Rikers Island Jail, New York.

At night, all kinds of noise and strange screams fill the entire prison.

As the largest prison in New York City, Rikers Island Penitentiary also houses the largest number of criminals in New York.

More than 10,000 criminals in custody, including suspects who have been convicted, but many more who have already been convicted, are imprisoned for a variety of reasons, from the most minor burglary to murder and drug production, repeating the freedom and diversity of the United States.

Guarding such a large number of criminals can be a dangerous job even for the guards at Rikers Island Jail.

After all, these criminals who will be imprisoned in Rikers Island Prison are not white rabbits to be slaughtered.

The goodness and beauty of prison only exist in movie fantasy, and in real time, prison is never a beautiful place.

As soon as there is a slight relaxation, there will be a riot.

"Have you heard?"

Standing at the prison gate, listening to the ghosts and wolves of criminals, a prison guard with a crumbling hairline turned his head to the black prison guard on the side and said.

“…… The mayor said he was ready to close the Rikers Island prison within 10 years. ”

"Close the Rikers Island Jail, he's crazy?!"

Hearing the news from his colleagues, the black prison guard immediately showed an expression of disbelief.

Rikers Island Prison, as the prison with the most criminals in the entire New York City, how could it be said that it was closed, and what about these guys behind him.

"Who knows, but I heard that the mayor gave a reason that there were reports that the number of inmates in New York City had dropped and law and order continued to improve, so the New York government decided that this was the most opportune time to close the Rikers Island prison."

Shrugging his shoulders, the warbar, with a worried hairline, relayed what he had seen in the newspaper in the morning.

"I think they all value the land in the prison, just for the money."

The black prison guards were noncommittal.

Rikers Island Jail is not only the largest prison in the whole of New York City, but also represents a huge interest, not much from the nearest LaGuardia airport to the prison, if the city government can take the Rikers Island Jail of more than 420 hectares of land, then it will be a big project for the airport to expand.

"The prison guards' union will not agree to this decision."

The United States has unions for everything, and even prison guards have their own unions.

After all, they didn't come to the prison to work as prison guards for any righteous reason, purely for money.

In the United States, a high-spending country, once you leave money, it means that your whole life is over.

Therefore, the purpose of the emergence of trade unions is to ensure the rights of workers, which is simply money.

Of course, the existence of trade unions is not entirely positive.

There are many scenes in the United States where many industries have lost all hands because of the toughness of the unions, the most representative of which is the automobile industry, because of the excessive toughness of the unions and unlimited welfare requirements, the entire automobile industry in the United States has suffered a huge blow.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the auto industry unions are the cancer that has brought down the American auto industry.

"Someone visited the prison."

Just as the two prison guards were discussing the possibility of the future closure of the Rikers Island prison, killing time, a voice from the walkie-talkie interrupted their interest.

"What's the number?"

Hearing the words on the walkie-talkie, the black prison guard smashed his mouth, and then pressed the call and asked.

"Number 9554."

From the intercom, a simple number came.

“9554？”

However, for this number, the black prison guards seemed to be a little concerned.

"Is that Parker Robbins?"

"Parker Robbins, that serial murderer in Brooklyn?"

On the side, the hairline prison guard couldn't help but speak.

As prison guards guarding prisons with thousands of people, not all of the criminals are known by name.

The reason why Parker Robbins's name is so clear is naturally because the crimes he committed are extremely rare even in prisons like Rikers Island Prison, and Parker Robbins himself looks very different from the traditional violent and tall criminals, so the prison guards are so concerned.

"I heard that guy is a super-criminal who has mastered witchcraft, and was caught by the defenders of Hell's Kitchen before being sent to Rikers Island?"

Frowning, the hairline guard pondered the various rumors about Parker Robbins and continued.

"If Parker Robbins is really a super-criminal who has mastered witchcraft, how can he still be put in prison by us, and he has already escaped from prison."

Black prison guards apparently don't take what their colleagues say very seriously.

"Maybe you're right."

Hearing the black prison guard's rebuttal, the hairline prison guard couldn't help but nod.

After a few more conversations with the hairline prison guard standing guard, the black prison guard walked into the prison behind him under the urging of the walkie-talkie.

Naturally, more than 10,000 criminals cannot all be held in one prison.

In this case, not only will it put great pressure on the manpower of the prison guards, but it will also become a disaster that will be difficult to suppress in the event of a riot.

As a result, large prisons such as Rikers Island Prison are divided into about 10 prisons each, thus separating prisoners of different sexes and ages.

Many low-risk prisoners are locked in dozens of rooms with up to 50 beds in a room, crammed into the same room like sardine cans.

Of course, this is the treatment of these prisoners who do not commit high crimes.

Like Parker Robbins, a dangerous person who has dozens of lives on his body and is guilty of the most heinous crimes.

Rikers Island Prison did not dare to put him in the same room as ordinary criminals, in fact, for these prisoners with serious crimes, Rikers Island Prison will take special care of them, and keep them in separate and cramped cells one by one, so as to minimize the time these guys spend communicating with each other.

Even, if he could, even the so-called visiting time in front of him, the prison did not want to give Parker Robbins.

Unfortunately, due to the excessive promotion of human rights and freedoms, even prisons have begun to prescribe this set of human rights in recent years.

Therefore, even for a heinous existence like Parker Robbins, prisons must guarantee his rights, including the indispensable right to surveillance.

Bang Bang!

"Be quiet!"

Walking through the corridor of the prison, where all kinds of dangerous criminals were held, the black prison guard slammed on the railing and yelled at the criminals who kept screaming in the prison.

"Parker Robbins, someone came to see you again."

