In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1193: The Cry of the Lamb (5)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

United States, Colorado, Denver, Florence Mega Prison, 7:20 pm.

A giant van truck with a black front and a white rear stopped on a concrete road made of special materials. Due to the heavy weight and strong inertia of the vehicle, when the brakes were stepped on, the tires left marks on the road. A black trail.

Four FBI special **** vehicles followed behind the van truck. After the truck stopped, the leading vehicle continued to move forward, turned a corner and stopped in front of the truck.

After the small vehicle stopped, the four doors opened simultaneously, and four armed policemen with live ammunition came out of the vehicle and lined up on both sides of the truck.

The last **** vehicle pulled up at the back of the truck, and this time, two agents in FBI field uniforms, a scholar in a suit, and Dai in a civilian uniform stepped out of the vehicle. Weiss.

After getting out of the car, Davis put on his sunglasses first. Even though it was night, so many vehicles gathered together, and the headlights were a bit dazzling. William in a suit stepped forward and shook hands with him, Davis glanced at him, but said nothing.

Davis picked up the walkie-talkie at his waist and began to direct the armed police and special agents on the scene to carry out the last step of the escort, which was to transport the prisoner to the prison.

After all the commanders and armed personnel entered the scene, special drivers drove other small vehicles out of the scene to prevent someone from interfering with the **** in advance.

There was only one truck left in front of the prison gate and the explosion-proof roadblock built by the armed police. All the armed men hid behind the roadblock in groups of three and aimed at the door of the truck.

The commanding personnel withdrew 200 meters away. Behind him, a heavily armed armed policeman and a supervisory agent came in front of Davis. Davis put down the walkie-talkie, took off his sunglasses, and watched the agent look at the armed policeman. equipment to be inspected.

After the inspection, a female agent holding a form stepped forward. Davis glanced at the content on the form, picked up the pen next to the form, and signed his name. Armed police and surveillance agents make the confirmation.

After all the confirmations were completed, the armed police and special agents walked to the door of the truck. All of a sudden, "Kakaka" guns were loaded one after another, and all the lighting tools were aimed at the door, making it look like daylight.

Under the strong white light, the car door slowly opened, but inside the door was not a prisoner, but a closed square metal box. Judging from the equipment hung outside the metal box, the box was completely airtight, even the air The exchange, too, is done by machines and oxygen delivery systems.

The armed policeman adjusted the position of the gun mounted on his chest, grabbed the handrail by the door, climbed into the compartment, opened the lock that fixed the box, pulled the joystick on the right, and the slide rail above the compartment slowed down. Slow down.

The agents who were still standing outside the car door grabbed the front end of the slide rail and pulled it down. A ladder protruded from the front half of the slide rail. After the agents fixed the end of the ladder on the ground, they also walked into the car , the two worked together to push the metal box out along the slide rail.

After the box slid down to the ground, the two teams of six-man armed police closest to the vehicle were lined up on both sides, and all loaded weapons with magazines were aimed at the metal box door.

Davis stepped forward and entered the password on the combination lock with his own hands. After he stepped back, another agent stepped forward to enter the password twice, followed by the password three times. After all the passwords were entered, the door opened.

In an instant, the strong light illuminated the figures inside so that no faces and outlines could be seen clearly. The purpose of this was to make the prisoners temporarily lose their eyesight and prevent violent injuries.

But in fact, the prisoner in the box has no ability to hurt people, because he is wearing a straitjacket, a metal mask, and shackles on his feet. In addition, he is also locked in a cage. The iron bars are thicker than fists.

Put the iron cage out of the box in the same way, but this time, there is no need to open the door of the cage, because there are universal wheels under the cage, and the agents and armed police pushed the cage to Prison gate.

All the armed police lined up on both sides, and Davis followed at the end of the line. He looked at the back of Schiller in the cage, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

In the glimpse just now, he saw Schiller's barren gray eyes.

It didn't look like the elegant and gentle scholar he saw in the synagogue, but his temperament was indeed worthy of such strict monitoring.

The **** team advanced slowly in the darkness, first walked through an empty square, and then walked up a **** to the building.

This is not the main entrance of the prison. It is reserved for visitors and journalists. The passage for escorting prisoners is special. All exposed routes have high walls and power grids, and all indoor routes have surveillance and weapons. .

There is a small door after going around the back of the building, where only two people are allowed to push the cage forward, and the rest of the people can only follow behind. After the two armed policemen go in, David Si entered through the door on the other side of the building, and after the cage entered the elevator, he also got on the elevator.

In the elevator, there were only two escorts, Schiller and Davis in the cage.

The bottom of the cage is raised. Schiller's feet are completely fixed in the metal at the bottom and cannot be moved. The straitjacket on the upper body is also fixed to the railings on both sides of the cage with iron chains. .

Generally speaking, ordinary felons will not use such strict restraint methods, because most felons, even if they make explosions, are still human beings, and humans are carbon-based creatures, so they have no The method competes with steel.

