then quickly stripped off the prison guard's thick explosion-proof suit and wrapped it around his hands.

Finally, Rorschach kicked the disconnected electric wire out of the wall. He tightened his hands around the wire and kicked the wall with his feet.

Chi——!
The friction between the cloth and the wire made a harsh sound, and Rorschach's figure was sliding down rapidly like a special effects actor in a movie!
"Is this even possible?" Michael and Lincoln were dumbfounded.

But there was no time to hesitate now.

The two looked at each other, gritted their teeth and followed suit.

After Rorschach landed, he walked forward about ten meters before slowly turning back.

Fierce flames devoured the steel and concrete, and the entire prison burned in the explosion. Flames shot up into the sky, black smoke billowed, dyeing the night sky blood red.

At this moment, he seemed to see his past.

Burned to ashes by conspiracy, betrayal and lies, only the ashes of revenge are left to drift in the wind!

He took out a cigarette and just as he put it in his mouth, a hand holding a lighter reached out.

He lowered his head and lit it. Amidst the smoke, he said calmly, "Leave now and never come back to Chicago."

Sandy's fingertips trembled slightly, and her eyes flashed with resentment and sadness.

"Then we will never see each other again?"

"Haha. You know."

Rorschach smiled. The fire stretched the shadows of the two people very long, but at some point they were swallowed by the flames.

“Never say never.”

He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, the smell of gunpowder and blood lingering on his fingertips.

The next second, Rorschach withdrew his hand, turned and walked into the dense jungle on the side of the road.

Sandy stood there, staring blankly at the other person's figure being swallowed by the night.

She knew that this man would not look back for anyone now.

And now, he is going to avenge his blood debt!
(End of this chapter)