Chapter 150 In and out of prison (two in one)

  Arctic Circle, above 66 degrees north latitude, the boundary between the north frigid zone and the north temperate zone.

  Most of the area here is the Arctic Ocean, including three-quarters of the land of Greenland, northern Europe and northern Russia, and parts of northern Canada.

  Due to the severe cold, there are very few biological species in the Arctic Circle area. Most of the plants are lichens and mosses, and there are few trees.

  In the Greenland Strait between the Sbarvar Islands and Greenland, there is an unnamed island with an area of ​​less than 50 square kilometers.

  Under the knee-high frost and snow are solid ice sheets and permafrost, and the vast expanse of white seems to be the most dazzling light spot in a blue-black ocean.

  The snow trees unique to the Arctic Circle, several trees covered with ice and snow are connected by clusters of ice edges, standing like Buddhist pagodas.

  Looking down from a high altitude, there is only one black spot that is extremely conspicuous on the pale ground.

  It was a burly man with loose black hair, naked with a majestic body built like marble blocks, wearing only a pair of black trousers and high-top leather boots, his left arm reflected the sunlight on the ice field.

  With the man's feet as the center, a piece of fertile black soil with a radius of several meters and no ice or snow radiated out.

  When people all over the world gradually become aware of the existence of the supernatural world, they may even meet "new humans" like lizards and birds, or super soldiers trained in national or military institutions.

  People are more and more curious as they push open a corner of the gate of Magnificent New World and peek inside.

Among the intelligence agencies of various countries, mutants, and extraordinary beings, it has long been rumored that there is a "tower" standing on the endless tundra, and there is a man with iron arms in the tower, suppressing super criminals and super criminals from the United States and even from all over the world. The most vicious.

  He is called, Cold Warden.

Bucky stood on the ice field like a hot furnace, his white skin was as red as weeping blood, he looked up at the aircraft spraying ice-blue energy flames hovering steadily in the air, turned around and looked back. walk slowly.

  Steve Rogers, chief executive officer of the Whip of Order, looked out from the window of the aircraft escorting the prisoners, watching his brother break through the cold wind step by step, bent down, and reached out to touch the surface of the tundra.

Bucky's Edman Gold left arm broke through the thick ice that had just condensed, as if he was grabbing something. He lowered his head, blood-red vigor flowed around his body, and the muscles on his back stretched like steel cables. , his pupils shrank, he pulled himself up suddenly and shouted:

"rise!"

  Boom!

The earth trembled, and a two-meter-high blue-black metal portal, like a crouching giant steel tortoise, was pulled up from the ground, and pieces of ice shattered and splashed away, as if a whale jumped out of the sea and smashed into the ground. Floes on the frozen ocean.

  Steve walked in front, escorting five prisoners with special shackles and flails on their necks, wrists and ankles to walk off the aircraft in a file.

  The two members of the Whip of Order lined up on both sides of the rear, holding a special firearm in the shape of a heavy sniper rifle that flashed blue energy fluctuations in their hands.

  They walked all the way to Bucky, and the leading prisoner was the "Game of Thrones", Remy LeBeau, trembling in the wind and snow.

   "Hey, your punch must be heavy again."

Steve's short blond hair was blown a little messy. He looked at Bucky, who had a calmer and thicker temperament under the wind, frost and bitter cold, and looked at the only entrance gate of the "Wolf Tower" prison that rose from the ground. , couldn't help murmuring with emotion.

  In the world of supernatural powers, the only super prison "Wolf Tower" that is the least likely to be breached or escaped today is not a dark tower standing somewhere in a hidden place as vaguely guessed by the outside world.

  It is an underground tower that hangs upside down on the ground, as if inserted nearly 100 meters deep into the frozen soil of the Arctic Circle.

  The only entrance of the Wolf Tower is usually sunk under the ice cap and permafrost, relying on the supply of highly concentrated Rubik's Cube energy blocks to operate. Only the guarding warden has the power and authority to open it.

  There are 21 floors underground, and the 18 floors below are prisons. The more dangerous the super criminals are, the deeper they are held.

