Chapter 275: This winter in Tallinn

When Mosaic heard this, he immediately grabbed the food and water from Su Mo's hands, gobbled it up, and then rushed out after putting on the jailer's clothes and shoes according to Su Mo's request. He didn't ask Su Mo himself. How to get out, because he simply has no ability to care.
After Mosaic left, Su Mo put the mosaic clothes on the body of the jailer, and then lifted the jailer with a rope.
At least if you don't come in and check, no one will find that the prisoner has been dropped.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to go back to the city directly, but that he can’t use the city back to the city at all. He can only honestly wait for two hours of skill cooling. He still has a pair of jailer’s gloves in his hand, which can be changed at that time Cheng jailer went out.
He has other survivals, but in places like prisons, only the jailer can walk freely. Even if he becomes a nobleman, he will be arrested immediately.
The waiting time is very boring.
He wanted to switch his angle of view and become Laifu to take a look at the chat group's situation, but he was afraid that someone would come in suddenly in the cell, and he would have reason and could not explain it, not to mention that he didn't care at all. .
Theft will only be held for a few hours, and to help the repeat offender escape from prison, at least Su Mo will stay in the cell before the New Year.
Don't underestimate this federal prison. There are very few prisoners who can escape, even if they are very powerful, criminals of different strengths will be treated at different levels.
Su Mo suspected that even if Earl Dracula was captured, he might not be able to get out easily.
Click...
Su Mo was awakened immediately during the wandering, it was the sound of the prison door being opened.
He immediately stood up and hid behind the door, and then saw that the cell door was opened and a jailer came in with a meal tray.
Su Mo held his breath. He could see that there was a palm-sized piece of brown bread on the rice plate, only about half an inch thick, and a bowl of rice porridge that was almost clear and bottomless. About seven or eight grains of rice were floating in it. The more extravagant possibility is that there is a small piece of ketchup on the black bread with nails.
It seems that these people really don't treat mosaics as human beings.
Even if mosaic is not a good thing, it can't be so abusive to others. It's not that mosaic treatment will not starve to death.
"Take the plate well, don't drop it. If you drop the plate, you will die. Also, don't look back. According to the rules of the road, you must die when you see your face. I think you don't want to die."
Just when the jailer wanted to go around and feed the prisoners, a gloomy voice came to mind behind him.
He was an instantaneous spirit and almost jumped up, but the voice was too gentle, and the content of what he said was so terrifying, he controlled the urge to throw the plate out with strong willpower.
A hand stretched out from behind him and picked up the slice of bread on the plate.
Immediately, the sound of chewing came to mind behind him.
"Unexpectedly, the food in the prison is pretty good, it tastes good, I really envy you, what is your name, forget it, I don't think we will meet again at all. It doesn't make sense to know the name."
The person behind him was too calm, so he gathered into something like momentum.
The jailer felt like a tiger was lying on his back, he could swallow himself in one bite anytime and anywhere.
"Are you a good jailer, or are you like him, beating and scolding prisoners all day, asking for benefits?" The voice behind began to ask again, in a calm and leisurely tone, people who didn't know thought he was in his own home. Therefore, an extremely powerful image was established in the mind of the jailer.
If the other party wants to, they can even massacre the entire federal prison.
Before the jailer regained his senses, he saw another scene that he would never forget under the cue from the people behind him.
His colleague, a colleague with a good background, specializes in taking over some fat and poor colleagues.
At this time, the colleague looked like a dead person—it was true that he couldn't die anymore. His eyes were protruding, his face was blue and white, his five holes oozing blood, and the side temple was stabbed with a big hole. The living jailer could even get through the hole. See the pink brain inside.
It's really like a bean brain!
I don’t know when it happened. He suddenly found that his pants were already wet, and water was still running down. The warm water dripped down his thighs, soaking the cotton trousers, and he quickly felt it. The cold.
Why is it so cold this winter in Tallinn.
I don't know how long it took. The jailer felt that the people behind him had already left, but he always felt that someone was talking to him in his ears. He didn't dare to move or turn his head.
When he woke up, the warden was already facing him.
Two jailers, one dead, and one nervous, escaped an important criminal—Shadow Mark.
As for Su Mo, who was arrested for theft and disappeared, almost no one remembered this person—even if it was useless to remember, he left no real information at all.
When Su Mo returned to the shoemaker's house, Shadow Mark really waited at the shoemaker's house as scheduled.
"Sorry, I'm late, I hope I can make it to dinner." Su Mo took off his hat, put it on the table, and slowly sat down on the dining table.
"Thank you very much for saving me." Shadow Mark said.
"Don't thank me, just take what you need, I think you must have arranged our next itinerary." Su Mo turned his head again and smiled to face Max: "According to the agreement, Max, this is your gift. ."
A yellow bullet.
Shadow Mark was a little unconcerned at first, but after looking closely, his pupils diminished.
As an assassin, he also knows this kind of thing. He used a kind of poison with the same effect in this mission, and it can also kill quickly. The convenience is undoubtedly better, but the sound is louder.
"How can you have such a thing, as far as I know, only the nobles and the military have it." Shadow Mark said with some envy. Of course his boss also has it, but unfortunately it will not be used for assassination.
It is said that experts can tell its owner from the bullet, and if that's the case, talk about the assassination of a fart.
"Thank you." The shoemaker grabbed the bullet and held it tightly in his hand. This bullet will become his killer, and anyone who dares to hinder him from entering the upper class will be destroyed.
It's just a bullet. As for, Su Mo despised it in his heart.
"Tomorrow, I will take you to see my friend Lexus, the Beastmaster, and persuade him to teach you the skills of Beastmaster. In fact, this skill is quite suitable for assassins." Shadow Mark said.
"Who said I'm an assassin, I'm a ranger." Su Mo's hand reversed, the dagger appeared in his hand, and then disappeared.