Escape in Progress
Almost simultaneously with the explosions from the north, all the soldiers perked up. Although they were already prepared, they did not act immediately, but instead slightly changed their posture, adjusted their positions, and looked for a suitable opportunity.
Feng Xue, still wrapped in the blanket, quietly read the dictionary in his hand. However, beneath the blanket, he was holding a spoon and cutting open his left rib.
Relying on his anatomical knowledge honed from countless corpses, Feng Xue precisely cut into the area he needed, avoiding vital blood vessels, even with only a spoon as his tool, making a 60-millimeter incision under his ribs.
Blood seeped from the wound, but he seemed completely oblivious to the pain, inserting his fingers into the wound and pulling out several cards.
In other words, there are no bacteria in the Infinite City, and the Boots of Silence can quickly heal external injuries; otherwise, he really wouldn't dare to hide these treasures inside his body.
Although he was stripped of all his equipment, the cards hidden inside his body still gave him a chance to escape.
After glancing at the card names, Feng Xue put the two cards back into her wound. Holding the remaining card, Feng Xue whispered:
"Activate Trap Spell: Physical Clone"
Name: Phantom Object - Physical Clone
Elements: [Trap], [Card], [Doppelganger]
Description: Create a physical clone that is completely identical to the Main Body.
Note: This can only be used when the enemy has the initiative!
The moment the card was activated, something seemed to be condensing on his body. Feng Xue immediately counted the numbers in his mind. As the viscous feeling gradually solidified, he, who was already prepared, relaxed and slid smoothly down the hole in the bed into the shadows beneath it.
The Breath Concealment was activated, hiding all auras. However, a "Feng Xue" remained in the blanket above, casually flipping through a book.
Because they had practiced beforehand, the whole process was so smooth that even the prison's low-resolution surveillance cameras failed to notice that someone else had taken the bed.
At this moment, a dent had appeared in the shadow beneath the bed board. It was a hole that Feng Xue had dug with her feet over the past few days, but its significance was not in digging a tunnel, but in providing him with a better hiding place—after all, the shadow of the bed board was not large enough to hide a person.
Besides its durability and sharpness, the greatest advantage of Shawshank's Spoon is its powerful sensory capabilities. A sensory radius of 100 meters may not seem large, and it can only sense the environment, not enemies. However, considering its vertical sensing capabilities, one can understand the exaggerated effect of this thing.
While in prison, Feng Xue was able to clearly understand the underground situation, avoid difficult-to-dig areas, find gaps to install pipes, and even find the legendary sewers that people could live in.
Yes, Saint Lotan City also has a sewer system, and according to Shawshank's Spoon, it's quite spacious. However, to get there, Feng Xue would have to dig a 15-meter-long tunnel.
Feng Xue's shoulder width is 43cm. Even if he were to crawl forward, he would need to dig out nearly four cubic meters of soil and rocks. With this small spoon, he can dig out one cubic decimeter of soil per second, which is an astonishing speed for Feng Xue. Calculated this way, even if Feng Xue digs at the highest efficiency, it would still take him more than an hour to successfully escape. Not to mention that the real bulk of the work is still being done by filling in the back. If he can finish in four hours, it would be a miracle if Feng Xue were a reincarnation of a mole.
Knowing her time was running out, Feng Xue ignored the blood still flowing from her ribs and used assassin's techniques to squeeze the wound to temporarily stop the bleeding. Then she started digging with a small spoon. Compared to the small hammer that Andy used for more than ten years to dig through a wall, this spoon could be called a digging artifact.
The hard concrete and bricks were as soft as ice cream; it took almost no effort to dig out a piece, and even the cutting sound was pitifully small. In the past few days, Feng Xue had already planned the digging route, and a tunnel that would slope downwards and push the soil and rocks backwards was soon taking shape under his high-frequency arm swings.
Feng Xue had initially been half-squatting in the pit and half-hidden in the shadows, but after a dozen minutes, he was completely submerged in the ground.
At this moment, he was finally able to relax a little.
The tunnel that Shawshank's Spoon was highly concealed and difficult to detect by conventional means before his escape. In other words, if he was hiding in this pit, it would be very difficult for people outside to find him by observation alone.
Ultimately, the "Physical Clone" mentioned above is just a time-limited device. Once people discover that he is not in the cell, no matter how well the secret passage is hidden, it will still be discovered during a thorough search.
With a forceful shovel, the handcuffs and shackles in Shawshank's Spoon snapped. It must be said, the properties of the Phantom Object are truly amazing; if it's unparalleled, then it is unparalleled. The metal shackles were nothing more than a matter of a slight force.
Feng Xue originally wanted to turn these shackles into Phantom Object as well, but considering that as long as he escaped, he would have plenty of bases to rely on, he gave up on this idea.
After all, this thing might contain elements like [imprisonment]. What if Smelt into some kind of "Chains of War" that no one could escape from? Wouldn't that be a disaster for us?
He reached under the bed and pulled out the leather shoes that had been delivered with his clothes. Although they didn't fit him very well, they were at least more comfortable than the Prison Shoes.
Having put on his new shoes and broken free of his shackles, Feng Xue quickly swung his arms, sending stone chips and dirt flying, and his body moved forward little by little.
He used to not understand why the protagonists in prison break cartoons and movies always dug their tunnels while lying down, but now that he's experienced it firsthand, he understands a little better.
Digging a tunnel that allows you to crawl forward takes far less time and effort than digging one that allows you to stand up.
By this time, the commotion inside and outside the prison had lasted for almost an hour, but the inmates still showed no sign of making a move.
It wasn't that they were foolishly waiting for the organizers' orders, but rather that they knew this was undoubtedly the most heavily guarded place in the entire prison. Going out now would be no different from fighting their way out at any other time.
Time ticked by, and finally, a gunshot that sounded extremely close rang out. The prison guards became visibly restless, and seeing them pacing back and forth, some began to circulate their internal energy and others began to gather their qi.
Ultimately, every one of those who dares to venture out possesses Ultimate Skill. Even without Phantom Object, they are all ruthless characters who have fought their way out of piles of corpses, and their judgment of the situation is naturally incredibly accurate.
Without any orders, almost instinctively, the prison guards turned their attention to the direction of the gunshots, and all those who were prepared beforehand unleashed their fighting power.
Some people tore open the iron gate, some smashed the wall leading to the playground, and some even crawled out through the gaps in the iron fence as if they had no bones.
The loosely positioned prison guards were completely unprepared for this sudden turn of events. By the time they adjusted their positions and raised their guns, the fastest group of guards had already rushed in front of them.
Blood instantly stained the prison walls, and those who hadn't participated in the discussion and were still hesitating about whether to act also stood up and belatedly began to sabotage their own cells.