  The entire Wolf Tower Prison is built with a large amount of vibrating gold and secondary Adamantium alloy, steel, and boulders, and there are some means of suppressing various special abilities of mutants.

  Aside from the prison’s own protective power, even the severe cold outside the Arctic Circle, which averages below minus 20 degrees, and the dangerous location built alone in the vast ice ocean, are enough to make more than 90% of the prisoners give up any idea of ​​​​escape.

   "I heard that this time there is one that passes through the eleventh floor. Could it be this guy?"

  Bucky and Steve bumped their fists, turned around to enter the password, stretched their left arm into a bowl-sized dark hole at the entrance of the prison, and twisted something.

   After a while, the vibrating gold gate with a thickness of more than ten centimeters slowly split open, revealing a long corridor.

  Baki glanced at the man in the thin orange-red prison uniform with distaste. His face was so cold that his nose was dripping down, hanging into two yellow-green icicles, and he kept clasping his arms and swinging.

   "Yes, that's him. Remy Lebow, nicknamed Gambling King, is an energy-type alpha level 4 mutant. He is the most powerful mutant who has appeared in these years. He is not bad, and he knows a lot."

  Steve glanced at Mr. Lebow, and he defended him a few words.

  Ever since he was arrested, Gambit has been shackled by special alloy chains designed to restrain energy-type mutation abilities, and he can no longer use his power to strengthen his body.

   And no matter how much energy he injects into this vibranium-based alloy, it cannot explode like other substances.

   Several people walked down the deep stairs, and the temperature inside was warm and comfortable.

  Wolf Tower super prison does not have too many complicated electronic control systems, it relies on the most solid materials and harsh environment on the earth, as well as special control technology on each layer.

   And Bucky led some winter wolves and wolf pack fighters, and some mutant academy graduates, formed the guard force, which is the strongest violent institution in the supernatural world except the Whip of Order.

The five criminals brought by Steve were imprisoned one by one in the cells on their own floors as they went deeper into the Wolf Tower. The first three floors of the Wolf Tower closest to the surface are guards and staff working and resting, training and living. Area.

  The first and largest floor of the prison is mainly used to detain vicious criminals who have close to the limit of human combat capabilities or have unique abilities, but none of them exceed the scope of ordinary humans.

  The lower the level, the higher the danger level and the fewer the number of people.

   "Gambit, isn't it, hehe, the first one to pass the eleventh floor, you will have a high status among the inmates."

Remy Lebow finally warmed up and had the energy to talk trash. He looked at the naked warden with a metal arm. His arrogance was stronger than that of Captain Rogers who arrested him. many.

  Gambling Emperor was rather dissatisfied: "There are eighteen floors in total, and I was locked up on the eleventh floor. What is this? Your evaluation level is too bad!"

  Not long after he finished speaking, he saw that the eleventh floor of the underground prison was empty and locked up only himself.

  Mr. Lebo, who was sentenced to ten years in the Wolf Tower for stealing high-risk supernatural items, now only hopes that he will not be locked up in this lonely prison all the time.

  Steve arranged for his two team members to rest for a while, and then went to his office and rest room with Bucky to have a drink before leaving.

  The environment here is quite good, the decoration and architectural style are like some kind of avant-garde high-end hotel. The temperature in the depths of the wolf tower is not high. It can be said that the floors are getting colder and colder, but the daily rest areas of the guards are very comfortable.

  Bucky put on a warden jacket that looked like a general's uniform, poured two glasses of whiskey and chatted with Steve. It has been less than three years since Wolf Tower Prison was officially put into use, but after being stationed here, they rarely go to the outside world.

  Although the intelligence information that can be received every day is very complete, it is somewhat boring.

  James Howlett didn't want his students to take on this responsibility. After all, it was too lonely and poor to be stationed at the Wolf Tower.

  But Bucky took the initiative to ask to be the guard here. He felt that this is a good place to hone himself with peace of mind, and there are all kinds of vicious prisoners to practice.

