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

A giant van truck with black front and white front and back white stopped on the concrete road made of special materials, because the body was too heavy and the inertia was too strong, when the brakes were pressed, the tires left a black mark on the road.

Behind the van truck, there were also four FBI escort vehicles, and after the truck stopped, the first of them continued to move forward, turning a corner and stopping in front of the truck.

After the small vehicle stopped, the four doors opened simultaneously, and four armed policemen with loaded guns stepped out of the vehicle and lined up on either side of the truck.

The last escort vehicle stopped at the end of the truck, and this time, out of the car were two agents in FBI field uniforms, an academic in a suit, and Davis in a civilian uniform.

After getting out of the car, Davis put on his sunglasses first, and although it was night, so many cars were gathered together, and the headlights were a little harsh, William in a suit and leather shoes stepped forward to shake his hand, Davis glanced at him, but did not speak.

Davis picked up the walkie-talkie on his waist and began directing the armed police and agents on the scene for the final step of the escort, which was to transport the prisoners to the prison.

After the commander and armed personnel all entered, the special driver drove other small vehicles out of the scene to prevent anyone from interfering with the escort in advance.

All that remained in front of the prison gate was a truck and a blast barricade erected by the armed police, all armed men in small groups of three hiding behind the barricade and aiming at the truck door.

The commander withdrew 200 meters away, and a heavily armed armed police officer and a supervising agent came to Davis, who 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 with a form stepped forward, Davis glanced at the contents of the form, picked up the pen next to the form, signed his name, and the female agent took the form to the armed police and supervision agents for confirmation.

After all the confirmation was completed, the armed police and agents walked to the door of the truck, and for a moment, the "click" of the gun was loaded one after another, and all the lighting tools were pointed at the door, illuminating it as if it were daylight.

Under the strong white light, the door slowly opened, but inside the door was not a prisoner, but a closed square metal box, judging from the equipment hanging on the outside of the metal box, this box was completely sealed, and even the air exchange was done by machines and oxygen delivery systems.

The armed police adjusted the position of the firearm on their chests, grabbed the handrail by the door, climbed into the car, opened the lock that held the box open, pulled the lever on the right side, and slowly lowered the slide above the car.

The agents, who were still standing outside the door, grabbed the front end of the slide and pulled it down, the front half of the slide sticking out of a staircase, and after the agents fixed the end of the staircase to the ground, they also raised their feet and walked into the car, and the two of them worked together to push the metal box out along the slide.

After the box slid to the ground, the two teams of six armed policemen closest to the vehicle lined up on either side, loaded weapons with full loads, all aimed at the metal door.

Davis stepped forward and entered the code on the combination lock with his own hands, and after he stepped back, another agent stepped forward and entered the second password, followed by the third password, and when all the codes were entered, the door opened.

In an instant, the strong light illuminated the figures inside without seeing any faces and contours, the purpose of which was to make the prisoners lose their eyesight for a short time and prevent them from hurting people.

But in fact, the prisoner in the box was not capable of harming anyone, because he was wearing a restraint suit, a metal mask, and shackles on his feet, and in addition to that, he was also kept in a cage with iron bars thicker than his fists.

The iron cage was pushed out of the box in the same way, and this time, the door of the cage was no longer opened, as the spinner wheel was installed under the cage, and the agents and armed police pushed the cage towards the prison gate.

All the armed police lined up, and Davis followed at the back of the line, he looked at the back of Schiller in the cage and slowly narrowed his eyes.

In the midst of a flash of surprise, he saw Schiller's barren gray eyes.

It didn't look like the elegant and gentle scholar he had seen in the synagogue, but his temperament was worthy of such close surveillance.

The escort team made its way through the darkness, first through an empty plaza and then up an uphill slope into the building.

This is not the main entrance to the prison, it is reserved for visitors and journalists, the passage for prisoners is special, all exposed to the outdoors are surrounded by high walls and electrical grids, and all indoor routes are monitored and weaponized.

There was a small door behind the back of the building, where only two people were allowed to push the cage forward, and the rest of the people had to follow, and after the two armed policemen entered, Davis entered through the door on the other side of the building, and after the cage entered the elevator, he also followed the elevator.

In the elevator, there were only two escorts, Schiller and Davis in the cage.

The bottom of the cage is one block higher, Schiller's feet are completely fixed to the metal at the bottom, unable to move, and the upper body of the restraint is also chained to the railings on both sides of the cage.

Generally speaking, ordinary felons would not use such strict restraint methods, because most felons, even if they make explosions, are still human beings, and humans are carbon-based creatures, and they cannot compete with steel.

