2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

5 a.m., Whitewater Prison.

Walking in the dimly lit corridor, the new prison guard Xiao Jiang gathered his clothes and fastened the top button of his uniform.

He hated night shift patrols the most. The cells on both sides were pitch black after the lights were turned off, and he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. No one knew how many pairs of eyes were staring at him in the darkness.

After all, the most dangerous group of super-powered criminals in China are imprisoned here. Although each of them wears a special alloy-made ability suppressor that is said to be absolutely impossible to be broken by external forces, and there is also an advanced set of superpowers inside the prison. The escape prevention system, including automatic locking mechanisms, high-voltage electric fields and laser protection nets, makes any attempt to jailbreak extremely difficult, but it still makes people unable to feel completely at ease.

The guards in this prison have been strictly selected and trained, just like Xiao Jiang himself. After all, he is also a B-level superpower and a C-level genetic warrior, but his own strength still cannot give him a sufficient sense of security in this environment.

When Xiao Jiang was patrolling the night shift, an idea would always come to his mind. That is, if the ability suppressors of these guys fail at the same time, they can survive here for a few minutes with their own strength...

"Ah sneeze!"

He covered his mouth and sneezed, feeling a little scared but also a little eager to try.

It is impossible for a complete coward to stay here. People who can work in such a high-pressure environment for a long time without any psychological problems have some psychological problems to begin with.

In any case, after all, there is the warden with S-level powers sitting here, and it is impossible for anyone to make even a splash here.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jiang felt a little relieved and his steps became a little brisker.

But when he walked to Cell 303, his steps suddenly stopped because he saw something was wrong in Cell 307 not far away. There was a pair of pale hands grasping the small railing frame on the upper half of the metal door.

"There seems to be something wrong with Cell 307. I'll go over and take a look."

Xiao Jiang took out his walkie-talkie and briefly explained the situation, then pulled the electric baton from his waist and stepped forward on guard.

As the distance got closer, he saw not only a pair of hands on the metal railing, but also an almost bloodless man's face attached to it. It seemed that a lot of effort had been put into it, and the exposed mouth and nose were all gone. Transformed.

But even so, the man still pouted his lips vigorously, as if he wanted to kiss something outside the door.

"Wu Hongcai, what are you doing!"

Xiao Jiang recognized the prisoner and asked sharply.

The eyes of the pale face on the railing moved, and the dark pupils turned this way, full of fear and help.

"I'm asking you what you are doing!" Xiao Jiang's voice rose a few degrees, and the electric baton in his hand was already raised.

He must be so careful. This is both a rule and a responsibility to himself. After all, no one knows what these guys with violence and cunning in their blood are secretly planning.

But Wu Hongcai still didn't speak, just looked at him straightly, with two lines of tears flowing down his cheeks.

"Is it because of the two people who were transferred to prison last night?"

Xiao Jiang remembered something. The log in the system recorded that two prisoners in Cell No. 307 were temporarily transferred to Cell No. 212 downstairs yesterday afternoon, while the two prisoners in Cell No. 212 were originally transferred to Cell No. 212. It was transferred to 307.

The pale face moved slightly, as if he was nodding.

At this moment, neat footsteps sounded in the corridor, and five armed prison guards arrived at the scene. It was less than a minute after Xiao Jiang reported the situation to the superior.

"Open the door, be careful." Xiao Jiang reminded.

The cell door slowly opened, and Wu Hongcai rushed out with his hands raised. He was immediately pushed to the ground by two of the prison guards, who checked whether the ability suppressor on his neck was functioning properly.

The lights in the cell were turned on, and several people rushed in. They only saw the blond young man in the corner who had just sat up.

"What's wrong?"

The man rubbed his eyes and looked at the prison guards who came in, with a somewhat surprised expression: "Didn't you get up at 6:20? What time is it now?"

No one answered his question, everyone's eyes were fixed on the other two beds, and the sound of pindrops could be heard in the prison cell.

The Tan brothers, elder brother Tan Qi and younger brother Tan Lin, are both 2.2 meters tall and weigh 260 pounds. They are all muscles.

These two beasts, who can be called humanoids, were still lying on their beds covered with quilts when they were making such a big noise outside. They didn't make any sound, and they looked like they were still sleeping soundly.

Because they are already dead at this time.

His face was livid, and there seemed to be no other external injuries on his body. He died of suffocation.

"Karl, did you do this?" the leading detective asked in a deep voice.

The young man in the corner scratched his yellow head and said, "It's me. I thought I'd let you know when I get up today."

Then he seemed to notice something. He stretched his neck and looked behind several prison guards: "Acai, what's wrong with you now? What's going on with those two marks on your face?"

Wu Hong shivered when his name was called. His eyes were full of fear, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile: "Ka...Brother Carl, didn't you say that I have bad breath? I'm afraid of being in the same room with you. Until you..."

"Huh?" Karl was a little confused. He remembered this. He said this when he first entered the prison a week ago. At that time, this guy spat at him, but he dodged it.

But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what it had to do with the two vertical red marks on the other person's face.

"Let's go." The leading prison guard interrupted the conversation between the two and waved to Karl.

Wu Hongcai stood at attention against the cold corridor wall, watching the yellow-haired young man walking deeper into the corridor surrounded by two prison guards. It wasn't until they were all far away that he couldn't help but lower his voice and asked: "Why don't you put handcuffs and shackles on him... That kid is so outrageous, even if he doesn't have powers... ..”

"Shut up." Xiao Jiang frowned and interrupted him, then stretched out his hand to push him into the cell and closed the cell door again.

He didn't know what happened specifically, but he only knew that the warden had personally ordered him and his colleagues to pay close attention to this blond young man seven days ago. As long as he killed someone, he would be immediately protected and taken out of the prison.

This order is a bit strange. Xiao Jiang doesn't understand it, nor does his colleague. In fact, there is a high probability that any sane human being will not understand it.

But they don’t need to know why, they just need to know what to do and then do it, that’s enough.