This Kryptonian is Too Steady

About two kilometers off the coast of upstate New York stands a small island in the Atlantic Ocean.

From a distance, there are many low-rise buildings surrounded by barbed wire on the island. The largest and most heavily guarded prison in New York City-Island City Prison is located in it.

There is only one exit for the entire island, which is connected to the land by an extended arched bridge, surrounded by steep cliffs.

If there is no protagonist or super villain or life, if ordinary prisoners want to jump into the sea and escape from prison like in the movies, the hidden reefs and undercurrents under the sea will teach them to be human again.

Since the prison was put into use, no prisoner has successfully escaped from the island, but today this record was broken by the man named 'Trevor Slattery'.

Under the night sky, prison guards in dark blue uniforms and heavily armed special forces scattered like ants and guarded all over the island, looking back and forth with nervous expressions.

The two ends of the only bridge that can enter and leave the island were also blocked by more than a dozen armored vehicles and hundreds of soldiers with live ammunition.

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There are even several armed helicopters hovering over the island, constantly patrolling around the island with spotlights on, and the weapons on them are also in standby mode, ready to fire at any time.

Suddenly, two figures, one black and one red, pierced the night sky, descended vertically from the clouds with bursts of explosions, and landed on the square where the prisoners usually live.

"Tony, you're finally here!"

Seeing the gold and red battle armor, a middle-aged Caucasian man who weighed more than two hundred catties put on a flattering smile on his face, and led a group of his men to run to the other side in small steps.

'Ka~'

The armor mask suddenly opened, revealing Tony's gloomy face: "How's the situation, Warden Heller?"

"Uh... this, the situation is very bad."

Wiping the fine sweat from his forehead, the fat man known as the Warden of Heller faltered and said: "The estimated loss is this amount."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right palm and raised four stubby fingers to make a comparison.

"I'm not asking about your money,"

Tony sighed, the guy who fell into the eyes of Qian felt very speechless.

"I just saw that you were too nervous just now, and I was just joking, so that you can be mentally prepared."

Heller didn't have the slightest embarrassment of being wrong, he just found an excuse to perfunctory the past, and immediately looked serious: "The loss this time is really heavy, just the prison staff alone, there are thirty-two brave young men in the attack sacrificed, and more than 100 seriously injured are receiving treatment in the hospital."

He has always followed a principle, as long as you are not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

"Has the identity of the attacker been confirmed?"

A low, hoarse voice suddenly came from the side.

"Who is this?"

Turning his gaze to the black strange figure beside the golden-red battle armor, Heller asked the doubts in his heart.

Tony: "A friend of mine, I specially asked him to help this time."

"You may call me a—knight."

Saibo pointed to his helmet and took the initiative to introduce: "I don't like others to disturb my daily life, so please forgive me."

"this……"

Warden Heller looked embarrassed, and looked at the big benefactor next to him.

"He's fine, I can vouch for him."

With Tony's assurance, Heller turned on his face again, put on a naive smile again, and made a gesture of "please": "There are many people here, let's go in and talk about the specific situation."

Under the leadership of Warden Heller, the crowd passed through several gates handled by soldiers with live ammunition, and came to the warden's office of the prison.

Tony took out an anti-monitoring device from the armor, put it on the table, and waited for him to scan the room completely before asking: "What happened to make you so solemn?"

Heller glanced around, still feeling a little uneasy, and whispered: "I suspect that there is an inner ghost in the prison.

"

"Um?"

Tony frowned.

"The gangsters who robbed the prison knew more about the internal layout and guard arrangement of the prison than I, the warden, and they were very targeted when they attacked."

Heller seemed to come across his wife entering the hotel arm in arm with a little white face while shopping, his face was so gloomy that water dripped out: "Also, all the monitoring incidents have been destroyed in advance."

He thought that this prison had been run by him like an iron bucket, and it was completely under his control, but he didn't expect that someone could play tricks under his nose.

"Are all the prison guards on duty blind, and they didn't notice that the surveillance was broken?"

Hearing this, Tony's eager tongue finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Uh...the monitoring is broken, but there are still pictures on the screen in the monitoring room."

Heller spread his hands, his face full of innocence: "The other party replaced the actual surveillance footage with a video from a week ago, and what happens in the prison is the same every day, so..."

"There must be witnesses?"

Saibo made a sound at the right time, pointing out the key point: "Has the attacker's identity been confirmed?"

"Uh……"

Heller scratched his mediterranean resentfully: "There are witnesses, but the gangsters all came prepared, leaving no clues for tracing."

Cyber: ...

Tony: ...

"Where's the enemy's body?"

Cyber ​​asked.

"This... the weapons in the hands of these gangsters are too fierce, so we..."

Heller's voice was getting smaller and smaller.

"Your hundreds of fully armed guards paid the price of hundreds of casualties, and you couldn't even keep a single person from the other party?"

Tony's eyes widened, his voice suddenly raised.

He still underestimated how incompetent and incompetent this guy was.

"However, there are no clues."

Heller changed the subject, and under the eyes of the two who were about to eat him, he took out a file from the desk drawer and handed it to the young master: "I said that the robbers came today prepared, When they stormed the prison, the insiders they sent to the prison also attacked at the same time, killing several guards and taking Trevor away."

"Jackson Norris, a reporter?"

After quickly flipping through the files in his hand, Tony raised his brows in surprise.

Heller nodded and added: "That's right, a reporter from CBS, who is in charge of Trevor's interview today."

"Why does Trevor have an interview?"

Tony discovered the blind spot.

"Hey~ Prisons also need to be well-fed."

Heller smiled embarrassedly, feeling less and less confident: "Trevor has become so popular on the Internet in the past few years, so we accepted a few advertising endorsements and planned to use resources rationally.

Who would have expected that the real identity of the other party was actually a terrorist, and his purpose from the beginning was to go after Trevor. "

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PS: Saibo has never watched the short film "Long Live the King", so he can't be as prophetic as before, knowing that the people who robbed the prison are members of the Ten Rings Gang.