  The rules and regulations in the field of supernatural power are not bound by American or international laws, and the sentences are often extremely severe.

   In this world, the Howlett family has the final say.

   "Hey, the wine is good. By the way, I heard that Edgar Hoover's men are also locked here?"

  Steve took a sip of the 15-year-old top Glenlivet whiskey and chatted with Bucky.

"The teacher gave the guards and staff here the best life rations and treatment. There are many good things. Except for those who have undergone serum transformation, Hoover's people also have relatively capable special agents. The rest are in ordinary prisons in the United States. You also know that these people followed the normal judicial process."

  Bucky added some wine to each other's glasses, clinked glasses and continued:

". The standard for entering the Wolf Tower is very high, but now whether it is an evolutionary or a person who obtains extraordinary power through serum and other means, there are relatively limited people. The strongest ones are either our people, or they are all wiped out by the teacher. The days are a bit boring"

   "The tone is serious, the legendary 'Cold Guard', I came today with a shield."

  Steve tapped the Edman gold shield standing beside the chair with his fingertips. Seeing Bucky smile, he took down the cup and said with burning eyes:

   "What I'm waiting for is your words!"

   squeak

  Located in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA. A small door opened against the steel walls of the boxy Holmsberg Prison.

  A white man who could see the twisted and deformed knee of his right leg even in loose overalls, grabbed his thigh with both hands and struggled across the low threshold.

  He was carrying a small army green canvas package, and after hurriedly walking a few steps forward, he settled down to block the blazing sun with one hand, squinted his eyes and took a last look at the prison where he had served thirteen years in prison.

   After being imprisoned in this prison for two years, Major William Stryker has completely lost the so-called resentment and resentment towards his own fate. He just feels that he is much luckier than those niggers.

   It turns out that more than 20 years ago, the prisoners of this Holmesburg prison were forced to accept experiments on skin diseases, biochemistry and pharmaceutical research.

  From shampoo, toothpaste, to liquid diet, eye drops, all kinds of pathogenic substances are put into their daily necessities.

  Even after President Robert Kennedy ordered the complete withdrawal of U.S. troops from the Vietnam War, prisoners were injected with astonishing doses of dioxin, the main ingredient in a highly toxic defoliant.

   You must know that the U.S. military dropped about 20 million gallons of defoliants in Vietnam that year, causing 400,000 Vietnamese deaths and 2 million Vietnamese suffering from cancer and other diseases.

  In the experiment in this prison, some people's nails were pulled out and stained with moss, some were injured and dizzy, and some were left with lifelong scars, unable to recover.

   Relying on his white identity and his good relationship with the prison guards, Stryker barely passed his sentence of more than ten years safely.

  From a promising major officer in the U.S. Army in his early thirties to a disabled prisoner in his forties who looks like a sixty-year-old man.

  Supporting William Stryker to come out is his wife and children who have disappeared for almost ten years.

  I took the bus all the way from Philadelphia, turned it upside down several times, and could only eat some dry bread and mineral water on the way.

  The prison's poor travel expenses to return home barely supported Stryker to the address where his wife Marcy last sent a letter eight years ago, Louisville, Kentucky.

  After her husband was identified as an accomplice of the "villain of the century" Hoover and sentenced to prison in Philadelphia, Stryker's wife returned to her hometown in Kentucky with her two-year-old son Jason.

  They cannot afford the daily expenses of living in New York.

  At first, Major Stryker could receive letters from his wife at least every month, and Marcy also visited him several times in the Philadelphia prison, and even brought his six-year-old son.

   But without warning, his wife suddenly disappeared one day! She no longer visited herself, and she did not have any phone calls or letters. She was told that the phone calls from the prison could not be connected, and she could not be contacted by all means.

  William Stryker, who was in prison, received news about relatives and friends from the outside world for the last time. It was three years ago that his distant cousin told him that his old father had passed away due to illness.

   Sitting on the bus, bumping and shaking from time to time, Stryker rubbed the old yellowed envelope in his hand from time to time. Because of years of work in the prison, his calloused hands could hardly feel the friction.