But Davis knows that this prison is not so simple. The FBI decided to use it in advance, just to target people like Schiller who may cause great harm, and ordinary restraint methods may not be effective at all. Special serious criminals.

As far as Davis knows, there are at least a dozen other targets like Schiller, and the ultimate purpose of this prison is not to imprison them until they die of old age, but to let them use another method, Do your part for the safety of the Commonwealth.

The elevator stopped slowly, and Davis walked out first, followed by the **** and the cage that locked Schiller, walking forward along the dark corridor, and the cage moved between the densely packed doors When it is time, it is like a train traveling through time and space.

Davis stopped in front of a door at the end of the room, and the escorts aligned the door of the cage with the door of the room, and the two doors were seamlessly joined together.

Subsequently, Davis signed another document, and one of the escorts pointed the gun at Schiller's head and said to him, "Don't move your head, look forward, before I ask you Before you make a move, stay completely still, or we'll shoot."

Schiller didn't respond, but just stood there silently. Davis came to the back of the cage, squatted down to enter the password on the combination lock there, and then pressed the button.

The two escorts pulled out the metal that fixed the footsteps, allowing Schiller's footsteps to have a certain amount of room to move. The **** who shouted said: "Stand up on it."

Schiller raised one of his feet and stood on top of the metal block. Immediately after the iron chains fastening the restraint uniform to the railing were untied, another **** stood behind Schiller and said: "I'll unzip the zipper on your back for you, don't do anything aggressive, or we'll shoot right away."

After speaking, one of the escorts pointed a gun at Schiller's head, and the other reached into the railing and unzipped the back of Schiller's straitjacket.

Because there were two heavy iron chains hanging from the sleeves of the straitjacket, after the zipper on the back was unzipped, the straitjacket fell along the way and broke away from Schiller's body, revealing the prison uniform.

"There is a pair of handcuffs hanging in front of you, please put them on immediately."

Schiller looked up and found a pair of handcuffs hanging above the door frame of the prison room in front of him, just within reach of his hand, so he stretched out his hands to take off the handcuffs and put them on on his wrist.

"Now, go into the room, turn around and face us, and raise your hands above your head." The **** said again.

Schiller stepped forward and stepped out of the cage, stepped over the threshold and came into the room. He was barefoot and did not wear shoes, but the ground in the room was not cold, so certain insulation measures should be taken.

After Schiller walked over, he turned around, and his eyes above the mask stared at Davis standing in front of the door. One of the escorts turned and left, and went to a place very far away from this cell. Through remote control, Let the cell door slowly lower.

After the door of the cell was closed, the entire room was completely sealed. There were no windows leading to the outside world, and there were no monitoring windows.

This prison cell is far less than 4 square meters. The bed that is close to the three walls on the right is only 1.2 meters long. It is not so much a bed as a slightly wider chair. Thin corridors lead to doors, but nothing else.

If you have to describe it, it is very similar to a second-class seat on a train. The space a prisoner has is a chair for sitting and a little space for his legs in front.

Compared with second-class seats, the only advantage is that the floor is high enough, with a distance of about 4 meters from the ground to the ceiling, and the entire cell is like a deep well.

And this design is not for enough space, but because the oxygen supply device for circulating air, monitors and speakers are all on the ceiling, which is to prevent prisoners from touching them.

Schiller sat down on the edge of the bed when Davis' voice blared from the speakers above his head.

"Good evening, Professor Rodriguez." Davis began with a little brisk tone, like a qualified radio host.

"I think you should have discovered that the mask you wear not only prevents bites, but also fixes your mandible so that you cannot speak."

"We are well aware of the lethality of language used by a psychiatrist ~IndoMTL.com~ so we are sorry to say that during your sentence, you have to remain silent without our permission."

Schiller looked up at the ceiling, and Davis, who watched his expression through the monitor, saw a trace of innocence in his focused eyes, but this did not make him feel relaxed, but made him feel A chill ran up the back of his head along his spine.

"Professor Schiller, please don't worry about whether you can leave here before the end of your sentence. I believe the answer is already obvious."

"But more importantly, such strict monitoring measures are not just to imprison your freedom. This is not only a restriction, but also a protection."

"In order for our next conversation to be more enjoyable, I will first express our sincerity to you." Davis raised his tone slightly and said.

"When you got out of the car, you should have seen that William Denetchet came here with me, but the difference is that I came to ensure your safety, and he wanted to Your life."

"To show my sincerity, I agreed to his request for the first mental evaluation after you were imprisoned. I hope that this sacrifice can lay the foundation for our good cooperation in the future."

"Of course, I know that you won't be stupid enough to commit murder in a tightly monitored prison, and you won't take the initiative to use such atrocities to increase your sentence, but we will provide you with a little help."

"In the next week, you will stay in this secluded prison, using extreme sensory deprivation punishment, to confess the crimes you have committed."

"At the same time, in the darkness and loneliness, accumulate your crazy desires, and deliver a **** feast to your prey."