The night was already deep and the sky was full of dark clouds. There was a dull thunderclap rolling in the black clouds, and the rumbling sound seemed to come from the distant horizon. All day, the sky in New York looked like a thunderstorm was about to fall at any moment, but it only made people look at it for a long time.

Not far from downtown New York, somewhere in an unknown location, there is a pitch-black island on the water. There is no light source for hundreds of meters near the island, and the cold wind howls and slaps the salty and wet water on the craggy reef along the coast, and even the water seems to be pitch black.

This is the "Island", one of the four super prisons, dedicated to high-risk criminals with superpowers. Like the other three super prisons, the area was once under the jurisdiction of S.H.I.E.L.D., but after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., control was transferred to the military.

As a prison in which the government has invested countless funds and hired a large number of cutting-edge talents, Gudao has an unquestioned security system of the highest level. It is no exaggeration to say that every inch of the prison is armed, and even the best agents cannot infiltrate.

The island prison is surrounded by water, which is its natural advantage as the only one of the four major prisons on the water. Centered on the island prison, the half-mile radius of the water is filled with jellyfish that release deadly neurotoxins. The courtyard of the prison is arranged with a large force field, and the open space from the gate to a dozen meters away is guarded by automatic batteries, more than thirty guns remotely controlled by a central computer cover every inch of the open space in the courtyard, and anyone who enters without authorization will be strafed into a sieve in an instant.

The prison is also heavily guarded internally. Although the entire isolated island prison looks like a whole tall black building on the outside, it is actually divided into relatively independent areas inside. The structure of the prison is intricate, and the inmates are divided into different areas according to the severity of the crime they record and the strength of the abilities of the super-capable criminals.

Every worker in the silo has undergone an extremely rigorous set of training before joining the company, and most are only allowed to move around their own work area.

For some extremely dangerous superpowered criminals, they are completely isolated in custom-built cells, with no free time and no special circumstances to leave their cells. The cells of these few high-risk criminals have adopted containment programs tailored to their respective abilities to ensure that they cannot use their devastating superpowers to break free from the prison and overturn the prison.

Billy Coverdale, a former S.H.I.E.L.D. Level 5 agent, has been a jailer at Lonely Island Prison since the disbandment of S.H.I.E.L.D. Probably due to seeing that he had many field experiences as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and that his resume was more credible, the prison's superiors directly assigned him to "S" Sector, the highest-risk area of the entire prison.

And now, he is taking Donald, a newcomer who has just been assigned to the area, on a routine nightly patrol to teach the newcomer the details of the whole procedure.

Routine inspections in S-class areas have a very complex process and must be carried out in strict accordance with the requirements of the regulations, and there must be no mistakes in any link. If the boss accidentally discovers that a jailer has missed a link or made a mistake in the sequence of some key steps during a patrol inspection one day, that person must be fired the next day, and there is no room for manoeuvre.

Coverdale took the trouble to highlight to the newcomer the steps to unlock an ultra-high-strength alloy door three times, and urged him to do it himself before taking him on to the next step.

"So many steps, so many security systems," Donald said as he walked down an uncomfortable narrow hallway behind his senior, "there must be a bunch of vicious people imprisoned here." ”

"There is no group." Coverdale walked ahead and glanced back at him, "There's only one." ”

Donald was taken aback: "One? You mean, so much complex and expensive equipment...... All for just one person? ”

"The whole S area of the Lonely Island Prison, yes. For the time being, there is only one person who can be detained here. ”

"Can I know who that one is?"

Coverdale glanced at the newcomer.

"Remember one thing, rookie." He said, "In this place, you shouldn't ask more about things that you don't know about them, and anything you should know will be told by you." I've been here for more than two years, but I still don't know who I'm holding here. You just need to know that a guy who can be assigned to an S-class area and receive such a level of treatment will definitely be able to tear down the entire island with an understatement, so there is absolutely no room for error. ”

Donald held his breath and nodded, "I understand. ”

Coverdale led him to the last door. He also explained in detail the steps of unlocking the door several times, and then supervised the newcomer to open the door. Before walking in, he paused and said mysteriously, "Although we don't know who is locked up inside, you will have a chance to see him in a while." However, he is covered with many layers of steel shackles, and you may not be able to see his original appearance. ”

Donald froze. He thought of the horror of a prisoner who was locked up in an S-class area, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of fear in his heart.

"We ...... Do you have to go see him? ”

"Yes, that's part of the prescribed process. Inspectors have to make sure that the prisoner is in good condition and that all the systems in the cell are working properly. But don't worry, as terrifying as the criminals are locked up here, the 'islands' are not vegetarians. The prison at our feet is too big to imagine, and it's a fortress tailored to these dangerous molecules. Believe me, even gods can trap an island. ”

Hearing him say this, Donald's heart was a little more steady, but he still couldn't help but feel nervous.

They finally came to the outside of this custom-made cage. Located in the heart of the area, the cell is a large, boxy cube enveloped in a powerful force field. And except for the only vent that even mosquitoes can't fly into, the entire room is completely sealed, and the strength of the four walls is able to resist direct bombardment by ICBMs.

After making sure that all the functions inside and outside the cell, including the air conditioning system, were checked, Coverdale pressed the "transparent" switch, and a white wall on the outer side of the cell suddenly became transparent, separated by a pale gold transparent energy barrier.

Donald's eyes widened as he stared directly at the only occupant of the cell.

Coverdale was right, he couldn't tell what he was, but he thought it might be a pretty big guy. This man was covered in layers of shackles, like a huge coat of steel on his body, and the net weight was estimated to be several tons. Even his face was locked up with alloy material, revealing only a pair of yellow eyes.

Donald imagined being shackled in such a sturdy shackle that he couldn't even move a finger. Even in a prison like an isolated island, treatment like this may be unparalleled.

But he couldn't tell why, it was clear that this guy had been locked up and couldn't move at all, but the moment he met the yellow eyes, he suddenly felt cold in his hands and feet. The chill crept up his spine like an ice snake, and the shadow of death enveloped him in an instant.

What kind of terrifying creature can have such a majestic and terrifying murderous aura!

Donald didn't know how long he had been numb, and it wasn't until his colleague turned off the transparency and the walls turned white back that he realized that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

His face was pale, he gasped twice, and pointed to the wall in front of him in disbelief: "That thing ......"

"Yes, I know it's shocking." Coverdale patted him on the shoulder, "I wasn't much better than you when I first saw it. ”

"Okay, but it's still horrible...... Speaking of which, how the hell did this horrible thing get caught in the first place? ”

"God knows. I said, don't ask questions. Coverdale shrugged his shoulders and led him outside, "Alright, our mission is done, we can go see what we can do for a late-night snack......

The door closed heavily again, locking out the voices of the two jailers. Silence returned to the prison.

The bound figure let out a heavy, nasal sound from his nose.

Stupid and weak human, if only he could get out of this place......

"You can easily crush them all like bugs, right?"

It was a woman's voice, and there was a smile in her voice. There was a look of surprise in those yellow eyes.

The blonde-haired, long-legged woman appeared on the wall in front of him like a painting, smiling shallowly at him.