But Davis knew that the prison was not so simple, and the FBI's decision to open it early was precisely for special felons like Schiller, who could be so harmful that ordinary restraint might be completely ineffective.

As far as Davis knows, there are at least a dozen other targets like Schiller, and the ultimate goal of this prison is not to lock them up until they die of old age, but to let them use another method to do their part for the security of the Federation.

The elevator came to a slow stop, and Davis stepped out first, followed by the escort and the cage holding Schiller, all the way down the dark corridor, the cage moving between the dense doors like a train through time and space.

Davis stopped at a door at the end of the room, and the escort pointed the door of the cage at the door, and the two doors were tightly together.

Later, Davis signed another document in which one of the escorts pointed a gun at Schiller's head and said to him, "Don't move your head, look ahead, and stay completely still until I ask you to do it, or we'll shoot." ”

Schiller didn't respond, just stood in silence as Davis came to the back of the cage, half-crouched down and entered the code on the combination lock there, and pressed the button.

The two escorts pulled the metal that fixed the footsteps outward, giving Schiller's footsteps some room to move, and the escort who shouted said, "Raise your feet and stand on it." ”

Schiller lifted one of his feet and stood on top of the metal block, and then the chain attached to the railing of the restraint suit was unfastened, and another escort stood behind Schiller and said, "I will unzip the back for you, and do not make any drastic moves, otherwise we will shoot immediately." ”

With that, 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 the sleeves of the restraint jacket itself were covered with two heavy chains, after the zipper on the back was unfastened, the restraint jacket fell and broke away from Schiller's body, revealing the prison uniform.

"You have a pair of handcuffs in front of you, please bring them with you immediately."

Schiller looked up and saw a pair of handcuffs hanging above the door frame of the prison room in front of him, just within reach of him with his raised hand, so he reached out and took the handcuffs off and put them on his wrists.

"Now, go into the room, turn to face us, and raise your hands above your head." The escort spoke again.

Schiller stepped forward out of the cage, crossed the threshold and went inside, barefoot and unshoeed, but the floor was not cold, and some insulation measures should have been taken.

Schiller walked over and turned around, his eyes above the mask fixed on Davis, who was standing in front of the door, and one of the escorts turned away, going very far from the cell, and slowly lowering the door of the cell through remote control.

After the cell door is closed, the entire room is completely enclosed, with no windows to the outside world and no monitoring windows, and the whole room is a closed can that is completely impermeable to any light and air.

The cell was far less than 4 square meters, and the bed against the three walls on the right was only 1.2 meters long, and it was more of a chair than a bed, and in front of the bed there was only a very thin passage leading to the door, and nothing else.

If I have to describe it, it's very much like a second-class seat on a train, and the space that the prisoner has is a chair to sit on, and a little space for his legs in front of him.

The only advantage compared to the second-class seat is that the ceiling is high enough, with a distance of almost 4 meters from the floor to the ceiling, and the whole cell is like a deep well.

And this design is not for enough space, but because the oxygen supply device, monitor and speaker for air circulation are all in the ceiling, which is to prevent prisoners from touching them.

As soon as Schiller sat down on the edge of the bed, Davis's voice rang out from the speaker above his head.

"Good evening, Professor Rodriguez." Davis's opening remarks were tinged with a slightly breezy tone, like that of a proper radio host.

"I think you've already noticed that the mask you're wearing not only prevents bites, but also immobilizes your mandible, preventing you from speaking."

"We understand the lethal power of the language used by a psychiatrist, so we're sorry that you can only remain silent while you are serving your sentence without our permission."

Schiller looked up at the ceiling, and Davis, who was watching his expression through the monitor, saw a hint of innocence in his focused eyes, but instead of relaxing, he let a chill creep down his spine and up the back of his head.

"Professor Schiller, please don't bother with the question of whether you can get out of here before the end of your sentence, believe the answer is obvious."

"But more importantly, such strict monitoring measures are not just to imprison your freedom, which is not only a restriction, but also a protection."

"In order for our next conversation to be more pleasant, I will first express our sincerity to you." Davis raised his voice slightly.

"By the time you got out of the car, you should have seen that William De Nechet was here with me, but the difference is that I came to make sure of your safety, and he wanted your life."

"As a sign of sincerity, I agreed to his request for your first mental evaluation after your imprisonment, and I hope that this sacrifice will lay the foundation for a good future cooperation."

"Of course, I know that you are not stupid enough to kill people in a high-security prison, 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 spend the next week in this isolated prison, peniting for the crimes you have committed with extreme sensory deprivation."

"At the same time, in the darkness and loneliness, store up your crazy desires and deliver a bloody feast for your prey."

(End of chapter)