Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Ten minutes had passed since the 8:15 live broadcast.
Warden Ryan moved his fat butt and sat back down on the couch in the live broadcast room.
He was exhausted!
His fat body did not allow him to stand for long periods of time. Moreover, the passionate speech earlier had sped up his physical exhaustion.
The live audience noticed Ryan’s condition too.
A few troublemakers got to their feet and loudly encouraged the warden Ryan to stand up again. For the sake of justice in Chicago and the people who had been blinded by Sean, they stood up bravely.
Ryan quickly swept his eyes over these people who were fanning the flames, and a trace of gloom flashed across his face.
Nevertheless, Ryan actually stood up again the next moment. He deliberately walked toward the audience and waved his arms vigorously as if he would not rest until he died.
He knew that he could not give up now. Maybe Sean was hiding in a dark corner and observing him.
“Citizens of Chicago!
“Today, you’ve witnessed a farce in the history of Chicago’s justice system.
“Who’s the instigator of this farce?!”
Ryan was extremely satisfied with the feedback from the audience.
He stood with his legs close together, touched his chest with his right palm, and took a 90-degree bow.
He was thanking the live audience and the people watching the broadcast.
Ryan had been doing this for more than a minute, which was not easy for someone with his fat body.
It felt like it was almost time, and he could hear the cheering.
Suddenly, the cheering disappeared! Silence took over the live broadcast room again.
Warden Ryan was about to straighten up when he saw a pair of shoes appear in front of him.
They were expensive Berluti men’s shoes that had been wiped clean, and the high-quality French calfskin gave off the scent of leather.
“I’m sorry, I just went to get my shoes polished.
“I sincerely apologize for my lateness.”
Ryan widened his eyes and slowly looked up. Sean was courteous like a standard gentleman.
Buzz!
The live broadcast room was still silent, but the people outside the venue went crazy.
“Ahhh! Sean is so handsome.”
“Hmph! I think that online writer is definitely more handsome.”
“Exactly. Don’t forget, if the online writer hadn’t helped him escape prison, Sean wouldn’t have survived until now.”
“Haha, look at the Warden’s nose. It’s dripping with sweat.”
Warden Ryan’s brain began to work quickly. He knew that he could give Sean any opportunities.
That was absolutely not allowed to happen.
Ryan quickly turned around and elegantly extended his left arm, signaling Sean to take a seat.
Sean politely smiled back. He walked slowly to the couch and sat down next to the host in the live broadcast room.
Right then, the host calmed down and directly began his monologue.
Ryan, who was sitting on the other side, stared at Sean, trying to detect something from his facial expression.
He was disappointed.
Sean had acted naturally as if he was not a fugitive from prison but a person at a social event when he first entered.
The host then briefly finished his monologue.
After a false request for Sean’s opinion, he quickly changed his role and became a warrior fighting for justice.
He represented the Chicago Correctional Center and the Chicago judicial system.
Ryan adjusted his solemn expression slightly and chided Sean, who was sitting across from him at the table. He told Sean about all the incriminating evidence.
He was in control and waiting for an opportunity.
On the other side of the table, Sean did not speak. He even began to look down, not daring to make eye contact with the warden.
His head got lower and lower to the point that he could only see the tip of his Berluti calfskin shoes.
He knew that Anna’s younger brother was among the audience members, ready to rush up and kill him at any moment.
‘Now!’
Boom!
A violent explosion rang out from the back of the audience seats in the live broadcast room.
The terrified audience quickly left their seats, clueless as to what had happened.
Everyone’s attention had been drawn by the explosion. Even the SWAT team on duty ran to the location of the explosion.
“Don’t panic! Everyone, don’t panic!”
Warden Ryan had already stood up and loudly comforted the chaotic audience.
Just as warden Ryan had brought some order to the tumultuous situation, an inexplicably ominous feeling rose in his heart.
He turned around abruptly.
Sean, who had been sitting on the sofa earlier, was gone!
Warden Ryan’s mind went blank. Before he could react, another series of shouts came from outside the live broadcast room.
He looked in the direction of the voices in a daze. A moment later, an armed SWAT officer walked through the dispersed smoke and fell onto the floor of the live broadcast room.
The SWAT officer has shouted at Ryan before he fell.
“Warden, there’s sleeping gas. Run!”
Ryan’s pupils contracted. He subconsciously turned around and ran.
He could not care less about the casualties among the SWAT officers. He ran out of the live broadcast room and out of the news center for what seemed like a long time.
There were a large number of officers from the Bomb Squad outside the news center. That was where it was safe.
After the fat Ryan ran out of the live broadcast room, he only took a few more steps before he was exhausted and out of breath.
Suddenly, Ryan found a familiar figure in front of him, wearing a pair of Berluti shoes.
Sean!
That d*mned Sean!
Warden Ryan took out his pistol and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang!
Following a few gunshots, Sean hid in an elevator.
When Ryan arrived at the elevator, he found that Sean was already ascending.
He immediately understood Sean’s intention.
Now that the news center was surrounded by the police, there was no way for him to escape.
Sean probably planned to run to the rooftop floor and find a way to leave, or he had accomplices meeting him there.
He watched the elevator go up and stop when it reached the 44th floor.
Ryan pressed the elevator button while he contacted the police outside the venue with his phone, asking them to send reinforcements.
When the elevator doors opened, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Sean had been shot.
The floor of the elevator was covered in blood.
Haha!
‘B*stard Sean, since you’re injured, I’m afraid that you won’t be able to get far.’
The warden felt that this was an opportunity, a chance to redeem himself.
He quickly got into the elevator and pressed the button for the 44th floor.
Meanwhile, Sean arrived on the 44th floor and entered an unusually large room. The room had been set up in a way that it resembled a scene from a movie.
The gray and cold walls were wrapped in electric wire, whereas the black iron door had the words “Shawshank State Prison” printed on it.
Just as Sean was enjoying the recreated Shawshank Prison, a mocking laugh came from behind him.
The warden, Ryan had caught up to him. He also noticed the room’s strange setting. It was a scene from Shawshank State Prison.
He thought it was perhaps a program that was being produced by the TV station as he moved closer and closer to Sean.
Sean dragged his injured right leg and stepped back a little.
The warden laughed at Sean and raised his gun, locking it on him.
At that moment, the warden said what he had been holding back for a long time.
“Are you still going to fight me?!
“Aren’t you good at running?!
“Your Uncle Thomas gave me a lot of money!
“Your uncle wanted you to die in prison!
“But you didn’t listen!”
Bang!
The thick prop wall fell to the ground, revealing the staff of the news center behind it.
They stared at Ryan with their mouths agape, the cameras in their hands still rolling.