A giant box truck with a black front and white back was parked on a concrete road made of special materials. Due to the heavy weight and strong inertia of the truck, when the brakes were applied, the tires left a black streak on the road.
trace.
Behind the box truck were four FBI escort vehicles. After the truck stopped, the leading vehicle continued forward and turned around to block in front of the truck.
After the small vehicle stopped, the four doors opened simultaneously, and four armed police officers with live ammunition came out of the vehicle and lined up on both sides of the truck.
The last escort vehicle stopped at the end of the truck, and this time, stepping out of the vehicle were two agents in FBI field uniforms, an academic in a suit, and Davis in a civilian uniform.
After getting off the car, Davis first put on his sunglasses. Even though it was night, so many vehicles gathered together and the headlights were a bit dazzling. William, who was in a suit and ties, stepped forward and shook hands with Davis.
She glanced at him but said nothing.
Davis picked up the walkie-talkie on his waist and began to direct the armed police and agents on the scene to carry out the final step of escorting the prisoners to the prison.
After all the commanders and armed personnel arrived, specialized drivers drove other small vehicles out of the scene to prevent anyone from tampering with the vehicle in advance to interfere with the escort.
Only one truck and an anti-explosion roadblock set up by armed police were left on the site in front of the prison. All the armed officers hid behind the roadblock in groups of three and aimed at the door of the truck.
The commanding staff withdrew 200 meters away, and a heavily armed police officer and a supervisory agent came to Davis behind him. Davis put down the walkie-talkie, took off his sunglasses, and watched the agents inspect the equipment on the armed police officers.
examine.
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.
Schiller stepped forward and walked out of the cage, crossed the threshold and came indoors. He was barefoot and did not wear shoes, but the ground indoors was not cold, so some heat preservation measures should have been taken.
The escorting team advanced slowly in the darkness, first walking through an empty square, and then along an uphill slope to the building.
Davis stopped in front of a door at the end of the room. The escort aligned the door of the cage with the door of the room, and the two doors faced each other tightly.
"Good evening, Professor Rodriguez." Davis started with a brisk tone, just like a qualified radio host.
"But more importantly, such strict monitoring measures are not just to restrict your freedom. In addition to being a restriction, it is also a kind of protection."
As soon as Schiller sat down on the edge of the bed, Davis's voice sounded from the speaker above his head.
In an instant, the strong light illuminated the figures inside so that no face or outline could be seen at all. The purpose of this was to make the prisoners temporarily lose their eyesight and prevent them from being violent and hurting others.
Schiller didn't respond and just stood there silently. Davis came to the back of the cage, squatted down and entered the password on the password lock there, and then pressed the button.
The two escorts pulled the metal that fixed the steps outward to give Schiller's feet a certain amount of room to move. The escort who shouted said: "Put your feet up and stand on top."
"Now, walk into the room, turn around and face us, and raise your hands above your head." The escort said again.
But Davis knew that this prison was not that simple. The FBI decided to activate it in advance precisely to deal with special severe sentences like Schiller who may cause great harm and where ordinary restraint methods may be completely ineffective.
commit.
After all confirmations were completed, the armed police and agents walked to the door of the truck. Suddenly, the sound of "click, click, click" firearms being loaded was heard one after another, and all the lighting tools were aimed at the door, illuminating the place like daylight.
After checking, a female agent holding a form came forward. Davis glanced at the contents on the form, picked up the pen next to the form, and signed his name. The female agent took the form and gave it to the armed police and police officers.
Supervisory agent confirms.
"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."
Generally speaking, ordinary felons will not use such strict restraint methods, because most felons, even if they are responsible for creating bombings, are still humans. Humans are carbon-based creatures and cannot be combined with steel.
Competitive.
The iron cage was pushed out of the box in the same way. This time, there was no need to open the door of the cage because there was a universal wheel at the bottom of the cage. The agents and armed police pushed the cage to the prison door.
"In order to make our next conversation more pleasant, I will first express our sincerity to you." Davis said with a slightly higher tone.
This cell is far less than 4 square meters. The bed close to the three walls on the right is only 1.2 meters long. It is more like a slightly wider chair than a bed. In front of the bed, there is only a very thin aisle.
It can lead to the door, but other than that, there is nothing.
The armed policeman adjusted the position of the firearm mounted on his chest, grabbed the handrail beside the door, climbed into the carriage, opened the lock that fixed the box, pulled the joystick on the right side, and the slide rail above the carriage slowly lowered.
"There is a pair of handcuffs hanging in front of you. Please put them on immediately."
After walking around to the back of the building, there is a small door. Only two people, one in front and one behind, are allowed to push the cage forward. The rest of the people can only follow behind. After the two armed police officers entered, Davis walked out of the building.
