graves' current situation is not very good. There are dozens of guards in front of him, blocking the corridors tightly, giving him no chance to escape.
At the same time, the guns in the hands of the guards were also aimed at his chest.
But he wasn't worried at all, he grinned, showing the two rows of teeth that were biting the cigar.
Brand new bullets were stuffed into the huge round drum of the shotgun, making a crisp click.
This voice had a life-threatening deterrent effect, and it was so loud that everyone present could hear it, making people think of what effect this thick bullet would have on people.
The guards on the opposite side seemed to be frightened by graves who suddenly appeared at the door.
At this moment, the fat captain of the guards squeezed out of the human wall formed by his subordinates, and said in a tone that was based on the crowd, "Give up, Graves."
"We have twenty people here, and you are only one."
"Hurry up and release Director Sharp, you still have a chance to live."
"That's true!" graves shouted without showing weakness: "If you want to go home alive today, you'd better call more people."
Having said that, he took a quick breath on the cigar in his mouth, and a large amount of smoke drifted around.
"It's time to work!"
Leaps into the crowd, then roll sideways, dodging the guards' first barrage, while throwing a canned object at their feet.
Immediately, smoke thicker than cigars began to fill the corridor, and the choking smell strongly stimulated everyone's senses, causing the guards to cover their mouths and noses and keep coughing.
[smoke screen ]
[ fires a smoke canister at the target area creating a cloud of smoke that reduces sight range. Enemies caught in the initial impact are dealt magic damage and have their Move Speed reduced briefly. ]
graves, who was in the thick fog, was not affected at all. He knelt on one knee, raised the shotgun to his waist, pulled the trigger with his thick fingers, and the muzzle of the gun spit like electricity.
The deafening sound of gunfire shattered the glass in the corridor, and the unloaded bullets shattered the hearts of the guards.
Losing their vision, everything is white in front of them that they couldn't even tell which direction the bullet came from.
In an inexplicable panic, they lost their life.
Four seconds later, the smoke gradually dissipated, and most of the guards were covered in holes made by shotguns.
The few who survived were also lingering, lying on the ground and rolling around, wailing helplessly.
Among the guards, the one who was the least injured was their captain. Just now, he hid behind everyone and avoided some injuries.
Now he is leaning against the wall, looking at graves, with a look of astonishment. he is bleeding from more than a dozen wounds on his body, but he doesn't know it.
graves stood up and kicked away the scattered shells, lowered the muzzle, and walked slowly to the captain of the guard.
In a small space, the already huge shotgun became more exaggerated.
After digging out his numb ears, graves crouched down and said, "Give me the key."
The captain of the guard seemed to be frightened. He didn't react at all to his words. He just opened his mouth slightly and stared blankly ahead.
graves sighed helplessly and pressed the cigar that was about to burn out on his face.
With the rise of a cloud of White smoke, the fat guard Captain let out a howl like a slaughtering pig.
He tried to break free, but graves pressed him to the ground with one hand and he couldn't move.
"The key is here, take it away !" The captain took out a bunch of keys as if waking up from a dream, and kept shaking them in front of graves.
After grabbing the key that could open the cell door, graves raised his gun and gave him a good sleep, then turned around and returned to the director's room.
At this time, Sharp was throwing a ladder out of the window, which he found from nowhere.
Seeing graves coming in, he hurriedly returned to the chair and sat down, his face twisted for a while.
And the ladder, which was abandoned by its owner, slipped from the windowsill.
A few seconds later, the ladder made a dull sound, making the director's face even more ugly, but graves laughed out loud.
However, he thought that the director would be too embarrassed, so he quickly corrected his attitude and said sternly, "Dear director, it's time for me to go."
Sharp, whose forehead was covered in fine sweat, asked instinctively, "Where are you going?"
"Of course, I'm going to meet everyone in the cell." graves said.
Knowing that it would never end well for him if he entered the cell, the director shook his head into a rattle while his body kept shrinking back.
"you are not going there, I won't let you go!"
He clung to the armrests on both sides of the chair and shouted hysterically. His usual delicate and calm appearance had long been thrown into the clouds.
Seeing his deceptive appearance, graves was amazed: "It seems that I was too polite to you just now, making you a little confused about your situation."
Saying that he violently kicked Sharp's abdomen.
The terrifying force directly caused the sharp to crash into the wall behind him with his chair and with a loud bang, a big hole was opened in the wall, and the chair was also broken down. Sharp covered his abdomen. He knelt on the ground, while his whole body trembling with pain.
graves put his destiny on his head and said coldly, "Get up and follow me."
sharp didn't speak this time and slowly stood up while covering his stomach.
graves, who had a violent expression just now suddenly changed his expression and said with a smile:
"director, please go first."
Sharp glanced at him blankly, then stepped out of the room, while graves was close behind him, obviously using him as a shield.
Except for halfway through, sharp rested for a while due to abdomen pain, no other accident happened, and the two went downstairs smoothly.
When the building door was opened, the consequences were obvious. A large number of guards surrounded the entire administrative building on the third floor on the left and the right.
After seeing the two come out, they quickly pulled the bolt and aimed the muzzle at the graves behind the director.
"Oh, I'm flattered by such a big crowd." graves said in an exaggerated tone.
At the same time, he put his hand on Sharp's shoulder and hid the important parts of his body behind him.
Although it may not be possible to hide the grave's huge body, as long as the opposite side dares to shoot, Sharp would be the first to die.
In the end, the guards who try to threaten him did not dare to do anything but sent a representative to negotiate with him.
The man timidly stepped out of the crowd, holding a loudspeaker in his hand, and began to shout:
"Malcolm Graves!"
"We advise you not to be stubborn, let go of the director as soon as possible, and surrender yourself."
"Otherwise, the entire Arkham will not let you go, your end will be very miserable!"