Chapter 290: Prison Brawl
Bang!
The heavy steel door slammed shut behind Ron. Thanks to his efforts, he got his wish and was dressed in the same orange prison uniform as Hobbs, locked up in the cell right next to him.
And the person in the cell directly across from his was none other than Deckard Shaw, whom he had beaten badly before.
Ron made a face at the camera in his cell. No one would believe it if he said that even this was a coincidence!
"Ron, thank you, but you really didn't have to do this for me." Tired of trading barbs with Shaw, Hobbs thanked Ron while using the solid metal table as a makeshift barbell.
"Don't get me wrong, big guy. I'm not here specifically to rescue you. I just had a question for you."
"What?"
Ron stared at Hobbs's gleaming bald head for a moment, then sighed. "Never mind, it's pointless now."
He now felt that getting locked up with Hobbs had been the dumbest decision of all. If Hobbs truly knew the reason behind Dom's actions, he wouldn't have been thrown in here.
Although this move was partly a show for the authorities, Ron was absolutely certain that, given Mr. Nobody's character, he would orchestrate a prison riot within a day, giving Hobbs an opportunity to slip out.
Although Hobbs seemed utterly clueless to Ron, his combat skills made him an indispensable asset to Mr. Nobody, who had no one else to rely on.
Ron didn't believe he would keep his prized operative locked up forever.
However, although Hobbs quieted down, Shaw, who couldn't find an opponent over there, fixed his eyes on Ron again: "Hey, Ron, I didn't expect you to end up in here too. Welcome to the club. What crime did you commit? Did you take out a foreign ambassador? Or did you accidentally whack the Secretary of Defense? Tell me and brighten my day."
"Would you believe me if I said I killed the current Vice President?"
"Tsk, newcomers' bragging is getting less and less original. Why don't you say you assassinated the President? Then I might look at you with a little more respect." Deckard Shaw smirked.
"Moron! You don't think I'm here for a long stay like you, do you?" Ron rolled his eyes. "I can't get used to the food here. I prefer a good burger and fries for lunch."
Shaw taunted him mercilessly, "Hey, kid, you think you can order DoorDash in here?"
"Why not?" Ron produced a cell phone from his pocket in front of both of them, proudly waving it at them before even showing it to the cameras. Shaw's eyes widened, unable to figure out where he'd hidden the phone.
"Hey! What's wrong with the prison's security?" In the surveillance room, someone watching the situation through the cameras slammed the table in frustration. "How could he have smuggled such a large phone into the prison? Are your metal detectors broken?!"
Although he knew Ron was known as a magician, able to conjure up all sorts of gadgets at any moment, he had never expected Ron to be able to fool even a metal detector.
This slap in the face came too quickly.
But even more embarrassing things were yet to come.
Before the warden could say anything, Mr. Nobody's phone rang. He picked it up, and it was Ron.
Ron waved at the camera. "Hey, for lunch, I want a bacon cheeseburger with extra pickles, BBQ pulled pork sandwich, buffalo wings with ranch, and finally, a plate of loaded nachos. I want the burger cooked medium-rare, and make sure those wings are extra spicy. That's all, hurry up and bring it over."
Mr. Nobody felt as if a stampede of bulls was trampling over him. Extra spicy!
But that wasn't the end of it. Ron, covering the microphone with one hand, shouted to Hobbs next door, "Big guy, what do you want for lunch? Sky's the limit, you're welcome. Master Cooper's buying everything today!"
If Mr. Nobody hadn't known Ron would cause trouble, he would have nearly had an aneurysm.
Come on, you're in federal prison, and you're still ordering whatever you want? What do you think this is? A sports bar?
Mr. Nobody was furious, his glare further embarrassing the sweating warden. "Um... I'll have the kitchen prepare those dishes right now, you see..."
"He's eating prison slop!" Unable to contain his anger, Mr. Nobody slammed the table and stood up. "This is a federal prison! Not a restaurant! Cut all the power in this prison right now, and get those three bastards out!"
Suddenly, a blaring alarm sounded, and the prison went dark. Emergency lights immediately illuminated the interior. Just as the prisoners' eyes finally adjusted to the flashing light, they opened their eyes to find that the iron gates that had trapped them had opened!
The road to freedom beckoned them.
Hobbs immediately understood Mr. Nobody's intention and shouted into the camera, "No! I'm not leaving, Nobody! I'm innocent. If I leave, I'll leave the right way!"
But Deckard Shaw was quicker than him. The moment the cell door opened, he leaped out like a caged animal.
Ron, enraged, slapped Hobbs's bald head. "What are you waiting for, idiot?! Whether we get out or not, we'll beat up Deckard Shaw first! The escape may fail, but Shaw must get his ass kicked!"
Ron casually knocked down a prison guard who came to maintain order, handed his baton to Hobbs, and then nimbly dodged with a slip-and-weave motion, a classic boxing move.
"Pop, pop!" Two rubber bullets missed, hitting the metal wall behind him. Ron had already stepped forward, dropping both guards with swift punches, and seized two riot guns designed to fire rubber bullets.
These weapons fired rubber projectiles. While they couldn't penetrate like real bullets, the immense kinetic energy provided by the powder charge made them hit like a heavyweight boxer's punch, instantly leaving a nasty bruise.
An ordinary person would drop to the ground immediately in excruciating pain after being hit by such a round, but the muscular monster Hobbs was obviously not ordinary. He charged forward despite the rubber bullets from the prison guards. With a swing of his baton, he took down one guard, then headbutted another's helmet with his big bald dome, and the remaining one immediately went down.
Hobbs's eyes were bloodshot, and he spotted Deckard Shaw's position in the crowd and rushed over like a freight train.
Ron jumped onto the railing, tucked two riot guns under his arms, and fired down the prison corridor without distinguishing between friend and foe: "If you want to party, then let's really party, boys! Dance for me!"
Mr. Nobody shook his head while watching the surveillance.
Damn, this lunatic—how does Ron look like a prisoner? He's clearly here to turn these poor prisoners and guards into his personal entertainment!
(End of this chapter)
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