The bright headlights of the prison van escorting the prisoners illuminated a bright arc on the black road. As the light spot slowed down and gradually stopped, armed security guards filed out of the prison and pointed with their guns.
Prison van.
The extremely skilled escort process progressed step by step until a strong criminal wearing a restraint uniform was pushed out of the prison van. Amanda Waller pushed open the prison door and came behind the guard to confirm and sign the document.
"Keep an eye on him." Amanda said in a cold tone: "As far as I know, this Thomas Elliot has no abilities beyond ordinary people, but you must not relax. Don't forget how many people he has killed."
Amanda pursed her lips tightly, and there was a hint of real anger and sadness in her tone. Her throat moved slightly and she said: "The idiots in the FBI let him escape from prison during the investigation, and the result
That means he has seventeen more lives in his hands."
"The Bandage Killer has such a majestic reputation." Amanda closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said, "When he was arrested, he had just killed a farmer's family in southern Kansas, and the remaining child
The girl was only eleven years old. She lost her parents, grandparents and uncle forever and became an orphan."
The atmosphere at the scene was as solemn as ice. The captain of the guard was a middle-aged white man. He walked up and patted Amanda on the shoulder and said: "Our job is to make them pay the price. Let's go, before entering the cell."
, there is also the final review process.”
Prison vans containing prisoners and heavily armed guards entered the prison in a mighty manner. Looking in from the gate, the prison was no longer as silent and dark as it used to be. Most of the cells had lights on.
.
In order to ensure that her years of hard work would not be ruined, Amanda finally made a compromise with the FBI and Congress. The Florence Super Prison will also accept ordinary serial killers, instead of only those with serious crimes as before.
of special ability.
This makes this prison closer to an ordinary prison for serious offenders. Although it is still very strict, it is no longer inhumane. The prisoners can be held for up to twenty hours a day, with one hour of relaxation time and three hours to solve their personal needs and needs.
Manner and behavior.
Due to Amanda's previous assumptions, this prison was originally used to detain criminals with superpowers, so the security measures were more than one level stronger than other prisons for serious offenders. The FBI knew this, so it solved all the difficulties
All the prisoners were thrown here.
In fact, the confinement has worked very well so far. After all, if your goal is to imprison a monster that is extremely strong and can fly, ordinary humans trapped by the earth's gravity will not be so difficult to deal with.
In the office, Amanda stared into the eyes of the guard captain Hogbis and said: "I said, he must be put into a strict detention cell, with a security level of A, and additional round-the-clock monitoring!"
Hogbis sighed, looked at Amanda and said, "Ma'am, you can't do it just because of your personal likes and dislikes..."
"He is a Gothamite!" Amanda walked up and stared at Hogbeans and said, "Isn't this enough?"
Hogbis showed a hesitant look on his face. After hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded and said: "Okay, as you wish, ma'am, but we must try to avoid excessive quality control. The FBI is waiting.
We are making mistakes."
Amanda stretched out her hand and rubbed her brows and said, "I know better than you. They throw difficult criminals here one after another just to make them cause trouble. Trust me, I won't make any mistakes."
Hogbeans didn't say anything. After he left, Amanda walked back to the table and sat down, picked up the phone and dialed the number.
"Hello? Professor, have you heard that Thomas Elliott has been arrested? Yes, the FBI dumped him here."
"As always, I need all of his information, personality, psychology and behavior so that I can develop an effective detention strategy."
Amanda heard that Schiller's voice on the other end of the phone was weakened by the sound of electricity on the phone and became thinner.
"Amanda, do you think this can really last? Take over those brutal and difficult murderers, hoping that they will once be on my contact list, and then I will provide you with their weaknesses, and you will target their weaknesses.
Customized detention strategy?”
"But I can only do this now!" Amanda's voice revealed deep fatigue. She said: "This prison is my only hope for a stable position. If these brutal murderers are destined to have a grave, I
Hopefully it’s this prison.”
"Then I wish you good luck." Schiller didn't persuade him much. He hung up the phone, while Amanda put one hand on the table, covered her eyes with her fingers, and lowered her head.
Since the number of prisoners has increased, the Florence Super Prison no longer has the luxury of single rooms in the past. Even the strict detention cells are four-person rooms. However, the prison has a higher floor height, with two beds on the ground and two beds.
Fixed at half the height of the room, the ladders are completely separated, reducing the possibility of conflicts.
A burly man with his face covered in bandages was pushed into the cell. His entire face was covered by the bandages, with only one left eye exposed. It was full of cruelty and madness, but he could be imprisoned in such a cell.
Who among the criminals in the cell is not cruel and crazy?
As soon as the Bandage Killer walked in, a bald man wearing a vest and a bright dahlia tattoo on his left arm stood up. He looked at the Bandage Killer up and down, sneered and said, "What's wrong with that bitch Amanda?"
