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Levi's first reaction was not to implicate Mrs. Clark.

That's the only person Gabrin has shown him kindness to, and the only person who has the potential to help him establish a connection with Ito Kenta.

So he immediately retreated to the door leading to the infirmary, skipping Hawke and directly apologized to Mrs. Clark: "I'm sorry, Ma'am, I just wanted to go to the bathroom, and when I saw that the door here was open, I just pushed it open." One glance."

Mrs. Clark quickly calmed down after a moment of astonishment, and frowned: "You can go back now."

"Wait." Hawk slowly put the police cap on his head, as if declaring some kind of supreme right, "Who will answer the question I just asked?"

Mrs. Clark took a slight breath and said calmly: "The counseling room is part of the infirmary. Mr. Hawke, my patient has not left the safe area."

"Without handcuffs, there is no place on the entire Gabrin that is safe for a killer." Hawke's tone was oppressive, "I have emphasized the supervision system to you many times, ma'am, look at the For God's sake I'm willing to forgive your kindness again, but I don't want to see anything like it again!" The gloomy gaze glanced at Levi's and returned to Mrs. Clark, "AS18 doesn't look as weak as you say , I suggest that you modify the doctor's order and let him go where he should go."

Under his icy gaze, Mrs. Clare had to take a step back and compromise.

Hawke turned on the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, and called two prison guards: "Send AS18 back to the cabin."

The restless prisoners were sent away, but the atmosphere in the counseling room did not ease at all. As the footsteps faded away, it even became more tense.

Mrs. Clark closed the door, took another breath, and explained in a deep voice: "About AS18, Mr. Warden, it's not that I'm being overly merciful. It's just that he has a serious stress disorder. If it is not treated in time, it may hurt people." Or hurt yourself."

"This is Gablin, a nuclear submarine operating in the deep sea." Hawke sat down, stretched his hands and feet, took off his police cap and put it on his lap, "Fear of the deep sea, space claustrophobia...it's normal for everyone to be a little abnormal .You can give him a prescription, and I will ask the prison guards to supervise him to take the medicine on time. As for hurting people or something, you don’t have to worry, he has a very strong roommate.”

"What he needs is not only drugs, but also necessary psychological treatment." Mrs. Clark sat down across from him and said sincerely, "Mr. Hawke, you know he is different from others. The DHS instructions are very clear, we are very Maybe he will be handed over to the Chinese in the future, and his basic health must be guaranteed..."

"I have a question." Hawke interrupted her, "Why did the government set up Gabriel, a prison operating in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean?"

Mrs. Clark was at a loss for words, and Hawke said: "We locked these people here to ensure that they will never get out and never threaten national security. Now DHS actually wants to break this most basic principle and detain a person who stole NG arms secrets. of North Korean spies handed over to the Chinese ... that's ridiculous."

"There are no absolute secrets in the world, including the existence of Gabriel." Mrs. Clark said, "Sometimes we don't admit it publicly, and other countries don't publicly accuse it. It's just a kind of political tacit understanding. DHS makes such a decision , I believe it has been carefully weighed..."

"Bullshit politics, bullshit trade-offs." Hawk raised his eyebrows and interrupted her again, "It's nothing more than the fact that the police can't catch the bloody skin and can't bear the huge pressure of public opinion. paying for their incompetence at the risk of being made public."

"This should be the result of a compromise between multiple parties." Mrs. Clark said helplessly, "Gablin's disclosure is undoubtedly a huge risk for Arthur Capital, but it is also extremely detrimental to DHS. If there is a better way , the higher-ups must not be willing to issue such an order.”

Hawk smiled mockingly, tracing the brim of the police cap with his fingers: "Gablin was built by me, it is my career, my life's painstaking efforts... Now, they say let people go... Really him Oh shit……"

"Actually, based on the testimony of a North Korean spy, no one can prove the existence of Gabrin. The Chinese side may not care about this." Mrs. Clark advised, "Hawk, we only need to do our duty. It is a good thing to be responsible for the work, but it is not a good thing to question the decision of the superior because of it. This is why DHS appointed me to conduct a psychological assessment of the entire ship's personnel - working in such an extreme environment, everyone's mentality is particularly special important."

Hawk narrowed his eyes and said, "Speaking of which, I also want to thank you, Mrs. Clark."

"This is my duty." Mrs. Clark smiled and said, "If the routine psychological evaluation may cause you stress, I will change the evaluation cycle as appropriate." After a pause, the topic changed, "Similarly, if DHS I am deeply concerned that some inmates need treatment, and I hope you will understand and cooperate."

Hawke looked up at her, his eyes gradually gloomy: "I said, I will make people strictly implement your prescription, neither make him die of illness, nor make him go crazy."

