The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1423 New Arkham

Colorado, Denver, Florence Mega Prison, 7:00PM.

The bright headlights of the prison car escorting the prisoners cast a bright arc on the black road. As the light spots slowed down and gradually stopped, security guards with guns came out of the prison and pointed their guns at the prison car.

The extremely skilled escort process was advanced step by step until a strong criminal wearing a restraint uniform was pushed out of the prison car. Amanda Waller pushed open the prison gate and came behind the guards to confirm the signing of the document.

"Keep an eye on him." Amanda said in a cold tone: "As far as I know, this Thomas Elliott has no abilities beyond ordinary people, but you must not relax, don't forget how many people he killed."

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

"Bandage Killer, what a prestigious 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 little The girl was 11 years old, she lost her parents, grandparents and uncle forever and became an orphan."

The atmosphere at the scene was so solemn that it seemed to be frozen. The captain of the guard was a middle-aged white male. He stepped forward and patted Amanda on the shoulder and said: "Our job is to make them pay the price. Let's go, before entering the cell , and the last review process."

Prison vans filled with prisoners and heavily armed guards entered the prison in a mighty manner. Looking in from the gate, the prison is no longer as quiet and dark as it used to be. Most of the cells are lit with lights. .

In order to ensure that her hard work over the years will not be destroyed, Amanda finally made a compromise with the FBI and Congress. The super prison in Florence will also accept ordinary serial killers and heavy offenders, instead of as before, as long as those who have of special ability.

This makes this prison closer to an ordinary prison for heavy offenders. Although it is still very strict, it is no longer inhumane. Prisoners are locked up for up to [-] hours a day, with one hour of relaxation time and three hours to solve personal needs and problems. Manner and behavior.

Relying on Amanda's previous vision, this prison was originally used to detain criminals with superpowers, so the security measures are more than one grade stronger than other prisons for heavy offenders. All the prisoners were thrown here.

In fact, the confinement has worked out pretty well so far, after all if your goal is to imprison a monster with infinite strength and flight, ordinary humans trapped by Earth's gravity aren't that hard to deal with.

In the office, Amanda stared into the eyes of the guard captain Hogbyss and said: "I said, he must be put in a strict confinement cell with a security level of A, plus round-the-clock monitoring!"

Hogbeeth sighed, looked at Amanda and said, "Ma'am, you can't just..."

"He's from Gotham!" Amanda stepped forward and stared at Hogbeeth and said, "Isn't that enough?"

Hogbeeth showed a hesitant look on his face, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded and said, "Okay, as you wish, ma'am, but we must try our best to avoid excessive quality control, the FBI is waiting Let us make mistakes."

Amanda stretched out her hand and rubbed the space between her brows and said, "I know better than you that they throw one difficult criminal after another into this place just to make them trouble. Trust me, I won't make a mistake."

Hogbeeth didn't say anything. After he left, Amanda went back to sit behind the desk, picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"Hello? Professor, have you heard that Thomas Elliott has been arrested? Yes, the FBI dropped him on me."

"As always, I need all his information, personality, psychology and behavior, so that I can formulate an effective detention strategy."

Amanda heard that Schiller's voice on the other end of the phone was weakened by the sound of electricity in the phone.

"Amanda, do you think this is really long-lasting? Take on those vicious killers, count on them being on my contact list, and then I'll give you their weaknesses and you target them Customized detention strategy?"

"But I can only do this now!" Amanda's voice revealed deep exhaustion, she said: "This prison is my only hope for a stable position, if this group of vicious murderers is destined to have a grave, I will Hope it's this prison."

"Then I wish you luck." Schiller hung up the phone without much persuasion, while Amanda put one hand on the table, covered her eyes with her fingers, and lowered her head.

Since there are more and more prisoners, the super large prison in Florence no longer has the luxury single room treatment in the past. Even the strict detention cell is a four-person room, but the prison's floor height is relatively high, with two beds on the ground and two beds on the ground. Fixed at half the height of the room, the ladders are completely separated, reducing the possibility of conflict.

