Chapter 1193 The Cry of the Lamb (V)

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

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

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 simultaneously, 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 headlights 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 "kakaka" of gun loading sounded 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 tail 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 the routes exposed to the outdoors have high walls and electric fences, and all the indoor routes are monitored and equipped with weapons.

After going around to the back of the building, there is a small door. Only two people can push the cage forward, one in front and one behind. 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 the upper body was also fixed to the railings on both sides of the cage with iron chains.

Generally speaking, ordinary felons will not use such strict restraint methods, because most felons, even if they are making explosives, are still humans. Humans are carbon-based creatures and cannot be combined with steel. Competitive.

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But Davis knew that this prison was not that simple. The FBI decided to activate it in advance precisely to deal with special severe sentences like Schiller that may cause great harm and where ordinary restraint methods may be completely ineffective. commit.

As far as Davis knows, there are at least a dozen more targets like Schiller, and the ultimate purpose of this prison is not to imprison them until they die of old age, but to let them use another method to serve the federal government. Do your part to be safe.

The elevator stopped slowly. Davis walked out first, followed closely by the escort and the cage holding Schiller. They walked forward along the dark corridor. As 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. The escort aligned the door of the prison cage with the door of the room, and the two doors faced each other tightly.

Afterwards, Davis signed another document, and one of the escorts pointed a gun at Schiller's head and said to him: "Don't move your head, look ahead, before I ask you to take action." , stay completely still or we will shoot."

Schiller didn't respond and just stood there silently. Davis came to the back of the cage, squatted down and entered the password on the password lock there, and then pressed the button.

The two escorts pulled the metal that fixed the steps outward to give Schiller's feet a certain amount of room to move. The escort who shouted said: "Put your feet up and stand on it."

Schiller raised one of his feet and stood on top of the metal block. Then the chain on the railing of the uniform was untied. Another escort stood behind Schiller and said, "I will Unzip your back and don't do anything drastic or we'll shoot you immediately."

After speaking, 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 there were two heavy iron chains hanging from the sleeves of the straitjacket, after the zipper on the back was opened, the straitjacket fell smoothly and separated from Schiller's body, revealing the prison uniform.

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

Schiller raised his eyes and found a pair of handcuffs hanging on the door frame of the prison room in front of him, just within reach of his hand. So he stretched out his hands to take off the handcuffs and put them on his wrists. superior.

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

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

Schiller walked over and turned around, his eyes above the mask staring at Davis standing in front of the door. One of the escorts turned and left, going to a place very far away from the cell. Through remote control, the cell's The door slowly lowered.

After the cell door is closed, the entire room is completely sealed. There is no window to the outside world or a monitoring window. The entire room is a closed can that is completely impervious to 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 thin aisle. It leads to the door, but there is nothing else.

If I have to describe it, this is very much like a second-class seat on a train. The space the prisoner has is a chair to sit on and a little room for legs in front.

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

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

Schiller had just sat down on the edge of the bed when Davis's voice blared from the speakers above him.

"Good evening, Professor Rodriguez." Davis began with a light tone, like a qualified radio host.

"I think you should have discovered that the mask you are wearing not only prevents bites, but also fixes your mandible so that you cannot speak."

"We know all too well how damaging the words used by a psychiatrist can be, so we regret that without our permission you will have to remain silent for the duration of your sentence."

Schiller looked up at the ceiling, and Davis, who looked at his expression through the monitor, actually saw a trace of innocence in his focused eyes. However, this did not make him feel relaxed, but instead caused a chill to run down his spine. Climbing up his spine and onto 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 already obvious."

"But more importantly, such strict monitoring measures are not just to restrict your freedom. In addition to being a restriction, it is also a kind of 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 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 imprisonment. I hope that this sacrifice can lay the foundation for our good cooperation in the future."

"Of course, I know that you will not be 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, with extreme sensory deprivation punishment, to confess the crimes you have committed."

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