Modern World Warlock-Chapter 101: Prison Break (Part 2)
When the two prison guards arrived at June’s cell, they opened the iron door and allowed the light from outside to enter the room.
The detective stood against the back wall of her cell, gritting her teeth and raising her arms, ready to fight back against the perverse guards.
One of the men was holding a baton, gently slamming it against his palm in a threatening way. The other man had a rope, which he kept stretching as if he was showcasing its durability.
"Now, detective… You don’t want to fight us," a guard said.
"Stay the fuck back!" June shouted, a vein popping out of her neck.
The perverted and evil smiles that the men had were the only thing that June could clearly see in that dark room, and as the two guards slowly approached her, she closed her eyes, full of regret.
*boom… boom… BOOM!* The rumbling sounds of explosions could be heard inside the cell, alerting June and the two guards.
"What was that?" A guard asked.
"Meh…" the other one shrugged, turning his attention back to the detective.
At that moment, the entire solitary confinement cell imploded all around the detective, as the walls and iron door were turned into dust.
Some of the debris flew straight at the guards’ faces, while June seemed to be enveloped by an invisible energy that disintegrated any piece of rock flying her way.
When the destruction ceased, the two guards stood in shock as they saw the completely intact woman standing in the center of the destroyed room.
The back wall had an opening that led through the prison all the way to the outside courtyard, and the side walls and iron door had been utterly deleted.
"Wh-what the fuck did you do!?" A guard exclaimed, pulling out his gun from his holster.
Nonetheless, as soon as he pointed his weapon at the detective, his entire arm was blown away by the same invisible force, making the man cry out in pain while kneeling on the ground.
From the hole in the back wall leading to the courtyard, Dante appeared, wearing his full mask so that the cameras wouldn’t identify him as his jacket flowed against the wind current.
When June saw the man, she felt fear for a brief moment as Dante’s crimson eyes glared at the guards with an intimidating aura.
"Apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you…" Dante commented.
’I know that voice!’ June thought, recognizing the warlock.
The alarms of the prison started ringing as the red lights on the walls spun rapidly, making the second guard pull out his gun.
"Hey… What the hell were you two about to do?" Dante asked the guard, noticing the rope and baton on the floor.
"Shut up. Hands up, now!" the guard shouted.
"Shoot me, coward," Dante defiantly said.
*Bang!* The guard shot, making the man let out a nervous smile.
However, when he looked back at the warlock, he was holding the bullet in his palm, flicked it with his thumb, and threw it back at the guard, hitting him in the chest with a force just as strong as a gun.
"You two are the worst kinds of people that could ever exist…" Dante said, stomping on the face of the guard with the bullet wound.
"Did you become policemen so you could safely commit your atrocities? Honestly, sometimes humans can be worse than demons…" he continued.
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The guard who lost his arm reached for his companion’s gun but was kicked in the face by June, who snapped out of her shock to help Dante, slightly surprising him.
"Destro," he said, blowing away the other arm of the man.
Dante could have obliterated their bodies along with the cell with the very first destro he cast. However, the warlock couldn’t resist making horrible people suffer before their deaths.
["Dante, you gotta move quickly…"] Camille said on the intercom.
"Hmm, you two are lucky…" Dante said, casting a final destro that turned the two guards into dust.
June was perplexed and scared but somehow relieved—emotions that the warlock was able to sense.
"I know you don’t trust me, but I’m here to get you out… If you want," Dante commented.
"So, it is you… I knew it," June replied.
"Umm, yeah. It is me…" the warlock said, scratching the back of his head, expecting the woman to tell him off.
’Hmm?’ Dante’s attention was caught by the woman’s flow of energy, which seemed a bit different than before.
June still didn’t entirely trust the warlock, but she still held her hand out as if asking for help, prompting Dante to intuitively hold her hand and carry her in her arms like a princess.
"What are you doing!?" she asked, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"I sensed that you wanted my help… It was only for a brief second, but it was there," the warlock said with a smirk.
"Let’s get you out of here, detective," he continued, asking the woman to brace herself.
"Brace myself for whaaaaaaaat-" June’s screams echoed in the prison as Dante bolted out to the courtyard through the gaping hole he had created in the building.
’What the hell is this speed!?’ the detective thought.
When they got out in the open, large groups of guards were gathered around the hole in the wall, pointing their weapons at the warlock.
"Put the woman down and get on the ground!" a policeman yelled.
"Miss, brace yourself again," Dante muttered.
This time, however, June listened to his warning and held tightly onto his neck, seeing the black feathered wings that appeared on his back.
’Woah…’ June thought, her eyes widened with surprise and admiration.
With a single flap, the warlock rose dozens of meters into the air and launched himself straight out of the prison grounds, spinning a few times mid-air to avoid the bullets that flew towards him.
June closed her eyes out of fear, but when Dante’s flying stabilized, she opened them and found the night city in the distance quite beautiful.
The woman couldn’t see Dante’s face with the mask, but the warlock had a satisfied expression, as he could feel the woman’s gratitude while flying away.
