Calm down. Anyway, let’s find the ti machine first.
Li Cheng sighed. The good news is that the [Ergency Escape Card] in the Backpack is still lit up and can be used unconditionally. However, considering the bizarre teleportation thod of this mission and the dark humor of the killing field system,
it’s better to try completing the mission normally first to avoid being conned by the system next ti.
"Let check the Skill Bar..."
Li Cheng summoned the personal panel with a thought. The description of all skills in the Skill Bar has also changed.
[Dragon Breath] turned into [Children’s Version · Milk Dragon Breath], with dragon breath power similar to hot water.
[Rooting in Stone Technique] turned into [Playing Stone Residue Root Technique], temporarily transforming so limbs into stone, with a downward impact no greater than a tal baseball bat.
[Summoning Skill: Farr] is even more absurd, turning into [Summoning Skill: Fried Chicken and Beer], conjuring food and drink out of thin air, which only serves to fill the stomach.
Each skill’s Spiritual Power Value consumption averages around 10 points. With the current spiritual power gauge in this body, at most four skills can be played.
Similarly, the [Bat Hook Claw Gun] in the Equipnt Column turned into [Children’s Version · Sticky Hand Toy].
Similar to those sticky hands sold in small shops at the entrance of elentary schools.
[Bat Heavy Motorcycle] turned into [Auxiliary Bicycle].
[Three-dinsional Warehouse] turned into [Small Shop], not only reducing the storage space significantly but even the tank inside has beco a remote-controlled toy. Sa goes for guns and drones.
"Oh my..."
Li Cheng didn’t even know where to start complaining.
If the system is set to complete role-play mode, it would be more reassuring, because the killing field will not issue a certain death mission, which indirectly proves that it is possible to pass with just the toddler’s physique.
Yet, this is not complete role-playing; it also opens the possibility of using supernatural powers for players, leaving too many possibilities.
Too many choices instead interfere with players’ decisions.
Li Cheng cleared his chaotic thoughts. The first stage mission objective [Escape the Svip Prison] only has twenty minutes, every second counts.
Currently, his hands are handcuffed behind his back, unable to move freely, his eyes are covered by a blindfold, and his mouth is stuffed with a cotton towel. He can only listen carefully.
Sizzle—
Above his head cos the noise of a light bulb having poor contact, about 2.3 ters from himself.
From behind cos the sound of a water drop hitting ceramic, seemingly a faucet slightly leaking.
Li Cheng slowly moved his legs, asuring the bed with his sock-clad feet.
The bed asures 1.6 ters by 1 ter, made of tal, a single bed against the wall. The walls are wrapped in a layer of foam, providing soundproofing and protective functions, effectively preventing residents inside from suicide.
Li Cheng silently waited for more than a minute, confirming there was no second person’s breathing in the room besides himself, then adjusted his posture, first rubbing his feet together to remove the socks,
then back against the wall, leveraging the toddler body’s inherent flexibility, sharply bending over to hook off the blindfold on his face with toes.
His vision suddenly brightened; the room overall wasn’t much different from Li Cheng’s expectations, a cross between a single prison cell, detention room, and padded room of a ntal hospital.
The wall had no windows, a corner had a toilet, the main door was steel, impossible to break through with a child’s constitution. The door had a small flat flap-like window, presumably for delivering als.
Li Cheng shifted his position, the mirror’s reflection was a blonde girl with bright blue eyes, with pronounced mid-high latitude Northwestern European ethnic traits, around eight or nine years old.
There were obvious bruises on her arm.
"I knew it."
Li Cheng internally grumbled, the mirror’s little girl simultaneously made a painful expression.
Jeffrey Epstein is a notorious Jewish Arican businessman in the real world, born in 1953 in New York, Brooklyn, to a Jewish working-class family,
and when young, faked his academic qualifications to beco a teacher at the private Dalton College. During his teaching career in the 1980s, he t Wall Street executives, entered the financial world afterward, and in the 1990s, with male charm currying favor known retail industry entrepreneur and Victoria’s Secret founder Les Wexner.
