When graves woke up, it was already the next morning.
Because of the particularity of the Arkham Asylum, most of the inmates in the asylum have some mental illness, so the asylum did not arrange a schedule. It is similar to the kind of labor program in other prisons, fearing that something will happen.
Prisoners spend most of their time in their cells doing their business, and only have half an hour of free time in the afternoon every day.
And graves asked Andy when all the guards and nurses would be dispatched to supervise the prisoners, including the new guard, Edmond. he was ready to implement the first step of the plan at this time.
Just like yesterday, graves had lunch surrounded by his followers. Looking at the rest of the prisoners who dared not to speak out, he scoffed in his heart.
In the future, there will be times when you will thank me!
After finally waiting until the afternoon, when it was time to let prisoners out, graves couldn't wait to come to the playground surrounded by high walls and barbed wire.
The guards with live ammunition stood and stare at the swarming prisoners.
There are watchtowers around the high wall, with snipers standing by at all times, and countless surveillance cameras aimed at the playground to monitor the movements of prisoners in all directions, and there is no blind spot.
With such strict security, escaping seems like a luxury.
But for today's extrajudicial madman graves.
Some guards were a little irritated when he stared at them, one guard couldn't help but scolded him.
graves turned a deaf ear, as if he was not talking to him, and searched for the target on his own.
"Haha, so you are here!"
Immediately afterward, he walked toward the guard who was unaware.
Standing in front of the gray administrative building in Arkham, Edmond was kicking the stones under his feet boredly. He didn't like this place, and it was far worse than the female prisoner before.
There was stinky masculinity everywhere, which made him feel very unaccustomed.
he has to Be sure to find a way to adjust it back!
Just as Edmond was considering whether to give the dean the savings he had accumulated over the years, begging him to change his post, a behemoth appeared in front of him.
The huge figure completely enveloped his short body, he was so frightened that he almost cried out.
When Edmond looked up and saw graves' rough face, most of his soul was lost, and he could only say tremblingly, "You... what are you doing?"
"I warn you, it's all our people here."
"As long as you dare to touch me, someone will kill you immediately."
graves grinned: "Since you say that, then I suddenly want to try it."
Edmond, who was squatted on the ground said: "if you Try...try something."
graves' teeth were so white that they were dazzling. The guard next to him saw that the atmosphere between the two was not right, and came hurried over to hold the graves' shoulder: "Graves, calm down, don't make it difficult for us."
When the other guards saw this, they rushed here quickly, they were stopped by the graves' loyal followers, but they didn't dare to act too blatantly.
They just pretended to push and abuse each other, slowing down the guard's support.
In an instant, the playground was in chaos, with quarrels, shouts, and endless smoke and dust on the ground, as if there was a tendency to form a big melee.
Seeing that the situation was going to be out of control, graves broke free from the hand that was holding his shoulder and threw the first punch at Edmond.
This punch, like a charging horn, made all the prisoners boil like a pot.
They went crazy and began to attack guards with guns, but the guards had no choice but to return fire with batons because they had not received an order to shoot.
Until a thin prisoner deliberately grabbed the gun from the guard, causing the situation to slide into the abyss.
Under the panic and confusion, the guard looked at the prisoner who was rushing toward him and subconsciously pulled the trigger.
There was a loud gunshot, and the prisoner fell into a pool of blood. His thin and frail face was somewhat familiar, very much like one of the graves' meat divisions yesterday.
The sound of gunfire set off a chain reaction, and more stressed guards chose to shoot.
In an instant, the whole Arkham Asylum was full of gunshots, a large number of prisoners fell in rows, and the blood that flowed out pooled into a small river on the ground.
The news of the riot here quickly spread, and the current director of the lunatic asylum, Quincy Sharp, personally brought people to suppress it. And he was accompanied by his most trusted partner, Dr. Marin Ryland.
It was also Dr. Marin who tortured graves that day.
The most elite team under Quincy sharp, wearing bulletproof vests and holding explosion-proof shields, quickly separated the guards from the prisoners. Then, they started beating everyone with a baton involuntarily.
"Put down your weapons, hug your heads, and squat down!"
A roar resounded in the ears of prisoners who recovered their senses triggered their muscle memory, and hurriedly hugged their heads and lay on the ground to show that they were not a threat.
Huge riots were suppressed in mere minutes.
Except for the bad luck of a few guards, most of the dead were prisoners. According to the situation on the scene, graves' escape plan seemed to have failed just like that.
But if you look closely, you will find that all the followers who are loyal to him have survived this riot.
The moment the Quincy appeared, they were already squatting with their heads down together, watching everything that happened on the playground with cold eyes.
It was a premeditated riot.
The chaotic crowd and the corpses on the ground made Quincy Sharp feel extremely angry.
He twisted the white silk scarf into a ball in his hand.
Since Arkham was built, there has never been such a major security crisis, which made him explain to the old guys on the board.
"Who can tell me what happened here!".
The captain of the guard rolled and crawled in front of Sharp, swallowed nervously, and then said, "director, it's... Graves that caused the riot."
"Graves?" Quincy Sharp couldn't remember the name.
Dr. Marin next to him bowed slightly and explained, "It's one of my patients, director."
Sharp nodded knowingly, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, wiped them with a silk scarf, and asked, "So, where is this person now?"
"Report to the director!" The captain of the guard pointed to the corner of the administrative building: "He's there."
Looking in the direction of his fingers, Sharp saw a burly man punching a guard and thrashing wildly.
Judging from the guard's occasional twitching feet, it seemed impossible to survive.
"Kill him." The dean put on his glasses and said in a cold voice, " Ah, director.." The captain of the guard was suddenly at a loss, so he could only turn his eyes for help to Marin next to him.
Marin didn't seem to want to lose a strong toy just like that, so he persuaded: "director, there are enough prisoners who died today, not one more ."
"Give him to me, I have many ways to relieve your hatred."
sharp's lake blue eyes looked at the two subordinates without any emotion: "I said, kill him!"
Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Marin stopped talking in vain.
When the captain of the guard saw this, he immediately called two guards with guns and pointed their guns at the back of the graves.
After several consecutive shots, graves slowly fell to the ground, and the two guards who had emptied their magazines returned to the team.
Sharp covered his mouth and nose with a silk scarf, and said to his subordinate, "Hurry up and dispose of these disgusting corpses."