Edge of the Apocalypse

"I don't want to die. What exactly is going on? It shouldn't be like this."

"It's so noisy. Shut your mouth, will you? Nelly!"

"I can't, Pitts. I'm scared!" "Webb, Ellen, what can you do?" The girl shouted from the other side of the cell.

Webb said in a low voice, "Let's all calm down. This should be some sort of test for the marshal. Maybe she's watching us from behind some screen right now."

Allen looked around the cell and said, "I've checked it before. There's no surveillance equipment in there …"

"In other words, isn't this an exam? Are we really going to be sentenced to death after being captured as criminals?" Nelly shouted, "No, I don't want this! I want to go home, I want to go home!"

"Calm down!" 'Don't give up so quickly. Think about it, we're on the frigate. And our family knows that Marshal Windsor Belo is leaving with us. If it's really an accident, the family will find a way to find out where we are and rescue us if they can't get in touch with us. All we have to do is make sure to live until then.'

"Heavens knows if we can survive until someone comes to rescue us?" Pitts shouted and kicked the door, "Damn it, these things are so thick. Can't you open the door?"

The metal armor that was over ten centimeters thick was obviously not something that a few rank ten youths could tear apart. Therefore, the prison guards were at ease leaving them in these cells and did not even restrict their conversation.

The sound of footsteps rang out.

After learning from the past, even Nelly obediently shut her mouth. Now that the situation was unclear, no one wanted to sit in the electric chair.

Moments later, the guard came back this morning. "Congratulations, you little bastards," he said contemptuously as he patrolled the area. "The verdict is down, and you will be hanged publicly in seven days."

"This is not true." Pitts roared, "You pig, you'd better let me out quickly. Otherwise, I'll kill you!"

"It seems that you took my words as a deaf ear." The guard walked to Pitts' cell and typed something into the electronic device in front of the door.

A moment later, Alan heard the sound of electric currents rushing out of Pitts' cell, as well as Pitts' pig-like cries. Then the guard called two of his colleagues and dragged Pitts out to take him away. It was not until evening that Pitts was thrown back into his cell. Alan glanced at Pitts through the window and saw that his body was covered in wounds. There were several obvious traces of intense electric burns, but Pitts was already unaware of them. It was only at night that he regained consciousness.

"Be careful. The four metal walls of this confinement room are not without reason. They are the best conductors of electric currents." After waking up, Pitts's spirits dropped a lot. He didn't forget to remind everyone, "That damn electric current knocked me unconscious. As for what happened afterwards, I don't want to talk about it anymore. "Anyway, I don't think this is an exam. They really plan to take our lives!"

On the other side, Nelly was already crying, and even Webb was in a low mood. After all, they were descendants of aristocratic families. They had never suffered such hardships before, let alone the death penalty that had been pronounced inexplicably. One could imagine how great the psychological pressure was. Alan was still better. The long years of life on the surface had tempered his temperament to be as hard as steel, and he would not be easily frightened by the predicament in front of him.

To him, since this was not an exam, then he could not sit idly by and wait for death. He re-inspected the cell, probing it almost inch by inch. He also tried to use his own ability to "burn", but he was unable to burn the electronic device that controlled the door through the heat conductivity of the metal as he had expected. In this way, it was clear that there was a high temperature resistant sandwich material in the metal plate of the door. Otherwise, the door on one side of the cell would have been burned red, and the electronic lock on the other side would have exploded long ago.

If he could not open the door through this method, there was practically no other way out. A rank ten Origin Energy was still unable to tear apart the metal armor.

Allen spent a day in prison in constant attempts and failures. On the next day, he curled up and hugged the thin quilt at the corner of the bed, as if he had returned to the time when he was with the pack of wolves. Suddenly woken up by a series of screams and curses, Alan opened his eyes and calmed down. When she heard this, she recognized Nelly's voice. The girl seemed to have collapsed, and she shouted for a moment before cursing angrily.

Not long after, a few vicious prison guards appeared and concocted Nelly like they had done with Pitts yesterday. They stunned her, making it impossible for her to use all her Origin Energy combat skills. Only then did they drag her out of the cell like they were dragging someone to death.

"What are you doing? Let her go!" Cried Pitts, but in exchange for a few strikes.

Alan and Webb remained silent. They knew very well that protests were futile now. Alan watched Nelly disappear from his sight before turning around and walking back. Suddenly, he stopped, narrowed his eyes, and Alan fell to the ground. The confinement chamber was a completely sealed iron prison, and even the ground was a sheet of metal. But there were thumb-sized screws on the metal plate, and Alan put his ear to the ground and heard the sound of water below.