Mrs. Clark smiled again: "Well, Mr. Warden, I am just sure that the orders of the superiors can be faithfully carried out." Opening the record book in her hand, the pen froze again, "Before starting this assessment, I have a I want to talk to you about something else."

"Please say."

"BN12." Mrs. Clark looked into his eyes, "I gave him a root canal treatment last week, and found that his dental condition did not match his identity record."

Hawk raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"His teeth don't seem to be quite the same as the dentist's records," Mrs. Clark said. "I find it a little strange that it is rare for people to suddenly grow three wisdom teeth at this age."

"Maybe he's an exception." Hawke brushed off the dust on the brim of his hat, and said lightly, "Maybe Asians have a special physique...or his previous dentist records were wrong."

"Maybe." Mrs. Clark didn't discuss this issue further, and opened the ink pen, "Then let's start, Mr. Warden."

"Well, okay." Hawk lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and a sharp light flashed across his gray-blue eyes.

A parallel cabin.

Reeves was crammed into a cell at the end of the corridor by two masked guards.

Like all of Gabrin's cells, there was a toilet, a sink, a double bunk bed, and a prisoner with gloomy eyes and lifeless eyes.

Well, this is his "home"... Levi moved his wrist and looked at his dark and muscular roommate with killer eyes.This man should be of Hispanic descent, with high cheekbones and a narrow nose bridge characteristic of Hispanic ancestry. Dense tattoos protruded from the linen prison uniform, covering almost all of the exposed skin, even the cheeks were not spared.

Looks like a tough character.

As a killer, there is no need to have a good relationship with his roommate, let alone being gay, Levi just glanced at him and started packing his luggage - in fact, there was only a sheet, a quilt and a pillow.

However, his roommate was very friendly and took the initiative to say "hi" to him.

Levi was a little surprised, and ignored him with a cold face.The tattooist raised his voice: "I said hi."

Levi's had to stop and said, "Hi."

"Japanese?"

"No." Levi jumped onto the bed and planned to sleep on it for a while. The medicine Mrs. Clark gave him contained sedative ingredients, and he was always dazed and drowsy.

"It's almost time for dinner." The tattoo expert seemed to be a chatterbox, or he had been locked up alone for too long, and he was very rare as a roommate. He stood by the bed and chatted with him persistently, "I suggest you relax after sleep again."

Is it still possible to let the wind out here?Levi's heart skipped a beat. He has been locked up since he came in, and he was released from the infirmary just now. So far, no one has taught him any precautions for going to prison.So he raised himself up and asked, "When will the wind be released? Where will it be released?"

"It won't be in the sea after all." The tattoo expert shrugged, "It's just outside. You can take a walk for half an hour after eating, and you can also play cards. If you are below D-level, you can participate in the reading club." Grabbing Levi's left hand Arm looked at it, staring, "Are you S-class? How many people have you killed? Or have you stolen some nuclear missiles?"

Levi saw a trace of awe in his eyes, and asked, "How many levels are there? How are they divided?"

The tattoo expert immediately turned on the Jianghu Baixiaosheng mode: "N, T, D, S, there are four alert levels in total, S level is the highest, cannot participate in any public activities, cannot leave the cabin, and must be interrogated by the warden regularly .”

Levi looked at the black and bold "S" on his left arm, and suddenly realized that he naturally had the aura of "the strongest murderer", so he probably didn't have to worry about being bullied.

It seems that it should be my roommate who should be worried?

Sure enough, the roommate took the initiative to stay away from him.Levi simply sat up and asked him, "Which level can leave the cabin?"

"N level." The tattoo expert said, "N level can go to the library every weekend, and if you believe in religion, you can also attend church."

"What about Class S?" Levi's asked, "How can I leave Class A?"

"Dead." The tattoo master shrugged, "or half dead, seriously ill...they will send you to the morgue or infirmary."

Levi looked at the sky, and the tattoo expert added: "Of course, there are also interrogations, or the warden is in a bad mood and sends you directly to confinement... You should have just come out of there? Do you want to go back again?"

Reeves didn't want to answer his lung tube poking question, lay down again, and closed his eyes.

The tattoo expert scratched his ear, walked closer and carefully confirmed the letters on his arm, then looked at the "T" on his arm with regret, and was in awe of his roommate who was at the top of the food chain: "Don't even think about it." There are so many, in comparison, you should know that this is a good place."

Yes, compared with the mortuary, infirmary, interrogation room, and confinement room, the prison cell is indeed a good place, especially the lower bunk houses a strong Hispanic man suffering from communication hunger.

How warm and loving.

However, he still has to find a way to get out of here and find an opportunity to go to the infirmary or the library... Levi thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out. He opened his eyes and saw his roommate sitting on the lower bunk in the small mirror above the sink. With a "poof", a small spark exploded, and an idea suddenly sprouted.