Chapter 1430 New Arkham (Part 2)

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

The bright headlights of the prison van transporting the prisoners cast a bright arc-shaped trace on the black road. As the light spot slowed down and gradually stopped, armed security guards filed out of the prison and pointed their guns at the prison van.

The extremely skilled escort process progressed step by step until a strong criminal in a straitjacket was pushed out of the prison van. Amanda Waller pushed open the prison door and came behind the guard to confirm the signature of the document.

"Keep an eye on him." Amanda said coldly, "As far as I know, this Thomas Elliot has no extraordinary abilities, but you must not relax. Don't forget how many people he killed."

Amanda pursed her lips tightly, with a hint 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 is that he has killed 17 more people."

"Bandage Killer, what a prestigious reputation." Amanda closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said, "When he was arrested, he had just killed Kansas. A farmer's family in the southern part of the state. The remaining little girl is only eleven years old. She has lost her parents, grandparents and uncle forever and has become an orphan. "

The atmosphere at the scene was so heavy that it seemed to be frozen. The captain of the guard team was a middle-aged white man. He stepped forward 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 prison vans with prisoners and fully armed guards entered the prison in a mighty manner. Looking inside from the gate, the prison was no longer as quiet and dark as before. Most of the cells were lit.

In order to ensure that her years of hard work would not be destroyed, Amanda finally compromised with the FBI and Congress. The Florence Super Prison would also accept ordinary serial killers, instead of those with special abilities as before.

This makes this prison closer to an ordinary prison for serious criminals. Although it is still very harsh, it is no longer inhumane. Prisoners are detained for a maximum of 20 hours a day, with one hour of relaxation time and three hours to deal with personal needs and appearance.

Thanks to Amanda's previous idea, this prison was originally used to detain criminals with superpowers, so the security measures are more than one level stronger than other prisons for serious criminals. The FBI knows this, so they throw all the difficult prisoners here.

In fact, the effect of detention has been very good so far. After all, if your goal is to lock up a monster with infinite strength and can fly, ordinary humans trapped by the earth's gravity are not so difficult to deal with.

In the office, Amanda stared at the eyes of the captain of the guard, Hogbis, and said, "I say, he must be put in a strict detention cell with a security level of A, and then be monitored around the clock!"

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

"He is a Gotham man!" Amanda walked up and stared at Hogbis and said, "Isn't that 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 of monitoring. The FBI is waiting for us to make mistakes."

Amanda stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyebrows and said, "I know better than you that they throw one difficult criminal after another here just to make trouble for them. Believe me, I won't make mistakes."

Hogbis 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 Elliot has been arrested? Yes, the FBI has thrown him to me."

"As always, I need all his information, including his 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 in the phone.

"Amanda, do you think this can really last? Take over those brutal and difficult killers, hoping that they were once on my contact list, and then I will provide you with their weaknesses, and you can customize the detention strategy based on their weaknesses?"

"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 killers are destined to have a grave, I hope it is this prison."

"Then wish you good luck." Schiller didn't persuade much. He hung up the phone. Amanda supported 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 luxurious single cells of the past. Even the strict detention cells are four-person rooms. The only difference is that the prison has higher ceilings, with two beds on the ground. The two beds are fixed at half the height of the room, and the ladders are completely separated, reducing the possibility of conflicts.

A burly man with a face full of bandages was pushed into the cell. His whole face was covered by the bandages, with only one left eye exposed. It was full of cruelty and madness, but who would not be cruel and crazy if they were locked up in such a cell?

As soon as the bandage killer walked in, a bald man wearing 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 could Amanda let you live here with a head full of ridiculous cloth strips? She stripped my pants off at the beginning!"

The remaining two people, one curled up on the bed, and the other stood behind the bald man. The bandage killer lowered his head and walked towards his bed, but was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder, and then the world spun around.

He was thrown to the ground. The strong bald man stepped on his chest and said to him, "I heard that you are a fanatical fan of Bruce Wayne, the rich man, and you had plastic surgery to look like him. He is a beauty. I once asked the prison guard for two newspapers with gossip about him and had sex with them twice. How about it? Let me have sex?"

Just as 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 the knuckles dug into the fragile part of the ankle. The bald man screamed in pain, and one leg was pulled forward hard. The center of gravity was unstable, and he fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Bang bang bang!"

The prison guard knocked hard on the railing, and the bandaged killer let go. The bald man stood up, covering one arm, and kept spewing dirty words from his mouth, staring at the prison guard with a sinister look.

The man with the bandages wrapped all over his face said nothing, silently climbed onto the bed, leaned against the wall, and thought about something, but the bald man's evil and lustful eyes never left him.

When it was time to wash up in the evening, the bald man and his henchman were taken out first. The other little man who had been silent moved his body, climbed down from above and sat next to the bandaged killer, and said, "You really, you really look like Bruce Wayne?"

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

The little man was startled, and a voice so low and hoarse that it was almost inaudible rang out: "It's not in the newspaper. I just tried to have plastic surgery to look like Wayne, but the operation was interrupted."

The little man closed his mouth. When he heard footsteps coming from the end of the corridor, he lowered his voice and said to the bandage killer: "You'd better not let 'Big Dog' know that you are disfigured, otherwise he may change from wanting to have sex with you to wanting to kill you."

After a while, the strong bald man called Big Dog violently opened the door, glanced coldly at the bandage killer sitting on the bed by the door, and the prison guard knocked on the railing, signaling the remaining two people to put on handcuffs and go to wash.

The bandage killer 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.

Without the prison guard, Big Dog and his companion stood up again and approached the position of the bandage killer.

In Schiller's office in Arkham Hospital, Jonathan rested his elbow on the table out of boredom, propped his cheek with his hand and said, "Seriously, do I have to use the same lab with that pighead? His hygiene regulations are shit! He doesn't even put things back after use, it's so annoying."

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

Jonathan immediately shrugged and said, "Forget it, only the woman who likes skinning can tolerate him, 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 Zatanna came to me and asked me to help her analyze a so-called magic potion. ingredients. "

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 professional level. I don't understand magic. As for personality... It's really the same as Bruce a few years ago. "

"You know?" Jonathan changed his hand to support his face and said: "I regret missing Bruce. He is a good research subject, precious and unrepeatable. I think Zatanna also has this trait, and she is in a very gullible period, just like Bruce at the beginning. "

"If you mean to torture each other for four years like Bruce and I, then there is no need. "Schiller continued to focus on his information.

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

"That reckless girl may need some changes, but she has the support of the occult community, ancient bloodline, and noble status. If you mess up, don't blame me for throwing you out of Arkham."

Jonathan sneered and said, "Bruce has an ancient bloodline and a noble status, isn't he?"

"What's wrong with me?"

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

Bruce was a little confused, and the muscles in his arms tensed for a moment, and then quickly relaxed. 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.

"Are you going to transfer back to the Department of Psychology?"