604: Chapter 593 604: Chapter 593 “Bang bang bang.” Bullets strong enough to penetrate mecha armor struck the stone door, chipping away chunks of stone, yet the door was impressively resilient, not shattering.
Song Yun’s figure suddenly shot up again, the gunman exhibiting remarkable marksmanship, the bullets closely trailing Song Yun; but Song Yun’s speed had the upper hand by a fraction.
It took less than 3 seconds for the sentry’s heavy machine gun to fire dozens of rounds, many striking the door and causing the entire stone structure to rumble thunderously.
Song Yun charged straight to the front of the stone door and, seeing it was already damaged, delivered a punch combined with Inner Strength and short-range power, instantly reducing the door, previously battered by the heavy machine gun, to rubble and twisted rebar.
Song Yun dashed into the building.
Inside the house, the Judge was sitting cross-legged on the floor, still holding a wooden carving.
Seeing Song Yun enter, he showed no particular expression, merely asking, “You…
why have you come again?”
“I’ve come to rescue you!” Song Yun declared.
“Let’s hurry and leave now.”
“Why should I go with you?” the Judge asked with a smile.
“Because…” Song Yun suddenly felt conflicted.
What reason should he give?
In a flash, he remembered what Mr.
Song had just told him: the Judge was involved in a research project with his parents.
Could it be that he knew Song Yun’s parents?
“My dad is Ergou!” Song Yun blurted out.
“Ergou?” The Judge shot to his feet.
“He’s not dead?”
“Not dead, he’s currently abroad and could return at any time!”
“Ha ha ha, he’s actually alive, truly alive, too good, let’s leave right away.” The Judge’s face was brimming with irrepressible joy.
Then, pulling at the chains that could restrain an elephant, he ripped them apart with his hands.
He used the same method to break the shackles on his feet.
“Let’s go, let’s go,” the Judge said, heading for the exit.
“Be careful, there are heavy machine guns outside,” Song Yun warned.
Yet, as if the Judge hadn’t heard, he strode directly outward.
“What the hell, do all powerful people dislike listening to others?” Song Yun muttered to himself, following suit.
Next, Song Yun witnessed a sight that left him speechless.
As the Judge exited the room, the heavy machine gun naturally opened fire at him.
But the Judge’s body suddenly swayed, and with a sweep of his arm—his wrists still adorned with the remnants of the chains he’d broken—he appeared to anticipate the bullet path, intercepting the rounds with his arm.
Song Yun thought, damn, you’re not made of steel, that hand’s going to be gone—but the Judge subtly shifted his hand by just a few centimeters, the bullets that would have shattered his hand instead grazed by.
Why did Song Yun know they grazed him?
Because the cuffs hanging from the chains were shattered by the heavy machine gun’s bullets, whereas the Judge’s hand remained unscathed.
“Motherfucker, is this guy a god or what?” Song Yun exclaimed in shock.
The Judge’s show didn’t stop there.
As the hand restraints were destroyed, the Judge executed a 360-degree spin on the spot, his other hand raised high.
Bang.
Similarly, the other wrist’s cuff was also blown to pieces.
If this were all, the Judge could be considered miraculous, but what he did next was truly divine!
He abruptly bent his body, braced his hands on the ground, and then lifted his lower body, performing a circling maneuver common in pommel horse competitions.
Bang bang,
Two crisp sounds—shackles binding his ankles were shattered as well.
Destroying the cuffs and shackles sounded like it took a while, but it all happened in roughly 2 seconds.
“Let’s move fast, or their reinforcements will arrive!” the Judge shouted, rolling forward and neatly dodging the incoming bullets.
“Okay,” Song Yun quickly bent forward and followed.
By then, the prison’s alarm had already thundered through the sky.
Countless beams of light targeted the inside of Yama Palace, but Song Yun and the Judge were moving so quickly that those manning the floodlights could barely keep up, their beams following close behind Song Yun.
“Let them out,” a faint male voice came over the Yama Palace’s loudspeaker system.
Pop pop pop.
A series of peculiar noises followed.
Looking in the direction of the sounds, Song Yun saw every single door of the dozen rooms in Yama Palace open all at once!!!
“What the hell is this?” Song Yun’s eyes widened in confusion.
“These men now obey the Four Great Families,” the Judge spoke softly.
“Why?” Song Yun asked.
“Isn’t it obvious?
If the Four Great Families offer them a way out, they would naturally do their bidding!” the Judge replied, flipping his hand to reveal a wooden carving before hurling it toward a sentry post with a swing of his arm.
With a thud, it hit the sentry handling the heavy machine gun, knocking him unconscious.
Then, with the same motion, the Judge knocked out every visible sentry in the three remaining posts.
The precision of his strikes astonished Song Yun—it seemed precision was the Judge’s real forte!
“Good, for now, there’s no gunfire suppressing us.
Let’s break out through the main gate,” the Judge proposed.
“Why not scale the fence?” Song Yun inquired.
“See those red lines?”
“Infrared?”
“That stuff is lasers, strong enough to penetrate steel in seconds.
It’s better to go through the front,” explained the Judge, as he charged toward the main entrance.
Meanwhile, the prisoners who had emerged from their cells had already gathered by the prison’s main gate, waiting to ambush Song Yun and the Judge.
Besides them, about five soldiers armed with submachine guns were running towards the gate.
“Take out these guys within 30 seconds, or the armed police next door will come running,” the Judge said, and with another swing of his hand sent a wooden carving flying towards a distant soldier holding a submachine gun.
Bang.
It struck the soldier’s head, and he fell.
Just then, among the dozen or so death row inmates, a skinny bald man shifted slightly to one side, hiding behind the others.
He was a serial killer responsible for the deaths of beautiful women and was already sentenced to death, awaiting execution in a few days.
Yet he didn’t expect that he could still get out at night.
He wasn’t particularly interested in killing Song Yun and the Judge; instead, his gaze was fixed on a room not far away, where a female medic was intently treating prisoners.