Retaliation
The cell doors opened. Could you imagine how insane a bunch of guys driven mad by confinement would become? With thousands of prisoners charging out, a massive prison riot was inevitable.
Jiang Hao's slogan was:
Make trouble, don't solve trouble. I just love watching the floodwaters rise to the heavens!
The car drove out of the prison and traveled several hundred meters. A hand stretched out the window, and a corpse rolled into a ditch by the roadside, covered by grass. When someone found it later, they would probably think the prisoners had killed the guard, stripped him, and dumped him there.
Taking out his phone, Jiang Hao said to Xiao Xin, "Xiao Xin, erase my prison-entry records. Wipe the Phoenix Prison inmate database and make it look like a virus outbreak caused data loss."
"Xiao Xin understands."
"Beep beep beep beep. Phoenix Prison's system has suffered a virus attack. 58.64% of its data has been lost. Your information has been completely deleted and cannot be recovered."
"Excellent!"
He drove into Phoenix City. Along the way, countless police cars screamed toward the prison. He parked in the lot of a large supermarket, changed clothes, then released the fat Mike Shawn from his storage space and placed him in the driver's seat.
Jiang Hao had not touched any of the fat man's belongings—his wallet, identification, even his sidearm. Someone would definitely find Mike Shawn dead here later, but the coroner would conclude that he had died of a myocardial infarction.
Everything was perfect. From now on, Jiang Hao was a good person again, an outstanding international student studying in the United States. Murder, prison riots, and the like had absolutely nothing to do with him.
At a car rental agency, Jiang Hao rented another pickup truck, filled the tank, then