Trevor had never imagined that his acting career could continue, and that he would still be playing the same role. Jackson Norris, disguised as a reporter from ABC, had broken him out of prison and shoved him into a prison transport packed with armed men.
Honestly, this sly, slippery third-rate actor had no desire to leave his cell and regain his freedom this way. He knew perfectly well that working with these dangerous people meant taking enormous risks. Who knew when the Avengers might wipe them all out in one sweep?
The last time, he had escaped being implicated by Killian only because Lady Luck had favored him. But if it happened again, he would not be so fortunate.
But he had no control over the situation now. Trevor did not have the guts to keep talking tough with a gun pointed at his head, so he could only obediently board the prison van and let them pull a black hood over him.
As for the attacked prison, chaos reigned inside. Dozens of guards lay in pools of blood. Quite a few vicious inmates had taken the opportunity to knock down several guards, seize the cell keys, and release even more prisoners. A riot was inevitable.
The engine started slowly, tires grinding against the ground. No one spoke. After about twenty minutes in that stifling silence, Trevor was pushed out of the vehicle and transferred to another car. This journey seemed to last half an hour. Before long, a lively clamor drifted in, mixed with many voices speaking Chinese.
"Get out. And remember, you'd better behave yourself." Jackson removed the black hood and threatened him in a low voice.
Trembling with fear, Trevor changed out of his yellow prison uniform and pushed open the car door. Red lanterns hung overhead,