PRI Chapter 17: Prisoner Riot and Sedative Spray

The guards on night duty generally stayed in the central monitoring area.

Because patrols weren't constant, but rather every three hours.

From the cell block to the prison cells, then from the cells turning to the bathroom and other places.

So when George and Cookwa weren't patrolling, they stayed in the monitoring room chatting.

Until midnight at 12 o'clock.

"Tap tap tap."

Accompanied by the crisp sound of leather shoes, the light from the flashlights in their hands constantly moved about, checking the condition of each prisoner.

After finishing a round through the cell block, George suddenly patted Cookwa's shoulder and said with a pained expression, "My stomach feels terrible."

Cookwa asked with concern, "Are you okay, George? Do you need me to get some medicine?"

George waved his hand, "No, I think I ate something bad tonight. Fuck, I need to go to the bathroom. You go patrol the shower area first."

"No problem, leave it to me." Cookwa nodded, watching George stagger away from the cell block.

Then he turned and walked toward the bathroom.

Just as George stepped out of the cell block entrance, he suddenly straightened his back, and the pained expression on his face disappeared.

Then he quickly walked to the electrical switch box near the central monitoring room and used a key he had prepared in advance to open it.

Looking at the rows of switches related to the monitoring system before him, George reached out and pulled.

The dozens of screens in the central monitoring room immediately went dark.

However, since no one was in the monitoring room at the time, no one discovered this.

George looked around, saw that the plan was going smoothly, turned his head and walked straight back.

The cell block was completely quiet at this time. Cookwa had already gone to the bathroom, and the second floor cell block was empty.

Only the mottled tree shadows under the moonlight danced menacingly on the ground like demons about to emerge from hell.

In this quiet atmosphere, the sudden sound of a door opening rang out.

It was Casas.

Using the key George had given him, he opened his cell door.

He walked out of the cramped space and casually threw the key on the ground, making a series of clear collision sounds. Immediately after, as if receiving a signal, pairs of eyes suddenly stared over from inside the cells.

Casas grinned, about to speak, when he suddenly heard heavy footsteps.

George ran over, "Let's go, Casas. I'll take you to find little Edward."

"No hurry, George." Casas showed a bloodthirsty expression on his face and pointed to the other cells, "Let all my little brothers out."

George frowned, "What do you want to do? Are you planning another riot? This is creating unnecessary complications!"

"Bullshit." Casas jabbed George hard with his finger twice, "I'll only say this once. Let them out! I want to wash this prison in blood!"

"Fuck, this isn't what we agreed on!"

"Then do as I say! Otherwise I'll kill you first!" Casas glared and pulled George in front of him.

George stared at the fierce red bloodshot veins in his eyes and couldn't help but feel afraid.

He raised both hands, "Fine, I'll go get the keys."

"I'm coming with you." Casas followed George to the key room and took out all the cell keys.

Then the two returned to the cell block and let everyone open their own doors.

After most of the prisoners had come out of their cells, Casas dragged the injured Negan out of his cell.

"Today we are all accomplices."

"If anyone tries to escape, they'll end up like him!"

After saying this, in full view of everyone, Casas used a knife to slash Negan's throat.

"This is the fate of traitors!"

Then he jumped onto the railing and roared, "Now, it's time to leave this damn prison!"

"Let's burn this shithole to ashes!"

"Burn it to ashes!" Casas's followers shouted along.

"Burn it to ashes!!" The other prisoners were also swept up and began shouting.

After shouting, Casas led the prisoners charging toward the cell block entrance.

George on the side had already opened the door, and the prisoners rushed directly from the cell block entrance into the interior of the prison building.

Meanwhile, Cookwa, who had just finished patrolling the bathroom and was planning to return to the cell area, witnessed the prisoners rioting with his own eyes. He was so frightened that his legs shook and he collapsed behind the gate.

He frantically grabbed his radio, switched to the emergency channel, and shouted with a trembling voice, "Prisoner riot! Riot!"

"They've rushed out of the cell block!"

...

"Warden, they've rushed out of the cell block!"

In the corridor passage, James was currently wearing body armor, holding a radio, reporting to Lind, who was also wearing body armor.

Behind the two men stood Cohen, Parker, and two other fully armed guards.

Besides their guns, they were also holding two canisters of conspicuous sedative spray.

After hearing James's report, Lind asked, "Are you certain their route is fixed?"

"That's right. All the main doors have been locked tight, the bars outside the windows are all closed. They can only come through the second floor passage."

Hearing this, Lind no longer hesitated. He drew his baton and shouted, "Then what are we waiting for! Everyone, don't hold back! Pin all the prisoners down hard in this corridor! I want them to know what despair means!"

"Yes!" James decisively agreed and led Cohen, Parker and the others charging into the corridor.

Before long, the two groups collided.

Seeing the fully armed guards who seemed to have anticipated this, the prisoners were obviously stunned.

But immediately the people in front were pushed forward by those behind.

"Go die!" A prisoner bared his teeth and swung his bare fists at James.

James dodged to the side, then immediately smashed his baton down on the prisoner's nose bridge!

"Crack!" Blood splattered.

The prisoner covered his nose and fell to the ground, then James brutally gave him several more blows with the baton.

The next moment, more prisoners rushed over.

They used their bodies to block James's baton and fought with him.

Fortunately for the guards, Cohen and Parker also joined the battle.

Batons and fists danced together, blood and teeth flew in unison.

The crackling batons beat the prisoners until their skin split and flesh tore, while the prisoners' wave after wave of attacks made it difficult for the outnumbered guards to resist.

Seeing more and more people, James directly took out a tear gas canister from his waist and threw it into the crowd.

In an instant, thick fog filled the corridor.

The prisoners, with their eyes and noses irritated, bent over and involuntarily cried and sneezed.

However, one tear gas canister couldn't control all the prisoners, and some still tried to rush through the corridor.

So James shouted to the guards behind him, "Use the sedatives!"

Hearing this, the guards immediately brought out their trump card.

Two guards could be seen holding the gun barrel with one hand and cradling an orange canister with the other, wearing gas masks, aiming forward and opening the switches.

Instantly, two three-meter-long streams of thick fog sprayed out from the nozzles.

The prisoners hurried to dodge, but lacking protective measures, they had no way to control their breathing.

The sedative quickly entered their bodies through their respiratory tracts.

Soon after, the prisoners suddenly found their bodies becoming weak, as if they had been fighting on a big ocean horse for three days and three nights.

Their heads felt soft, feet soft, hands soft, legs soft, and finally they fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

The guards, seeing the prisoners collapse in droves within ten seconds, nearly dropped their jaws in amazement.

"This is too powerful!" Cohen exclaimed in amazement from the side. He had originally thought the warden had only given them ordinary pepper spray, but now it seemed countless times stronger than pepper spray.

"Stop spraying!" James was also shocked by this effect and quickly called for a halt, afraid they would use it up too quickly.

Then he looked at the panicked prisoners on the other side of the corridor and roared, "Guys! Now it's our turn to give them a profound lesson! Charge over and take them down!"

"Take them down!"

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