I Made Perfect Accidents with a Pen After I was Released from Prison - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Magical Criminal Technique

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Phew!”

Lott took a deep breath.

The muscles in his arms had been tense for a long time and they were trembling uncontrollably.

He shook his head and suppressed the many distracting thoughts in his mind.

It had been five years.

He was constantly worried about Yisha’s condition.

He had to first confirm the situation of the most important person in his life!

Lott swept his gaze forward.

He quickly walked over.

He got on a bus and slowly left the place – the place that had transformed him.

…

Chicago’s Coma Care Center.

Leaning against the window, he finally saw the person he missed day and night.

The loneliness and anger in his heart had all disappeared.

Lott saw Yisha, who was like a sleeping beauty, with her eyes closed.

“She’s so beautiful…”

When Lott walked to her bedside, his fingers were trembling. He wanted to touch his girlfriend’s pale face.

For five years, he was tormented and surrounded by guilt and loneliness every day.

Lott’s eyes were wet.

“It’s okay, I’m back.

“I’ll kill those enemies one by one with my own hands.”

Lott rested his hand on Yisha’s cheek and said slowly.

It was as if he had sworn to her solemnly.

After a long time, he stood up.

He thanked Emma, the nurse who had been taking care of Yisha for the past five years.

He gave her a large sum of money.

These were the gifts from the people in the prison.

He only took a small portion of it.

After all, he had sold all his valuables.

If he wanted revenge, he would need money.

Lott picked up his bag and left the nursing ward reluctantly.

The moment he stepped out of the nursing center, his expression gradually turned cold.

These five years had not been in vain.

Ever since he entered the prison, in his field of vision, a search box like “Google” would often appear out of thin air.

He was really bored.

He tried to type a line of words in the search box.

“How to kill a gang leader without leaving any evidence.”

He clicked on the confirmation button.

The steps of different methods appeared in front of Lott.

The steps of each method were varied, but the results were the same!

All the results pointed to the death of the “gang leader of the Chicago prison”!

From then on, Lott used this method to kill his enemies in the prison.

He became the grim reaper that everyone in the Chicago prison feared.

What Lott was searching for now was: “How to complete a perfect crime and kill the heir of the Chicago Corporation, Ian, without leaving any evidence?”

As he had thought, dense streams of information appeared in his sight.

Lott looked at the first of all the methods.

This method was usually the most effective and simplest.

He could only see what it said.

“On 1 May 2021 at 3:28:19, place a 3.5-centimeter-long, 1-square-centimeter-wide, 2.8-gram pencil in the trash can at the Chicago government intersection.”

“Tomorrow?

“Can I kill Ian with a pencil?”

Lott looked at the method.

Although he was already familiar with it, he was still a little surprised.

When he faced the prison guard who had provoked him, the system had prompted him.

As long as he turned on the tap in the toilet at a fixed time, he did not have to worry about anything.

In theory, all he had to do was mindlessly follow the steps given in the method.

Then, he would reach his final goal.

Lott was very much looking forward to it.

How would the system use a cheap pencil to take the life of the heir to the Chicago Corporation?

…

In a newly rented cheap room.

The light was dim and the space was narrow.

Lott was very focused as he carefully sharpened a wooden pencil in his hand.

Wood chips kept falling between his fingers.

The process was very slow because the system was very strict.

If it did not meet the specific requirements, the system would notify him that it had failed.

It had taken Lott ten minutes to turn on the tap the in prison.

At this moment, he was placing a pencil on a scale with a precision of milligrams.

His eyes were focused on the changes in the data.

Beside him, there were already dozens of failed products that the system had marked as “mistakes”.

He had accumulated previous experiences.

He was confident that he could reach the set requirements.

He saw that the scale was gradually becoming balanced.

Lotte looked at the pencil in his hand that the system had shown as a success. A smile appeared on his calm face.

At this moment, he stood up.

Walking by the curtain, a beam of light suddenly appeared in the dark space.

Shining on the pencil, it emitted the light of justice!

…

Lott put on his clothes.

On 1 May 2021 at exactly 3:00pm Chicago time, he appeared from the subway exit.

Most of his body was blocked by a black coat that he had carefully selected.

He walked on the street like a normal person.

Suddenly, he stopped.

This was the Chicago government intersection. He saw a trash can here.

On it was a message that only he could see.

“Where to put the pencil.”

Lott pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the watch on his wrist.

It was almost time.

He looked at the usual black trash can at the end of the road.

It still had the water stains from the previous day’s rain.

He started counting the time on his watch, waiting for the system to prompt him.

…

3:13:21.

3:20:48.

3:26:10.

Time did not change according to one’s will.

He was cold and cruel.

Lott’s eyes were not only looking at his watch.

They were also constantly observing the situation around him.

Beside him was an old man basking in the sun.

In the distance, a young man was leisurely riding a bicycle.

A fashionable woman was passing by on the road.

The red signal light started to turn green.

A bus appeared.

Under all these extremely normal circumstances, the familiar roar of a sports car engine suddenly exploded on the street!

“Looks like what should’ve come has come.”

Lott muttered softly.

“Time’s up.”

He looked at the time on his watch.

At this moment, the signal light had turned green.

Lott wrapped the black coat he had a little tighter and stepped on the zebra crossing on the asphalt road.

He took out a plastic bag with a pencil from his coat pocket.

It was precise to the millisecond.

Lott stood in front of the black trash can.

Lott raised the pencil and began to adjust the position according to the method given by the system.

It was a very complicated item.

He had put all his energy into fine-tuning the pencil.

Finally, the pencil was perfect for the system.

After that, Lott pulled his coat, lowered his head, turned around, and walked away.

He knew it was best not to be there at the moment.

However, he could not control himself.

Lott did not go too far in the end.

Instead, he stood by the traffic light not far away.

He could see everything at the intersection.

…

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

The roaring engine, the black Aston Martin, appeared!