A burly man with bandages all over his face was pushed into the prison cell. His entire face was covered under the bandages, only one left eye was exposed. It was full of cruelty and madness, but it was impossible to be imprisoned like this. Is there any criminal in the cell who is not cruel and crazy?
As soon as the Bandage Killer walked in, a bald man in a vest and with a bright dahlia tattoo on his left arm stood up. He looked the Bandage Killer up and down, sneered, and said, "How about that bitch, Amanda?" Let you live in with a head full of ridiculous cloth strips? Back then, she stripped off my underpants!"

Of the remaining two people, one was curled up on the bed, the other was standing behind the bald man, the bandaged murderer walked towards his bed with his head down, but was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders, and then the world spun.

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 fanatic fan of that rich old Bruce Wayne, and you even got plastic surgery to look like him, that's What a beauty, I once asked the prison guard for two lace news newspapers with him printed on it twice, how about it, let me have a good time?"

Just when the bald man bent down with a smirk, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ankle, one eye under the bandage stared at him coldly, his knuckles ruthlessly dug into the weak part of his ankle, the bald man let out a painful cry, One leg was pulled forward vigorously, the center of gravity was unstable, and he fell on his side with a "bang".

"Bang bang bang!"

The prison guard knocked hard on the railing, and the bandaged murderer let go of his hand. The bald man stood up with his arms covered, and kept spitting out obscenities, staring at the prison guard with vicious eyes.

The man with the bandages all over his face didn't say anything, he climbed onto the bed in silence, leaning against the wall thinking about something, but the bald man's evil and lustful eyes never left him.

When it was time to wash in the evening, the bald man and his attendant were taken out first, and another little man who had been silent all this time moved his body, climbed down from above and sat next to the bandaged murderer, and said, "You really Yeah, you really look like Bruce Wayne?"

The bandage killer glanced at him, stretched out a hand and pulled off a section of bandage on his right cheek. There was no smooth and fair skin behind it, only a terrible wound.

The little man was taken aback, and his voice was so low and hoarse that he could hardly hear the words: "It didn't say in the newspaper, I was just trying to have a plastic surgery to look like Wayne, but the operation 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, or he may It will change from wanting to love you to wanting to kill you."

After a while, the strong bald man called Big Dog violently opened the door, and cast a cold glance at the bandaged murderer sitting on the bed beside the door. The prison guard knocked on the railing, indicating that the remaining two people Put on handcuffs and go to wash.

The Bandage Murderer looked at him with his only remaining eye, 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 by himself.

The prison guard was not there, so the big dog and his companions stood up again and approached the bandaged killer.

In Schiller's office at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Jonathan propped his elbows on the table in boredom, put his hands on his cheeks and said, "Seriously, do I have to use the same laboratory as that pig? Shit! It's so annoying not to put things back in place after use."

Schiller, who was sitting across the table, was seriously writing the materials, and without raising his head, he said, "Why don't you go with the puppeteer next door, the guy who likes to play with corpses."

Jonathan immediately shrank his shoulders and said, "Forget it, only that woman who likes to skin can bear him, and the two of them are a perfect match."

Jonathan tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and after a while he said, "The girl named Zatana came to me and asked me to help her analyze the composition of a so-called magic potion."

Schiller raised an eyebrow, 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, "Which aspect are you referring to? You have to ask Brand for the professional level. I don't know magic. As for the personality...it's really the same as Bruce a few years ago." carved out of a mold."

"Do you know?" Jonathan changed his hands and said, "I'm sorry to miss Bruce. He is a good research subject, cherished and cannot be copied. I think Zatanna also has this quality, and she is in Very deceitful period, like Bruce back then."

"If you mean four years of torturing each other like Bruce and I, then you don't have to." Schiller continued to focus back on his profile.

Jonathan curled his lips and didn't care at all. Obviously, he didn't come to seek Schiller's opinion. He already had an idea in his mind. Before he left, Schiller was still writing and talking.

"That reckless girl may need some changes, but she is backed by the mystical world, with ancient blood and noble status. If you mess up, don't blame me for throwing you out of Arkham."

Jonathan sneered and said, "Old blood, noble status, isn't Bruce?"

"What's wrong with me?"

A voice came from outside the door, Schiller looked up, Jonathan turned his head, and at the same time his eyes fell on Bruce, and then he frowned at the same time.

Bruce was a little confused, so the muscles in his arms tensed up, and soon he relaxed again. He strode to the desk in front of Schiller, and placed a document in front of Schiller.

Schiller picked up the file and glanced down.

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

(End of this chapter)