3:10 a.m.

The entire Glenn Canyon dam is pitch black, and during the time when there is no flooding, it is quiet like a movie screen with the pause button pressed.

In this silent night, a few scarlet points of light suddenly appeared on the horizon, and then, with a roar, several helicopter gunships pierced the darkness and landed on a tarmac on the flood bank of Glenn Canyon

Several men in radiation suits stepped out of the helicopter and stood on the edge of the apron, quietly waiting for something.

Soon, through a door below, a group of heavily armed soldiers came out, and they unhurriedly surrounded the helicopters, and then a man who looked like a captain walked out.

"Good evening, please show your ID." He said.

This man obviously knew in advance that a new prisoner was going to be escorted over, and he knew the colleagues in charge of the transportation well, but the rules and procedures still had to be followed.

The person opposite him didn't say anything, but directly took out some documents and a few cards.

After a simple scan and confirmation, the captain nodded, "What about the prisoners?" He asked again.

As soon as the words fell, a prisoner wearing a sealed helmet was pushed off the helicopter, and at the same time, a guard followed closely and took off his helmet.

Under the helmet was a sinister face ——— Hannibal in his 40s.

It's just that now he is in a hazy state with blank eyes, apparently injected with hallucinogens or other drugs

"Caught yesterday afternoon in the IPZ-127 district, this guy is a psychopath who seems to be able to ignore Bill X and kill a person in the hospital, Level 2 ability," the escort introduced.

"Alright, alright." The captain of the prison side interrupted the other party while nodding: "There will be special people to look at the prisoner files, and the ability level hehe, it's a joke here." ”

The other party thought about it for a while, and it was right to think about it, so the two skipped the content of these exchanges and completed the handover process directly.

The helicopter slowly rose up, and Hannibal was pushed by the guards into the whitewater prison.

Whitewater Prison is not large, the security facilities inside are similar to most pre-war prisons, there are no high-tech equipment and surveillance systems, and compared to the Arkham Asylum, it is almost a kindergarten-level place.

However, because all the people who have arrived here have been eliminated from their abilities, they are no different from ordinary people, so even if it is such a simple incarceration measure, they will not worry that someone will escape from prison, and the lie of "the outside world is dangerous" has long been ingrained in the hearts of these people, so no one will want to escape from prison, take 10,000 steps back, even if there is a person who is not afraid of death and wants to escape, then where can he escape, nearly a thousand kilometers of no man's land outside, if you run out for three days, it is estimated that you will be so hungry that you will take the initiative to turn yourself in.

Therefore, there is almost no possibility of escaping from Whitewater Prison, and the security measures do not have to be so serious.

Hannibal was groggy, he felt as if he had been pushed into some scanning machine, as if he had taken a shower, and then he was taken to a room in a daze, and after a short time, he fell asleep.

It took an unknown amount of time before he finally came to his senses.

Looking at the sealed cell that didn't even have a window around him, and then at his prison uniform, he nodded with satisfaction: "Well, it seems that it's quite easy to go to prison." ”

Yes, Hannibal took the initiative to enter the whitewater prison, and this is really easy for a wanted fugitive, yesterday, Hannibal quietly sneaked back into the city, and then found a densely populated place to show his face, within 15 minutes, he was surrounded by the police, and the first step of this plan is completed.

So what did he do by sending himself to Whitewater Prison?

Didn't he say before, he was looking for a guy named Jimmy?

Jimmy's nickname [Leech], he is 49 years old this year, judging from the photos, he should have been a very cute young man when he was young, but now, he is a middle-aged bald and fat uncle.

Jimmy is a level 1 mutant, he doesn't have any combat abilities, and he's even a little diabetic, but some people define him as a level 5 mutant because his ability is so special, his ability is ———, "Makes all the mutants in the neighborhood have no abilities." ”

Yes, it's such a skill that can't be said to be very useful, but I have to admit that it is indeed a very bullish skill.

And this ability has also increased little by little as he grows, when he was only a teenager, his range of influence was only less than a meter around himself, and now, he has been able to influence the surrounding area for a full ten kilometers.

That's why everyone in Whitewater is an ordinary person.

It is precisely because of the particularity of his abilities that in the past 49 years, he has never gone to school, has never had friends, has not had much contact with the outside world, and has never been in love, in fact, he has been locked up in various places since he was a child, robbed by various organizations, and after the mutants ruled the world, he was also directly imprisoned in Whitewater Prison, and it was only at this time that he finally lived a somewhat stable life.

Someone once said that if you lock a person in a room for four weeks, he will become a fool, but if there is a TV computer game console in his room, then he will become an otaku.

And Jimmy, apparently, is the latter.

In a long-term solitary environment,Of course, he became a boy who was addicted to fantasy country.,Coincidentally,His ability makes the government have to raise him.,So,It's logical for him to have endless games.,Endless books.,All kinds of hand-made pillows are all over the house.。

Yes, this is almost all the dreams of an otaku, and as long as he stays in his room honestly, then he can continue to live this perfect otaku life forever!

So Jimmy was very satisfied, and he lived to be very happy in Whitewater Prison until he was 49 years old.

Until one sunny afternoon.

The good life he once had was completely gone.

On this day, as usual, the cat was playing games in his room

There was a knock on the door.

Jimmy was a little puzzled, because under normal circumstances, no one would bother him.

"Who?" He paused the game a little grumpy and yelled.

"It's a routine health check!" Voices outside responded