Chapter 68: Chapter 68 Of course, the one holding the gun is more powerful_1
The long table broke in half, and plates fell to the ground, one after another.
In the blink of an eye, two prisoners were tangled up fighting, while the others quickly stepped back to avoid the fray.
Veronica was the first to blow her whistle, charging over, "Break it up! I said break it up!!"
When inmates in the core area fought, normally the only thing guards could do was call the riot squad since it was difficult for them to intervene on the spot, as many inmates in the core area had physical abilities far beyond those of normal humans.
The inmate who had just thrown a punch was clearly one of those individuals, the force behind his hip toss enough to cripple a normal person on the spot.
But Veronica didn’t hesitate, firstly because she was the captain of the riot squad, and secondly, because she was one of those with superhuman abilities!
The prisoner being attacked paid no heed to Veronica’s warning and continued to furiously beat down on his assailant, seemingly intent on killing him with his bare hands.
Veronica couldn’t hold back anymore, she picked up her baton, ready to strike that prisoner on the back.
But just then, the inmate suddenly turned around with an alert twist of his body and threw a heavy punch directly at Veronica’s face.
Veronica was taken aback and, on instinct, raised her baton to block it.
The iron baton clanged with the impact of the heavy punch, and the substantial force sent a painful shock through Veronica’s wrist.
Veronica staggered back two steps before finding her footing, then looked at the inmate with surprise, as very few in the core area could match her in hand-to-hand combat.
"Not bad, officer, want to go a round?" the young female inmate suddenly laughed, waving provocatively at her, her eyes shining with a strange golden light.
Veronica recognized her as the inmate from cell number ten in the core area—Carnivore Camila.
"So it is you. I told you to stop, didn’t you hear?"
Veronica frowned deeply, somewhat guessing it was her when she heard the name called out by the attacking inmate earlier.
Camila was a notorious figure Veronica had heard of during her time as a mounted policewoman.
She was a member of "Bloody Hand," a gang entrenched in the old district of Silvertown, the gang’s ace enforcer, unbeaten in gang brawls, known as the queen of the old district’s streets. She was imprisoned a year ago for accidentally killing a member of a rival gang.
This woman had such strength, reportedly because her ancestors had some Dragon Clan blood, also referred to as... a Dragonborn.
Having personally seen Camila’s golden eyes, which resembled those of reptiles in moments of excitement, Veronica felt that this rumor was probably not without merit.
"Come on, you saw it too. This trash started the trouble with me first." Camila pointed with her thumb over her shoulder, "This was self-defense, pure self-defense."
The inmate who had attacked her now lay in the middle of the completely broken table, nearly buried under a mound of plates and food, motionless and silent, dead or alive unknown.
"Move to the side and stay put!"
Veronica didn’t hesitate to push Camila aside, as the first order of business was to attend to the injured prisoner before dealing with the handling of the inmate.
But at that moment, Camila threw another unexpected punch, though Veronica managed to reflexively dodge to the side, allowing the fist to graze past her nose.
Veronica immediately countered with a kick to Camila’s stomach, forcing her to step back and dodge.
"Are you crazy!?" Veronica glared at Camila.
"It’s rare to encounter a match so equal in strength, it would be so disappointing not to have a good fight! Let’s see which is stronger, the Pureblood Werewolf or the Dragonblood of the Dragon Clan."
Carmilla fearlessly stared at Veronica, her face adorned with a wild smile, ready to burst into action at any moment.
At that moment, Veronica remembered something she had read in the files before: Carmilla was a battle lunatic addicted to violence who had even beaten up cellmates over trivial matters, which was why Aiden had no choice but to let her have a cell to herself.
The few exchanges they had just now seemed to have ignited Carmilla’s craving for a fight.
Just as Veronica found the situation troublesome, a figure suddenly leapt off the dining table behind Carmilla, soared high into the air while twisting her body, and delivered a spinning kick to the back of Carmilla’s head.
It was Avansa, one of the model prisoners appointed by Aiden. Seeing the commotion, she immediately executed Aiden’s orders to maintain order in the prison.
Carmilla still heard the noise of Avansa’s leap from the table and turned her head in time to solidly block the kick with her forearm.
"So you want a piece of this too, runt!" Carmilla grew even more excited, preparing to counterattack against Avansa as she landed.
But at that moment, Veronica commanded in a cold voice, "Don’t move! Or I’ll shoot."
Carmilla froze, turned her face, and was met with the barrel of Veronica’s raised gun—Avansa’s sneak attack had bought Veronica enough time to draw and aim her weapon.
"Hey hey, using a gun during a duel is pretty lame, don’t you think?" Carmilla raised her hands in surrender, with a look of resignation on her face.
No matter how formidable the physical condition, in the end, it’s just flesh and blood.
The guns issued to the guards in the core area were loaded with bullets designed specifically for supernatural creatures; even the Dragon Clan would not emerge unscathed if hit by a few shots.
If you were to ask who was stronger between the Dragon Clan and the Pureblood Werewolf... naturally, the one with the gun would be a bit more formidable.
"Who’s talking about a duel? I already warned you!" Veronica glared at Carmilla.
She was about to order Carmilla to kneel with her hands on her head, when the prisoner who had just been knocked down by Carmilla crawled out from under the broken long table.
"Carmilla!!" The prisoner roared and charged towards Carmilla again.
Veronica was startled by the sudden movement—normally, the injury the prisoner had just sustained should have broken several bones, yet not only was she able to get up, but she also had enough strength to launch another attack.
Moreover, the prisoner looked extremely eerie—her hair disheveled, both her skin and hair were a lifeless pale gray, and only her eyes burned with a ghostly blue flame, making her seem like a vengeful spirit out for blood.
Fortunately, Avansa acted quickly and rushed over, tripping the prisoner with a leg sweep. Then she pinned her face down, locking her hands behind her back and confiscating the dinner knife from her grip.
Veronica finally got a good look at the prisoner—it was Slyne, a celebrity of the core area just like Carmilla, residing in cell number nineteen.
"Carmilla! I’m going to kill you! Kill you!!" Slyne struggled furiously while screaming.
To this, Carmilla simply rolled her eyes: "What a nuisance!"
With no time to contemplate their feud, Veronica urgently called out to the other guards: "Quick, cuff them both!"
After shouting, she turned her gaze back and inadvertently made eye contact with Avansa.
After a brief silence, she chose to nod at Avansa, signaling her thanks.