Ignoring the cursing coming from inside the prison, the black guard stopped at a narrow prison door, and saw Parker Robbins' figure writhing in the shadows through the narrow barred bars of the prison door, which only allowed eyes to peek.

"What is he doing?"

He yelled at Parker Robbins inside the prison, only to find that he was ignoring his own cries.

The black prison guard couldn't help but turn his head to the prison guard who was patrolling on the side.

"Who knows."

Shrugging his shoulders, the patrolling guards were clearly unaware of Parker Robbins' situation.

Of course, this is also normal, after all, there are so many places in the entire prison that need to be patrolled, and it is impossible for him to keep an eye on Parker Robbins.

"Parker Robbins, get ready to go to the cell!"

Hearing the patrol guard's answer, the black prison guard also nodded knowingly, stretched out his baton and knocked the iron door of the prison, and at the same time reached out and put it on his waist to signal the patrol guard on the side to open the door.

Squeak!

Under the gaze of the black prison guard, the patrol guard opened the iron door of Parker Robbins's prison, and with the piercing sound of the iron door turning, the dim light of the prison corridor entered the Parker Robbins prison, and the black prison guard noticed that the wall in the Parker Robbins prison room seemed to be densely covered with something.

"I'm ready."

However, before the black prison guards could take a closer look at what was written inside the cell.

The figure of Parker Robbins came to the door of the cell, blocking the view of the black prison guard.

Click, click!

Taking out the handcuffs to re-wrap Parker Robbins's hands, the black prison guard turned his head to look at the iron door of the cell that had been re-closed by the patrol guards, and then put away the slight uneasiness that had sprung up in his heart for some reason, and led Parker Robbins towards the visiting cell.

……

"You're finally here, Parker!"

Prison, visitation room.

John King looked at Parker Robbins across the bulletproof glass, a forced smile on his face, and it was clear that he was suffering from the pain of waiting for his second visit.

Looking at Parker Robbins in the visitor's cell, John King reached into his shirt and revealed his journal.

"I've got the log, so how do I get it to you next?"

"You don't need to give it to me."

Sitting in a chair in the visitor's cell, Parker Robbins looked at John King across from him and replied meaningfully.

"What?!"

In the face of Parker Robbins's reply, the expression on John King's face did not have time to make any changes, and suddenly he felt a lightness in his chest, and the place where the journal was originally hidden was now empty.

Reaching out and touching the shirt where the journal had disappeared, John King looked at Parker Robbins in the visitor's cell with a look of astonishment and shock.

"In fact, when we met, I already got the logs."

Silently said to John King in front of him, got the journal he wanted, Parker Robbins didn't seem to have any intention of staying in the visiting room any longer, he took the initiative to get up and asked to go back to the prison in the surprised eyes of the prison guards behind him.

……

Bang dang!

Back in the cell, the light in the room was once again darkened with the screeching sound of the iron door closing.

Sitting on a bed only one person wide, Parker Robbins listened to the footsteps of the patrolling guards getting farther and farther away until they disappeared, and then slowly reached into the collar of his jacket to take out the log3 hidden on his body.

"Haha, Parker Robbins, you're really embarrassed now......"

As Parker Robbins' gaze fell on the log 3 in his hand, his forehead began to flash with a faint eye sign, and the voice of [Bill Seifer] sounded in his ears.

"Help me, [Bill Seifer]!"

It was only at this time that the expression on Parker Robbins' face that had been maintained began to change.

After being defeated by the defenders, burning his red hood and imprisoned, Parker Robbins never showed any despair precisely because he still had Log 3 in his hands, and he knew that with the strength of [Bill Seifer], he would definitely be able to help him get out of this damn prison.

"I've already helped you once, Parker Robbins."

In the face of Parker Robbins's request, [Bill Seifer]'s tone was a little nonchalant.

"This time you're the one who messed things up."

"I know, but [Bill Seifer] we had a deal, and if I'm in jail all the time, how can I help you get the deal done."

“……”

"It's a big problem."

Parker Robbins' words seem to have succeeded in convincing Bill Sever.

Its voice pondered for a moment, and then spoke under Parker Robbins' nervous gaze: "Okay, Parker Robbins, I have to admit that this is a bargaining chip that I can't refuse, in order to make the deal go smoothly, I agree to your request, make an exception and help you again......"

Hearing [Bill Seifer]'s answer, Parker Robbins's heart was relieved.

As the voice of [Bill Sever] fell, the eye symbol flickering on Parker Robbins' forehead gradually dimmed, and at the same time, the log 3 in his hand began to flip automatically without wind.

There are all kinds of strange supernatural patterns emerging from the constantly flipping journal, which are the various supernatural creatures recorded in the journal, and among the many pages, Parker Robbins seems to see a missing page, but because the journal is turning too fast, he is not sure if what he is seeing is true, or if he is simply wrong.

Before he had time to think about what he had seen, as the journal flipped through, the strange words he had written over the years began to glow with a faint red light on the walls of Parker Robbins' cell, and an eye icon identical to his forehead appeared on a triangular pattern in the center of the text.

The eyes on the pattern blinked, and in an instant the words of these cells swam as if they had come to life, like a whirlpool absorbed by the eyes of the triangular pattern.

Boom –

Inside the cell, a blinding red light flashed and disappeared.

As the red light faded, Parker Robbins disappeared from the cell wall, and was replaced by a strange red hood from Parker Robbins.

"Now, it's your turn, Parker Robbins."

Raising his palm, feeling the power of his regain, Parker Robbins' face was just a smile.

Immediately after, the voice of [Bill Sever] sounded in my ears again.

Click!

In the next second, with a crisp turning sound, the closed iron door of the cell opened.

"Finish the rest of our deal, haha......"