Chapter 1413

Colorado, Denver, Florence Supermax Prison, 7:00 pm.

The bright headlights of the prisoner transport vehicle cast a bright arc-shaped trace on the black highway. As the light spot slowed down and gradually stopped, armed security guards poured out of the prison and pointed their firearms at the transport vehicle.

The extremely skilled escort process proceeded step by step until a strong criminal wearing a restraint suit was pushed out of the transport vehicle. Amanda Waller pushed open the prison door, came behind the guard, and signed the confirmation document.

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"Keep a close eye on him." Amanda said in an icy tone: "As far as I know, this Thomas Elliot doesn't have any abilities beyond ordinary people, but you must not relax at all. Don't forget how many people he killed."

Amanda's corners of her mouth were tightly pursed, and there was a trace of real anger and sadness in her tone. Her throat moved lightly, and she said: "That group of idiots from the FBI let him escape during the investigation process, and the result was that he had seventeen more lives in his hands."

"Bandage Murderer, what 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. The remaining little 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 heavy as if it had frozen. The captain of the guard was a middle-aged white male. He walked up and patted Amanda on the shoulder and said: "Our job is to make them pay the price. Let's go, there is one last review process before entering the cell."

The transport vehicle containing prisoners and fully armed security personnel entered the prison in a grand manner. Looking inside from the gate, this prison had long since lost its past silence and darkness, and the lights were on in most of the cells.

In order to ensure that her hard work for many years would not be destroyed, Amanda finally made a compromise with the FBI and Congress. Florence Supermax Prison would also accept ordinary serial killer heavy criminals, rather than like before, only accepting those with special abilities.

This made this prison closer to an ordinary heavy criminal prison. Although it was still very strict, it was no longer inhumane. Prisoners were locked up for at most twenty hours a day, possessing one hour of relaxation time and three hours to solve personal needs and grooming.

Thanks to Amanda's former conception, this prison was originally intended to be used to hold those criminals with superpowers, so the security measures were more than a grade stronger than other heavy criminal prisons. The FBI knew this, so they threw all the difficult prisoners into here.

In fact, the effect of imprisonment so far has been very good. After all, if your goal is to hold a monster who is infinitely strong and can fly, those ordinary human beings who are trapped by Earth's gravity are not so difficult to deal with.

In the office, Amanda stared at the eyes of the guard captain Hogbis and said: "I said, he must enter the strict confinement cell, security level is A, and add round-the-clock monitoring!"

Hogbis sighed, looked at Amanda and said: "Ma'am, you can't just because of personal likes and dislikes..."

"He is a Gothamite!" Amanda walked up and stared at Hogbis dead and said: "Isn't this enough?"

Hogbis revealed a hesitant expression on his face. After hesitating for a few seconds, he still nodded and said: "Okay, as you wish, ma'am, but we must try to avoid the quality control of excessive monitoring. The FBI is waiting for us to make mistakes."

Amanda reached out and rubbed her brow and said: "I know better than you that they throw one difficult criminal after another into here just to let them find trouble. Believe me, I won't make mistakes."

Hogbis didn't say anything. After he left, Amanda walked back behind the table and sat down, picking up the phone to dial the number.

"Hello? Professor, have you heard the news that Thomas Elliot has been arrested? Yes, the FBI threw him to me."

"As always, I need all his information, personality, psychology, and behavioral patterns, so that I can formulate effective imprisonment strategies."

Amanda heard that Schiller's voice on the other end of the phone was thinner due to the current in the phone.

"Amanda, do you think this can really last long? Taking over those cruel and difficult serial killers, hoping that they were once on my contact list, and then I will provide their weaknesses to you, and you will formulate customized imprisonment strategies for their weaknesses?"

"But I can only do this now!" Amanda's voice revealed deep exhaustion. She said: "This prison is the only hope for me to stabilize my position. If this group of cruel serial killers is destined to have a grave, I hope it is this prison."

"Then good luck to you." Schiller didn't persuade much. He hung up the phone. Amanda supported herself on the table with one hand, covered her eyes with her fingers, and lowered her head.

Since there were more and more prisoners, Florence Supermax Prison no longer had the luxury of single rooms as in the past. Even the strict confinement cells were four-person rooms, but the floor height of the prison was relatively high. Two beds were on the ground, and two beds were fixed at half the height of the room. The ladders were completely separated, reducing the possibility of conflict.

A burly man wrapped in bandages all over his face was pushed into the cell. His entire face was covered under the bandages, and only one left eye was exposed, which was full of cruelty and madness. But among the criminals who could be locked in such a cell, who wasn't cruel and crazy?

As soon as the Bandage Murderer walked in, a bald man wearing a vest and a bright dahlia tattoo on his left arm stood up. He looked up and down at the Bandage Murderer and let out a cold snort, saying: "How could that woman Amanda let you live in with a head full of ridiculous cloth strips? Back then, she even stripped off my underwear!"

