603: Chapter 592 603: Chapter 592 At that moment, inside Yama Palace, room number 6 had its door flung open.
At the doorway stood several people wielding submachine guns, and within, a prisoner with both hands and feet shackled lay in agony on the bed, groaning in pain.
Next to the prisoner, Mo Yuyao frowned as she felt around the prisoner’s body, and then, after listening with a stethoscope, said, “It’s acute appendicitis; we need to get him to the hospital immediately.”
A prison guard nearby quickly said, “The ambulance should arrive shortly; can we start with some emergency treatment first?”
Upon a closer look at this particular prison guard’s arm, he wore the captain’s armband that, in the past, only someone with a sinister reputation could have.
It seemed that the Prison Chief had stripped Black Face of it.
“All I can do is some simple treatment,” Mo Yuyao said as she took out many bottles and jars from a nearby medical kit, focusing intently on performing emergency treatment on the prisoner.
Meanwhile, Song Yun had already arrived outside the walls of Yama Palace.
But upon seeing the wall, he frowned just like Mo Yuyao.
The wall was the same as the last time Song Yun had been here, but this time, someone had added infrared detectors along the side.
Beams of light dressed the wall like a net of red silk stockings, sensually enticing but forbidding approach.
“This is going to be troublesome,” Song Yun muttered to himself.
Although he was pretty badass, he was still just one man, not some underwear-on-the-outside Superman who could fly or burrow underground, so for the moment, he was somewhat at a loss.
Just then, the wailing of an ambulance approached from a distance, and at the same time, the gates of Yama Palace’s wall were opened.
Song Yun glanced around, then ducked his head and moved towards the gate.
His footsteps were incredibly light, and his movements gentle, so much so that the sentinel standing by the gate failed to notice Song Yun.
The ambulance drew closer, and as it neared the gate, Song Yun suddenly leaped up, clinging to the side of the vehicle like a gecko.
From beginning to end, his movements were smooth and soft; even when he clung onto the vehicle, no one inside heard a sound.
Once inside Yama Palace with the ambulance, Song Yun immediately rolled to the side and found a dark corner to hide.
Song Yun took several deep breaths.
The actions seemed casual, but they required great physical strength and flexibility.
Even for Song Yun, it was an effort that almost had him breaking out in sweat.
After observing the surroundings, Song Yun cursed quietly, “Damn, is this a prison or the President’s residence?”
He saw that the original four sentries had now been doubled to eight!
Yama Palace was square, and previously there had been just one sentry at each corner, enough to cover the entire premises.
But now, another sentry was added between each pair, doubling the number instantly.
If that had been all, it wouldn’t be too bad, but what really troubled Song Yun was the large-caliber machine gun on the sentry post.
The size of that caliber was almost comparable to armor-piercing bullets.
Song Yun had thought that even if it were larger than before, it would only be by so much, but this was monstrous—a bona fide heavy weapon.
Such a weapon could be used against armored vehicles!
Employing it to guard Yama Palace, or rather to guard the Judge, meant that even if the Judge were Batman or Spider-Man or whatever, they would still be riddled like a honeycomb.
Song Yun agonized as he looked at house number 20 not far away.
Where previously there had been just one sentinel, now there were two, each armed with a 95, a much stronger weapon than the submachine guns carried by the other sentries, among the more advanced submachine guns used currently.
“Do they really need such strong defenses?” Song Yun lamented inwardly, his bladder aching from anxiety, like playing football against an “Iron Bucket” defense, or trying to woo a maiden of stone.
It was genuinely unclear where to begin.
“Looks like a frontal assault is the only option!” Song Yun scanned the area.
From his position to the front of house number 20, if sprinting at full speed, it would take at least 3 seconds.
In those three seconds, Song Yun was confident the sentries wouldn’t see him, nor would they have time to react.
And to take out a mouthpiece sentry would take at least another two seconds, and he couldn’t kill them.
These people were just innocent civilians, and although Song Yun had killed many, he never wantonly slew the innocent, let alone those who protected their homeland.
He glanced again at the door to house number 20, which appeared to be made of reinforced concrete.
“Damn, are they guarding a person or a superhero?” Song Yun looked at his fists.
To blast that door, it would take at least 10 seconds, which was definitely not enough time, unless he had heavy weaponry.
Heavy weaponry???!!!
Song Yun’s eyes lit up.
He lacked heavy weaponry, but they certainly had it!
He glanced at the nearby sentries, smiled slyly, and after crouching and gathering his strength, he dashed forward.
Song Yun’s speed was incredible, even faster than when he had sprinted on the road just before.
This was his ultimate burst of speed, and he could maintain it only for a matter of seconds before running out of energy.
In less than 3 seconds, Song Yun appeared before the two sentries as if he had teleported.
The sentries, experienced as they were, didn’t go for their guns immediately but instead blew their whistles.
If there had been only one man, Song Yun could have knocked him out with a fast punch before the sound of the whistle could emerge, but there were two of them.
Despite Song Yun’s utmost speed, one of the sentries still managed to emit a short blast of the whistle.
Immediately, several beams of light struck Song Yun, who, like a wild rabbit caught in headlights, was so startled he forgot to move.
“Bang!
Bang!
Bang!” The rapid fire of machine-gun shots rang out.
Song Yun’s body jerked, and as he moved, bullets flew toward where he had just been standing!
But Song Yun was so fast that by the time the machine-gun made its sound and the muzzle flash appeared, he had already moved from his previous position; he had been right by the door of the house.