radicalducati Chapter 951 Kiel in the Vacuum
Chapter 951 Kiel in the Vacuum
Grazcalau Prison, a silent behemoth built of greyish-white boulders at the foot of the Austrian Alps.
The air is perpetually filled with disinfectant, old stone grime, and a lingering, damp chill.
The corridor was high up, with narrow, wire-mesh-lined vents at the top that sparingly let in a little natural light, but couldn't illuminate the deep passageway below.
Kiel was walking along this main road.
She was wearing a slightly oversized white short-sleeved shirt, the kind issued by the prison, the rough cotton fabric gleaming coldly under the overhead light.
The shirt was empty underneath, without the restraint of an undershirt, making the friction of the fabric as she walked all the more noticeable. In the prison's unique, scrutinizing atmosphere, she felt a deliberately emphasized vulnerability and exposure.
He wore dark gray trousers and hard-soled leather shoes, which made a clear, monotonous, echoing "click, click" sound as he stepped on the cool terrazzo floor.
Her hands were locked in front of her by a pair of bright silver handcuffs that looked exceptionally delicate and sturdy. The skin on her wrists was slightly red from the coldness of the metal and the occasional friction.
Her long hair was simply tied back, with a few stray strands sticking to her sweaty forehead and neck.
Her face was still pale, but her eyes were no longer empty; instead, they had been tempered into a cold, highly vigilant sharpness, like a mother wolf licking her wounds.
There were guards both in front and behind.
The four people in front formed a loose but effective fan shape, blocking the way and sealing off both sides. The two people behind followed in unison.
The heavy sound of boots hitting the ground, mixed with the soft clatter of her leather shoes, echoed in the corridor.
Further ahead of this escort team, almost parallel to Kiel and slightly ahead, walked the kava and vodka.
Kava's face was ashen, his steps heavy, revealing suppressed irritability. His gaze swept across every iron gate, small window, and shadowy corner along the way like a searchlight.
Vodka, on the other hand, was much quieter. His burly frame was like a moving wall. His gaze behind his sunglasses was mainly fixed on what was in front of him and on the back of Kava, but occasionally, he would glance very quickly at Kiel, who was being escorted behind him, with a complex and unfathomable look in his eyes.
Everything seemed to be just another ordinary, oppressive transfer.
However, just as they were passing through a crossroads—
The two guards who had been silently following behind paused almost imperceptibly. Their eyes met briefly, so quickly it was like an illusion.
One of them casually brushed his left hand across the equipment belt on his right lower back, while the other tapped his right index finger almost imperceptibly twice on his thigh.
A chill ran down Kiel's spine almost instantly.
The instinctive intuition against malice and danger honed through a long career as a secret agent became alert at this moment.
The air currents, the almost imperceptible erratic rhythm of footsteps, and the faint yet distinct "scent" suddenly emanating from the two people behind me—
It wasn't the prison guards' daily numbness, but rather a kind of... cold determination to act.
The hairs on her neck stood on end slightly, but her face remained expressionless, and even the frequency of her steps did not change. Only her handcuffed hands clenched almost imperceptibly at the fingertips.
Between lightning and flint!
The guard on the left rear has moved!
Without warning, he suddenly accelerated, not to pounce on Kiel, but like a shadow, swiftly swept past Kiel's left side at an astonishing speed!
Almost at the same instant, the guard on the right also started moving and swept past Kiel's right side!
The two men instantly bypassed the "target" being escorted and rushed straight at the two guards on the outer side of the four guards who had their backs to them!
The guard on the left, who had rushed forward, had his right hand flash out from behind him less than half a meter past Kiel—not a baton, but a black, compact stun gun with a blue glowing handle indicating it was charging!
With a clear objective and ruthless precision, he reached out like a venomous snake the instant he approached the guard who had not yet fully reacted. The fully charged electrode head, crackling with a chilling blue-white arc of electricity, stabbed fiercely into the guard's unprotected side of the neck!
"Ugh—!"
A violent crackling of electricity and a short scream rang out simultaneously! The attacked guard trembled violently, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed forward without uttering a sound.
This sudden attack was like throwing a spark into a suffocating oil depot!
The narrow prison corridor instantly transformed into a primal battleground.
After the stun gun fired by the guard on the left struck the target in the neck, he didn't stop there. He followed up with a vicious elbow strike to the temple of another guard who was turning around in a panic. The man let out a muffled groan, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed limply.
In the blink of an eye, two of the four lead guards were gone!
The reaction of cava is extreme.
Hearing the strange noise behind him and glancing back at the reflection, he drew his gun, turned around, and aimed almost in one fluid motion. The dark muzzle of the gun was already pointed at the attacker who had just successfully elbowed the third guard!
The two were no more than three meters apart!
"You're asking for it!" Kava's eyes flashed with ferocity as he pulled his index finger toward the trigger.
However, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, the attacker abandoned the third guard who was right next to him without hesitation the moment the kava gun was pointed at him, and suddenly turned around!
The stun gun in his hand, still crackling and arcing with deadly blue light, wasn't aimed at Kavajiu's gun-wielding hand, but rather, with a ruthless, suicidal intent, it was thrust straight at Kavajiu's face!
The distance is too close and the speed is too fast!
Kava's pupils contracted sharply, and he abruptly stopped pulling the trigger. His right hand, holding the gun, suddenly rose to block, while his left hand flashed out to grab the wrist of the other person holding the stun gun!
"Ugh—!" The two arms intertwined, instantly engaging in a struggle!
The electrodes of the stun gun exploded wildly less than ten centimeters from Kava's eyes, filling the air with a pungent smell of ozone.
The attacker was clearly well-trained in close combat; his wrists were as firm as iron clamps as he desperately pressed the electrified gun barrel against the kava.
Kava's forehead veins bulged, his teeth clenched so tightly they creaked, and with superior strength and ferocity, he held on, slowly pushing the dangerous arc of electricity away from his face.
Sweat dripped from his temples, into his wide-open eyes, stinging them.