Suddenly, there was a regular knock on the wall. Alan carefully distinguished it and recognized that it was the Morse Code. Webb was in the cell next door. He tapped on the wall with his hand and said in a code, "I have an idea."

Alan also responded with the Morse password, but he had to remember the combination of passwords at first, so he typed it very slowly. However, three or so times later, he had already replied to each other.

"What's the idea?" Ellen said in a password.

"I want to deliberately create trouble and get the prison guards to interfere. Perhaps I can surprise him and escape from the cell."

"That's a good idea, but they'll knock you out first."

"I know, but I have been trained to withstand shocks. As long as I'm prepared, I can use my Origin Energy to offset some of the current and keep my mind awake."

"Let's try it, but we still have to observe it for a day. At least we need to find out how many guards there are outside the confinement room."

"You're right."

After finalizing some more details, the two of them looked outside through the window of the gate. Outside the confinement room was a corridor. The corridor was not long. There were probably only five or six confinement rooms for felons like Ellen and the others. Alan's cell was almost at the end of the corridor, and one could easily see a gate at the end of the corridor.

When the gate opened, one could see a police room outside, which often had two prison guards working. Above the gate were several weapon terminals, and the attack system was a miniature automatic machine gun. The barrel of the gun was very carefully arranged. It was almost certain that once the machine gun was fired, there would be no room for the people in the corridor behind the door to dodge.

After nearly a day of observation, Allen had basically figured out the rules of the prison guards' patrol. Every hour one of them would come in through the gate. The guards were equipped with batons and automatic pistols, and their weapons were not very powerful. What was troubling was the weapon terminals of the gates, which would cause them to be shot into a sieve when the gates were opened. After all, the bright surveillance cameras outside the corridor were enough to faithfully reflect what had happened inside on the intelligence screen of the police room.

In the evening, the warden came. It was a man in his forties, with a beard and a deep gaze. Alan saw the flames of Origin Energy on his body. Obviously, he was an Origin Energy practitioner, even a sealer. Anyway, it's no ordinary guard. Beside the Warden, there were two guards. There was also the light of Origin Energy on their bodies, but the intensity was relatively weak.

The warden circled around several secluded rooms before finally arriving at Allen's door. Through the window, he looked at Alan and said, "Tell me, what made you so crazy that you killed half the town."

"We've already said that we're not criminals," Ellen said, spreading his hands.

"Little bastard, you can keep your mouth shut." The warden panted heavily like an angry bull. He clenched his fists and hammered down the door. "God knows how much I want to beat you up now. It's all because of you. I can't hear Jack's old man talking anymore. Although he's annoying sometimes, he's my friend!"

"I'm sorry." Alan said helplessly.

"Shut up!" The warden kicked down the door and shouted, "Damn the federal constitution, I wish you'd done something stupid. That way, I'll show you how merciful public hanging is to you!"

After saying that, he angrily left.

When evening came, the guard brought dinner from the window. Eating the dry, hard bread, Allen told Webb about the arrangements he saw and the patrol pattern of the guards in the code.

Webb quickly replied, "Weapon terminal? Damn it, can we get through without armor and weapons?"

"It's not like I don't have a choice. For example, use a prison guard as a shield." Alan replied, "But don't be too busy. Maybe there's a safer way."

"What is it?"

"I'm not sure yet. We'll talk about it after tonight."

Night fell.

By nightfall, the patrols of the prison guards were no longer as intense as they were during the day. Basically, they would only come in once every two hours, and late at night, they would only appear at three in the morning. Alan stayed up all night, remembering their rules.

Late that night, Nelly had yet to return. No one knew what had happened to her.

On the third day, Webb couldn't sit still any longer, so Alan told him to restrain himself for another day.

"Lay down on the ground and listen. There might be a drainage channel below." Alan Rushi said.

Webb said, "So what? We can't get in."

"Not necessarily. I might have a way." Alan didn't tell Webb in detail, and another day passed like this. Late at night, at three o'clock in the morning, the guards patrolled and left. Alan flipped off the bed. He used the quilt to plug the window of the door and then lay on the ground. Origin energy flowed in front of his forehead to form the engraving of the prairie blade.

Alan rolled up his sleeves and his hand trembled. A flame burned in his hand!

"Looking at the back/desk, the manuscript storage box is slimming down. Fortunately, it can last for a few days, haha."