Chapter 1193 The Cry of the Lamb (V)

Florence Supermax Prison (Florence Adx Supermax Prison), Denver, Colorado, USA, 7:20 pm.

A giant van truck with black front and white back stopped on a concrete road made of special materials. Because the vehicle body was too heavy and the inertia was too strong, when the brakes were stepped on, the tires left a black mark on the road.

Behind the van truck, there were four FBI escort vehicles. After the truck stopped, the leading vehicle continued to move forward and turned a corner to block the front of the truck.

After the small vehicle stopped, the four doors opened synchronously, and four armed policemen with live ammunition came out of the car and lined up on both sides of the truck.

The last escort vehicle stopped at the end of the truck, and this time, two FBI field uniforms, a scholar in a suit, and Davis in a civilian uniform came out of the car.

After getting off the car, Davis put on sunglasses first. Although it was night, so many vehicles gathered together and the lights were a bit dazzling. William, who was dressed in a suit, walked up and shook hands with him. Davis glanced at him and 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 last step of the escort, which was to transport the prisoners to the prison.

After all the commanders and armed personnel entered the scene, the special driver drove other small vehicles out of the scene to prevent anyone from interfering with the escort in advance.

There was only one truck left in front of the prison gate, and the explosion-proof roadblocks built by the armed police. All the armed personnel hid behind the roadblocks in groups of three, aiming at the truck door.

The commander withdrew 200 meters away, and a fully armed armed policeman and a supervising agent came to Davis behind him. Davis put down the walkie-talkie, took off his sunglasses, and watched the agent check the equipment on the armed police.

After the inspection, a female agent holding a form came forward. Davis took a look at the content on the form, picked up the pen next to the form, and signed his name. The female agent took the form to the armed police and the supervising agent for confirmation.

After all the confirmations were completed, the armed police and the agent walked to the door of the truck. For a moment, the sound of "clicking" guns was heard one after another, and all the lighting tools were aimed at the door, making it as bright as day.

Under the strong white light, the door slowly opened, but there was no prisoner inside the door, but a closed square metal box. Judging from the equipment hung on the outside of the metal box, the box was completely sealed, and even the air exchange was completed through machines and oxygen delivery systems.

The armed police adjusted the position of the firearms mounted on his chest, grabbed the handrail by the door, climbed into the car, opened the lock that fixed the box, pulled the joystick on the right, and the slide rail above the car slowly descended.

The agent who was still standing outside the door grabbed the front end of the slide and pulled it down. A step extended from the front half of the slide. After the agents fixed the end of the step on the ground, they also stepped into the carriage. Together, they pushed the metal box out along the slide.

After the box slid to the ground, the two teams of six armed police officers closest to the vehicle were stationed on both sides, with weapons loaded with full magazines, all aimed at the metal box door.

Davis stepped forward and entered the password on the combination lock himself. After he stepped back, another agent stepped forward and entered the second password, followed by the third password. After all the passwords were entered, the door opened.

In an instant, the strong light made the figure inside completely invisible. The purpose of doing this was to make the prisoner lose his eyesight for a short time to prevent him from suddenly hurting people.

But in fact, the prisoner in the box had no ability to hurt people, because he was wearing a straitjacket, a metal mask, and shackles on his feet. In addition, he was locked in a cage with iron bars thicker than a fist.

The iron cage was pushed out of the box in the same way, but this time, there was no need to open the cage door, because there were universal wheels under the cage. The agents and armed police pushed the cage to the prison gate.

All the armed police lined up on both sides, and Davis followed at the end of the team. He looked at Schiller's back in the cage and slowly narrowed his eyes.

In the glimpse just now, he saw Schiller's desolate gray eyes.

He looked nothing like the elegant and gentle scholar he met in the hall, but his temperament was indeed worthy of such strict monitoring.

The escort team slowly moved forward in the dark, first walking through an empty square, and then walking up a slope to the building.

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 outdoors have high walls and electric fences, and all indoor routes have surveillance and weapons.

After going around to the back of the building, there is a small door that only allows two people, one in front and one behind, to push the cage forward. The rest of the people can only follow behind. After the two armed policemen entered, Davis entered from the door on the other side of the building, and after the cage entered the elevator, he also got on the elevator.

In the elevator, there were only two escorts, Schiller in the cage, and Davis.

The bottom of the cage was raised, and Schiller's feet were completely fixed in the metal at the bottom, unable to move, and the straitjacket on his upper body was also fixed to the railings on both sides of the cage with iron chains.

Generally speaking, ordinary serious criminals would not use such strict restraint methods, because most serious criminals, even if they were bombings, were still human beings. Humans are carbon-based creatures and cannot compete with steel.