The remaining two, one curled up on the bed, and the other standing behind the bald man. The Bandage Murderer lowered his head and walked toward his bed, but was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder, followed by the world spinning.

He was thrown to the ground. The strong bald man stepped on his chest, looked at him and said: "I heard you are a fanatical fan of that rich man Bruce Wei En, and even specially had plastic surgery to look like him. That's a beauty. I once asked the prison guard for two newspapers with his lace news to enjoy myself twice. How about it, let me enjoy myself?"

Just when the bald man was grinning and leaning down, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ankle. One eye under the bandages stared at him coldly, and the finger joints slammed into the fragile part of the ankle. The bald man let out a painful cry, one leg was pulled forward hard, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell sideways with a "bang."

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The prison guard knocked on the railing hard. The Bandage Murderer loosened his hand. The bald man stood up holding one arm, kept spitting out dirty words, and stared at the prison guard with sinister eyes.

The man wrapped in bandages all over his face didn't say anything, climbed onto the bed in silence, and leaned against the wall wondering what he was thinking, but the bald man's evil and lustful eyes never left him.

When it was time for evening washing, the bald man and his followers were taken out first. Another little guy who had been silent moved his body, climbed down from above, sat beside the Bandage Murderer, and said: "Are you really, are you really the same as Bruce Wei En?"

The Bandage Murderer glanced at him, stretched out a hand and pulled down a piece of bandage on the right side of his face. There was no smooth and fair skin behind it, only a terrible wound.

The little guy was startled. An incomparably low and hoarse voice that was almost unclear sounded: "The newspaper didn't say, I just tried to have plastic surgery to look like Wei En, but the surgery was interrupted."

The little guy closed his mouth. When he heard footsteps coming from the end of the corridor, he lowered his voice and said in the Bandage Murderer's ear: "You'd better not let 'Big Dog' know you are disfigured, otherwise he might change from wanting to sleep with you to wanting to kill you."

After a while, the strong bald man called Big Dog violently tore open the cell door and swept a cold glance at the Bandage Murderer sitting on the bed by the door. The prison guard knocked on the railing, signaling the remaining two to put on handcuffs and go wash.

The Bandage Murderer looked at him with his only remaining eye, then shook his head. The prison guard frowned with dissatisfaction, but didn't say anything, waved the stick in his hand, and let the little guy go out by himself.

The prison guard was gone, and Big Dog and his companion stood up again, forcing toward the position of the Bandage Murderer.

In Schiller's office at Arkham Asylum, Jonathan boredly supported his chin with his hand, supporting his face with his hand and said: "Seriously, do I have to use a laboratory with that pig-headed guy? His hygiene regulations are a piece of shit! He doesn't put things back after using them, it's really annoying."

Schiller, sitting opposite the table, was writing data seriously. He didn't even raise his head and said: "Why don't you go with the Puppeteer next door, the one who likes to play with corpses."

Jonathan immediately shrank his shoulders and said: "Forget it, only the woman who likes to peel skin can tolerate him. They are a perfect match."

Jonathan's fingers tapped the table lightly. After a while, he opened his mouth and said: "That girl named Zatanna came to me and asked me to help her analyze the ingredients of a so-called magic potion."

Schiller raised an eyebrow. Jonathan used a hesitant tone and said: "What do you think of her?"

Schiller kept his head still, just raised his eyelids to look at Jonathan and said: "Which aspect do you mean? You have to ask Brand about her professional level, I don't understand magic. As for her personality... she is exactly the same as Bruce a few years ago."

"Do you know?" Jonathan changed hands to support his face and said: "I regret missing Bruce. He is a good research object, precious and irreplaceable. I think Zatanna also has this trait, and she is in a very easy-to-deceive period, just like Bruce back then."

"If you mean torturing each other for four years like Bruce and me, then there's no need." Schiller continued to focus on his data.

Jonathan pouted and didn't care at all. Obviously, he wasn't here to ask for Schiller's opinion. He already had an idea in his heart. Before he left, Schiller continued to say while writing.

"That reckless girl might need some changes, but she relies on the occult world, has an ancient bloodline, and a noble status. If you mess it up, don't blame me for throwing you out of Arkham."

Jonathan sneered and said: "Ancient bloodline, noble status, isn't Bruce?"

"What's wrong with me?"

A voice came from outside the door. Schiller looked up, Jonathan looked back, and at the same time cast his gaze on Bruce, and then frowned at the same time.

Bruce was a bit confused, the muscles in his arms tightened, and soon relaxed again. He walked to the desk in front of Schiller and placed a document on the table in front of Schiller.

Schiller picked up the document and scanned it.

"You want to transfer back to the Department of Psychology?"