All Worlds Madhouse

3:10 am.

The entire Glen Canyon Dam was dark. During the time when there was no flood discharge, it was as quiet as a movie with the pause button pressed.

In this silent night, several scarlet light spots suddenly appeared on the horizon. Then, with a roar, several armed helicopters pierced the darkness and landed on a helipad on the Glen Canyon embankment.

Several people wearing radiation protection suits got off the helicopter and stood on the edge of the apron, waiting for something quietly.

Soon, a group of heavily armed soldiers walked out from a door below. They calmly surrounded the helicopters, and then a man who looked like a captain walked out.

"Good evening, please show me your ID," he said.

This person obviously knew in advance that a new prisoner would be escorted, and he was familiar with the colleagues responsible for transporting him, but he still had to go through the rules and procedures.

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

After a simple scan and confirmation, the captain nodded, "Where is the prisoner?" he asked again.

As soon as he finished speaking, a prisoner wearing a sealed helmet was pushed off the helicopter. At the same time, a guard followed and took off his helmet.

Under the helmet is a sullen face of about 40 years old - Hannibal.

However, now his eyes are dull and he is in a hazy state. It is obvious that he has been injected with drugs such as hallucinogens.

"Caught in District 127 yesterday afternoon. This guy is a psychopath. He seems to be able to ignore Act X and kill a person in the hospital. He is a person with level two abilities." The escort introduced.

"Okay, okay." The captain of the prison nodded and interrupted: "There will be special people to look at the prisoner's files, and the ability level... Haha, it's a joke here."

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

Immediately, the helicopter slowly rose, and Hannibal was pushed by the guards and entered Whitewater Prison.

The size of Whitewater Prison is not large. The security facilities inside are similar to most prisons before the war. There are no high-tech equipment or surveillance systems. Compared with Arkham Asylum, this place is almost kindergarten level.

However, since all the people who arrive here have had their powers removed and are no different from ordinary people, even with such a simple imprisonment measure, there is no worry about someone escaping. Moreover, "the outside world is very dangerous." "This lie has long been ingrained in the hearts of these people, so no one will want to escape from prison. To say the least, even if there is a person who is not afraid of death and wants to escape, where can he escape? It is nearly a thousand kilometers outside. If you run out for three days in a no-man's land, you'll probably be so hungry that you come back and surrender.

Therefore, there is almost no possibility of escape from Whitewater Prison, and security measures naturally do not need to be so strict.

Hannibal was drowsy. He felt as if he had been pushed into some scanning machine, or as if he had taken a shower, and then was taken to a room in a daze, and fell asleep not long after.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally woke up.

Looking at the sealed cells with no windows around him, and then at his prison uniform, he nodded with satisfaction: "Well, it seems that it is quite easy to get into prison."

Yes, Hannibal took the initiative to enter Whitewater Prison, and it was indeed very easy for a wanted fugitive. Yesterday, Hannibal quietly sneaked back into the city, and then found a densely populated area. As soon as the place showed its face, within 15 minutes, he was surrounded by the police, and the first step of this plan was completed.

So why did he send himself to Whitewater Prison?

Didn't he say it before, he wants to find someone named Jimmy.

Jimmy’s nickname is [Leech]. He is 49 years old this year. Judging from the photos, he should have been a pretty cute guy when he was young, but now, he is a middle-aged, bald and obese uncle.

Jimmy is a level 1 mutant. He has no fighting ability and is even a little diabetic. However, some people define him as a level 5 mutant because his power is very special. His power is - "can make people nearby All mutants have no powers."

Yes, it's just such a skill that I can't say is very useful, but I have to admit that it is really awesome.

And this supernatural ability has also strengthened little by little as he grew up. When he was only a teenager, his range of influence was only less than one meter away from himself, but now, he can already affect enough people around him. The range is more than ten kilometers.

This is why everyone in Baishui Prison is an ordinary person.

Precisely because of the special nature of his powers, in the past 49 years, he has never gone to school, had no friends, had little contact with the outside world, and never fell in love. In fact, he has been locked up in a prison since he was a child. Various places were robbed by various organizations. After mutants took over the world, he was directly imprisoned in Whitewater Prison. Until then, 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 you put a TV, computer and game console in his room, he will become an otaku. .

And Jimmy is obviously the latter.

After being alone for a long time, he naturally became a boy addicted to Gensokyo. It just so happened that his abilities forced the government to support him, so it was natural for him to have endless games. Look, There are endless notebooks and various hand-made pillows all over the house.

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

So Jimmy was very satisfied. He lived happily in Whitewater Prison until he was 49 years old.

Until one sunny afternoon.

The beautiful life he once had was completely gone from him.

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

Dong-dong-dong, there was a knock on the door.

Jimmy was a little confused, because usually, no one would bother him.

"Who is it?" He yelled, pausing the game with a little temper.

"It's time for a routine health check!" the voice outside responded.