But Davis knew that this prison was not so simple. The FBI decided to activate it in advance just to target special serious criminals like Schiller who might cause great harm and for whom ordinary restraint methods might not be effective at all.

As far as Davis knew, there were at least a dozen targets like Schiller, and the ultimate goal of this prison was not to lock them up until they died of old age, but to let them do their part for the security of the federation in another way.

The elevator slowly stopped, Davis walked out first, followed by the escort and the cage holding Schiller, walking along the dark corridor. The cage moved between the densely packed doors like a train traveling through time and space.

Davis stopped in front of a door at the end of the room, and the escort pointed the door of the cage at the door, and the two doors fit together tightly.

Then, Davis signed another document, and one of the escorts pointed the gun at Schiller's head and said to him in a serious voice: "Don't move your head, look forward, and stay completely still until I ask you to do something, otherwise we will shoot."

Schiller did not respond, but stood there silently. Davis came to the back of the cage, half-crouched down, entered the password on the combination lock there, and then pressed a button.

Two escorts pulled the metal that fixed Schiller's feet outward to give Schiller some room to move. The escort who shouted said, "Lift your feet and stand on it."

Schiller lifted one of his feet and stood on the metal block. Then the iron chain that fixed the straitjacket on the railing was untied. Another escort stood behind Schiller and said, "I will unzip the back for you. Don't do anything extreme, otherwise we will shoot immediately."

After that, 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.

Because the sleeves of the straitjacket were hung with two heavy chains, after the zipper on the back was unzipped, the straitjacket fell off Schiller's body, revealing the prison uniform.

"There is a pair of handcuffs hanging in front of you. Please put them on immediately."

Schiller looked up and found that there was a pair of handcuffs hanging above the door frame of the prison room in front of him, just where he could reach with his hands, so he stretched out his hands to take the handcuffs off and put them on his wrists.

"Now, go into the room, turn around to face us, and raise your hands above your head." The escort spoke again.

Schiller stepped forward and walked out of the cage, crossed the threshold and came to the room. He was barefoot without shoes, but the floor inside was not cold, and some insulation measures should have been taken.

After Schiller walked over, he turned around, and the eyes above the mask stared at Davis standing in front of the door. One of the escorts turned around and left, going to a place very far away from the cell, and slowly lowered the door of the cell through remote control.

After the door of the cell was closed, the entire room was completely closed, with no windows connected to the outside world, and no surveillance windows. The entire room was a closed can that was completely blocked from any light and air.

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 narrow aisle leading to the door. Apart from that, there is nothing.

If you have to describe it, it is very much like a second-class seat on a train. The space the prisoners have is a chair to sit on and a little space in front to put their legs.

Compared with the second-class seat, the only advantage is that the floor height is high enough. There is a distance of almost 4 meters from the ground to the ceiling. The whole cell is like a deep well.

And this design is not for enough space, but because the oxygen supply device, monitors and speakers for circulating air are all on the ceiling, which is to prevent prisoners from touching them.

Schiller just sat down on the edge of the bed, and Davis' voice sounded from the speaker above his head.

"Good evening, Professor Rodriguez." Davis' opening remarks were a little brisk, like a qualified radio host.

"I think you should have discovered that the mask you wear can not only prevent bites, but also fix your mandible, making it impossible for you to speak."

"We are well aware of the lethality of the language used by a psychiatrist, so I'm sorry, during your sentence, you can only remain silent without our permission."

Schiller looked up at the ceiling, and Davis, who was watching his expression through the monitor, actually saw a trace of innocence in his focused eyes, but this did not make him feel relaxed, but made a chill climb up his spine to the back of his head.

"Professor Schiller, please don't worry about whether you can leave here before the end of your sentence. I believe the answer is obvious."

"But more importantly, such strict monitoring measures are not just to restrict your freedom. This is not only a restriction, but also a protection."

"In order to make our subsequent conversation more pleasant, I will first express our sincerity to you." Davis raised his voice slightly and spoke.

"When you got off the car, you should have seen that William Denechter came here with me, but the difference is that I came here to ensure your safety, while he wanted your life."

"To show my sincerity, I agreed to his request for your first mental status 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 are not stupid enough to kill people in a prison with strict surveillance, and you will not take the initiative to increase your sentence with such atrocities, but we will provide you with a little help."

"For the next week, you will stay in this isolated prison, and confess your crimes with extreme sensory deprivation punishment."

"At the same time, in the darkness and loneliness, accumulate your crazy desires and serve a bloody feast to your prey."

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