Enter through the door on the other side of the body, and after the cage enters the elevator, he also gets on the elevator.
The elevator stopped slowly, and Davis walked out first, followed closely by the escort and the cage holding Schiller. They walked forward along the dark corridor. When the cage moved between the densely packed doors,
Like a train traveling through time and space.
Compared with second-class seats, the only advantage is that the floor height is high enough, with a distance of almost 4 meters from the ground to the ceiling. The entire cell is like a deep well.
After the cell door is closed, the entire room is completely sealed. There is no window to the outside world or a monitoring window. The entire room is a closed can that is completely impervious to any light and air.
This is not the main entrance of the prison, it is reserved for visitors and reporters. The passage for escorting prisoners is special. All routes exposed to the outside are equipped with high walls and electric grids, and all indoor routes are monitored and equipped with weapons.
Because there were two heavy iron chains hanging from the sleeves of the straitjacket, after the zipper on the back was opened, the straitjacket fell smoothly and separated from Schiele's body, revealing the prison uniform.
In the sudden glance just now, he saw Schiller's barren gray eyes.
If I have to describe it, this is very much like a second-class seat on a train. The space the prisoner has is a chair to sit on and a little room in front of him to put his legs.
"When you got off the car, you should have seen that William Denecht came here with me, but the difference is that I came to ensure your safety, and he wanted your life
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In the elevator, there were only two escorts, Schiller and Davis in the cage.
The agents who were still standing outside the car door grabbed the front end of the slide rail and pulled it down. A step was extended from the front half of the slide rail. After the agents fixed the end of the step on the ground, they also walked into the car. The two of them walked into the car.
Together, push the metal box out along the slide rail.
"We are very aware of the destructive power of the words used by a psychiatrist, so we are sorry that during your sentence, without our permission, you will have to remain silent."
The bottom of the cage was raised by a piece. Schiller's feet were completely fixed in the metal at the bottom and could not move. The straitjacket on his upper body was also fixed to the railings on both sides of the cage with chains.
Davis stepped forward and entered the code on the combination lock with his own hands. After he stepped back, another agent stepped forward and entered the second code, followed by the third code. After all the codes were entered, the door opened.
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, this box was completely airtight. Even the air exchange was
This is done through machines and oxygen delivery systems.
After the box slid to the ground, the two teams of six armed policemen closest to the vehicle lined up on both sides, with fully loaded weapons aimed at the metal box door.
Schiller raised one of his feet and stood on top of the metal block. Then the chain on the railing of the uniform was untied, and another escort stood behind Schiller and said: "I will
Please unzip your back and don't do anything drastic, otherwise we will shoot you immediately."
He looked nothing like the elegant and gentle scholar he saw in the synagogue, but his temperament was indeed worthy of such strict monitoring.
As far as Davis knows, there are at least a dozen more 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 to serve the federal government.
Do your part to be safe.
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 with iron bars.
Thicker than a fist.
After Schiller walked over, he turned around, his eyes above the mask staring at Davis standing in front of the door. One of the escorts turned and left, going to a place very far away from the cell, and controlled the cell through remote control.
The door slowly lowered.
This design is not for sufficient space, but because the oxygen supply device for circulating air, monitors and speakers are all on the ceiling to prevent prisoners from touching them.
Schiller looked up at the ceiling, and Davis, who looked at his expression through the monitor, actually saw a trace of innocence in his focused eyes. However, this did not make him feel relaxed, but instead caused a chill to flow along his face.
His spine crawled up to the back of his head.
All the armed police officers lined up on both sides, and Davis followed at the end of the team. He looked at the back of Schiller in the cage and slowly narrowed his eyes.
Afterwards, 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 ahead, before I ask you to take action."
, remain completely still or we will shoot."
"I think you should have discovered that the mask you are wearing can not only prevent bites, but also fix your mandible, making you unable to speak."
Schiller raised his eyes and found a pair of handcuffs hanging on the door frame of the prison room in front of him, just within reach of him by raising his hand. So he stretched out his hands to take off the handcuffs and put them on his wrists.
superior.
"To show my sincerity, I agreed to his request for your first mental evaluation after being imprisoned. I hope that this sacrifice can lay the foundation for our good cooperation in the future."
"Of course, I know that you will not be stupid enough to kill someone in a tightly monitored prison, nor will you take the initiative to increase your sentence with such atrocities, but we will provide you with a little help."
"In the next week, you will stay in this prison isolated from the outside world and use extreme sensory deprivation punishment to repent for the crimes you have committed."
"At the same time, in the darkness and loneliness, accumulate your crazy desires and deliver a bloody feast to your prey."