Managing financial assets for him and getting a large breakup fee, during the internet boom in the United States, he rapidly amassed wealth, buying Little St. Jas Island and owning multiple top-level mansions in New xico, Palm Beach, New York, Paris, and London.
He always remained closely connected with wealthy Arican elites; his mansion in Palm Beach is only 1.6 kiloters away from a certain unnad mogul’s Mar-a-Lago estate. The two have been neighbors for years, and until before 2007, interacted as friends.
Under the guise of the elite circle, Epstein was actually a... pimp with global operations.
With his mistress, the daughter of the late British publishing titan and Mirror Group publisher Robert Maxwell, Ghislaine Maxwell,
they maintained a long and intricate connection with Israel’s intelligence services, and for years engaged in organizing pimp transactions, luring young girls to provide services to social elites under the pretext of recruiting masseuses.
From 2005 to 2017, repeatedly investigated and prosecuted for conspiracy regarding trafficking underage boys and girls, human trafficking, illegal detention, et cetera,
yet every ti, because of too solid and complicated network connections, secretly protected each ti by top Arican dignitaries,
(including but not limited to mbers of ichain, Black Pharaoh, Microsoft’s richest, Israel’s forr leader Ehud Barak), leading to every investigation resulting in nothing.
Until July 2019, again arrested by the FBI, a large amount of evidence found in his New York ho, on August 10, Epstein mysteriously committed suicide in prison.
No prison guard noticed, and the surveillance footage "accidentally" missed a minute.
Epstein case, spanning a long duration, involves nurous people, entwined with a broad swath of dignitaries, severe influence, like a wedge nailed into the heart of United States.
The shake to United States’ foundations, equivalent to ile assassination case.
Far exceeded similar cases that happened in Belgium, South Africa, and other world regions.
And the naless blonde girl Li Cheng is playing as, no doubt, an anonymous sacrifice in the deep, unfathomable darkness of Little St. Jas Island before Epstein’s exposure.
This island, is certainly not just for pimping...
Li Cheng knew clearly that the current situation was urgent, having glanced around the room and not finding any surveillance cara, he silently moved to the head of the bed.
Arched his back, putting all his weight heavily on his thumb, pressing down on the tal railing.
Click—
Thumb joint instantly dislocated, Li Cheng vigorously shook his hand, broke free from the handcuffs, and casually pulled the cotton towel from his mouth.
Judging by wrist impressions, these handcuffs have been worn for several hours.
Cotton towel soaked with saliva contained trace food residues.
Coupled with bruised arms, it seems envisioned that few hours ago, this little girl attempted escaping through food-spilling gap of so-called Svip prison.
But limited physical strength, soon caught back, handcuffs and leg irons added, mouth stuffed with cotton.
"It’s not looking good."
Li Cheng slightly furrowed brows, if given a healthy adult body, he’s confident even a pencil could break through the island.
But this 134 cm height, 30 kg weak body, indeed challenging to hold—jumping might not even kick guards’ knees.
Just as he muttered,
"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough—"
From outside the tal door, faintly ca a similar cough from a little girl.
Li Cheng instantly realized, three shorts three longs three shorts, clearly Morse code’s SOS distress signal.
Consciously signaling, only possible for players.
Feet on the ground, pulling outwards, tightening chains as much as possible avoiding any noise, quietly walked to tal door, pushed flat window upwards creating a crack.
Svip prison located underground, ahead is a not very wide concrete corridor, across corridor there’s a row of prison cells.
One cell’s flat window also opened, behind which a pair of bright watery eyes blinked.
The instant eyes t, Li Cheng and the other party understood each other’s player identity.
The other party extended finger, pointed corridor end, then gestured handgun shape, aning guards might be over there.
Li Cheng understood, made silent gesture, indicated no sound should be made.
Since speech is impossible, only lip reading is used.
’I’m Pifu, you?’
’Just call Oracle.’
Oracle? In Batman, spine damaged, wheelchair-bound first-generation Batgirl Barbara Gordon?
Strangely, a familiar feeling rose within.
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