Will you move in with a head full of ridiculous clothes? She took off all my pants back then!"
The remaining two people, one was curled up on the bed, and the other was standing behind the bald man. The bandaged murderer walked towards his bed with his head lowered, but was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder, and then the world started spinning.
He was thrown to the ground, and the strong bald man stepped on his chest, looked at him and said: "I heard that you are a big fan of Bruce Wayne, and you even went through plastic surgery to look like him. That's
He is a beautiful woman. I once asked the prison guard for two gossip newspapers with him printed on them and it made me happy twice. How about it, let me feel happy?"
Just when the bald man leaned over with a grin, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ankle. An eye under the bandage stared at him coldly, and his knuckles dug into the fragile part of the ankle. The bald man screamed in pain,
One leg was pulled forward hard, and the center of gravity was unstable, and he fell to the ground with a "bang" sound.
"Bang bang bang!"
The prison guard knocked on the railing hard, and the bandaged murderer let go of his hand. The bald man stood up covering one arm, spouting curse words and staring at the prison guard with a sinister look.
The man with his face covered in bandages said nothing. He climbed onto the bed in silence and leaned against the wall without knowing what he was thinking. However, the evil and lustful eyes of the bald man never left him.
When it was time to wash up in the evening, the bald man and his followers were taken out first. The other little man who had been silent moved his body, climbed down from above and sat next to the bandage killer, and said: "You really
Yes, do you really look the same as Bruce Wayne?"
The Bandage Killer glanced at him and stretched out a hand to pull off a section of the bandage on his right cheek. There was no smooth and fair skin behind it, only a terrible wound.
The little man was startled, and a voice so low and hoarse that he could barely hear his words sounded out: "The newspaper didn't say it. I just tried to have plastic surgery to look like Wayne, but the surgery was interrupted."
The little man closed his mouth, and when he heard footsteps coming from the end of the corridor, he lowered his voice and said in the bandage killer's ear: "You'd better not let the 'big dog' know that you are disfigured, otherwise he may
I will go from wanting to love you to wanting to kill you."
After a while, the strong bald man known as Big Dog violently opened the door and glanced coldly at the bandaged murderer sitting on the bed next to the door. The prison guard knocked on the railing to signal the remaining two people.
Wear handcuffs and go wash up.
The Bandage Killer looked at him with his only remaining eye, and then shook his head. The prison guard frowned in dissatisfaction, but said nothing, waved the stick in his hand, and let the little man go out on his own.
With the prison guard away, Big Dog and his companions stood up again and approached the location of the Bandage Killer.
In Schiller's office at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Jonathan rested his elbows on the table boredly, propped his cheeks with his hands and said: "Seriously, do I have to share a laboratory with that pig head? His health regulations are enforced.
What a piece of shit! It’s so annoying that you don’t return things to their places after use.”
Schiller, who was sitting across the table, was writing information seriously. He said without raising his head: "How about you go and join the puppet master next door, the guy who likes to play with corpses."
Jonathan immediately shrank his shoulders and said, "Forget it, only the woman who likes skinning can tolerate him. The two of them are a perfect match."
Jonathan tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and after a while he said: "The girl named Zatanna came to me and asked me to help her analyze the ingredients of a so-called magic potion."
Schiller raised his eyebrows, and Jonathan said in a hesitant tone: "What do you think of her?"
Schiller kept his head still, just raised his eyelids and looked at Jonathan and said: "What do you mean? You have to ask Brand about the professional level. I don't know magic. As for personality...it's really different from Bruce a few years ago.
Carved from the same mold."
"You know what?" Jonathan put his face on his hands and said, "I'm sorry to miss Bruce. He is a good research subject, cherish it and cannot copy it. I think Zatanna also has this quality, and she is in the stage of
It was a very easy time to cheat, just like the blues back then."
"If you mean like me and Bruce, who tortured each other for four years, then that's not necessary." Schiller continued to return his attention to his materials.
Jonathan curled his lips and didn't care at all. It was obvious that he was not here to ask for Schiller's opinion. He already had an idea in mind. Before he left, Schiller continued to write and talk.
"That reckless girl may need some changes, but she is backed by the occult world, has an ancient bloodline, and has a noble status. If you mess up, don't blame me for throwing you out of Arkham."
Jonathan sneered and said, "Bruce has ancient blood and noble status, isn't he?"
"What's wrong with me?"
A voice came from outside the door. Schiller raised his head, and Jonathan turned back. At the same time, his eyes fell on Bruce, and then he frowned at the same time.
Bruce was a little confused. The muscles in his arms tensed up and then relaxed again. He strode to the desk in front of Schiller and placed a document in front of Schiller.
Schiller picked up the document and glanced down at it.
"You want to transfer back to the psychology department?"