  His hair is already gray, his back is deeply bent, his brows have raised lines like nicks, and he has a limping leg.

   But the only thing left, the last brilliance in the eyes has not been extinguished.

Major Stryker vowed thousands of times in prison that he must find his wife and children. If she remarried or found another man, at least she should send a letter of informing him, instead of leaving himself in the boundless world like this. despair in loneliness.

   Unless their mother and child are dead.

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  Strike held the envelope in his hand, and asked passers-by how to get to Vic Street from time to time.

Many years have passed, and the address on the letter and the real street have long since changed. He watched a certain program preview being played on the TV in front of a shop window, and his throat seemed to be filled with thick phlegm, and he snorted. He laughed strangely twice.

   "Hey. It's really Matt Falk! The whole world believes it? My child will become a damned mutant only after seeing a ghost! Hehe!"

  A couple passing by looked at the disheveled **** spitting on the ground with contempt. The husband gave Strike a hard look, and pulled his wife away from this desolate and disgusting tramp.

  Strike suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead with a slap. He staggered and limped, and rushed to the telephone booth across the street. He hurriedly flipped through the telephone yellow pages while dipping in his saliva.

   "Marcie. Marcie got it! Marcie Stryker!"

  She didn't change her last name?

  Orem High School in Louisville recently had another student who was transferred to the Howlett Extraordinary Academy in Kentucky. This is the third student this year and the seventh student who has awakened as a new human being in history.

  A junior high school nerd who no one cares about, suddenly turned into a puddle of liquid when several school football players stuffed him into the locker, and "swimmed" away in a panic.

   This completely ignited the topic of teachers and students on campus. Some students even found those campus bullies in private, trying to see if they could force themselves to wake up.

"That guy's ability sounds average, Jason, have you heard that there is an academy in New York State that only recruits the strongest and most dangerous evolutionaries, and there, tsk tsk, if you can choose, I mean if, I think Awaken the power to control the flames, that's cool enough!"

   "Boom! Boom!"

Jason Stryker was walking home with his good friends in the same class. He watched helplessly as he pretended to throw fireballs. In fact, he himself yearned to enter the Extraordinary Academy, which can be said to be the most popular among students. cool thing but

   "Jason! I'm leaving first. My dad said he was looking forward to playing bridge with Mr. Stryker again. He said your father's skills are great!"

  The skinny Jason smiled reluctantly, and vaguely agreed.

  If it wasn't for worrying that there are also various powerful evolutionists in the Extraordinary Academy, or some testing equipment, he would have wanted to enroll a long time ago.

Even, Jason felt that with his own ability, he would definitely be able to enter the legendary "Super British Academy", but he heard that there was one of the two strongest spiritual masters in the world there, which made Jason a little afraid to really step into it. that world.

   Near the downstairs of the apartment where he lived with his mother, Jason Stryker faintly heard a fierce noise. In addition to his mother Marci, there was also a hysterical male voice, and many neighbors gathered around.

   ".God! Marcy! You see, it's me, I'm your husband William! What the **** are you talking about, I'm you—"

"—Sir! I don't know where you heard my husband's name, but I made it very clear that he is a retired senior military officer and he will be coming back from work soon. If you are a fraudster, at least Time to change into something decent!"

   Marcie Stryker thrust her waist, and interrupted the crazy man in front of her sharply. The homeless man who claimed to be her husband opened his mouth wide, his bloodshot eyes protruded, and his face was distorted and terrifying.

  Although Mrs. Stryker is not as youthful as before, she is still a beautiful woman full of maturity, especially her pair of heterochromatic eyes, which often attract the attention of the neighbors.

   "My dear, why am I a little confused. I seem to have met Marcie's husband, but why do I feel like there is no such person?"

The neighbor next door was muttering to his wife, and more and more neighbors around were puzzled and rubbed their heads in a daze. It seemed that Mr. William Stryker who suddenly appeared and the one they remembered had Big discrepancy.

Stryker flipped through his package in a panic. There was the only photo of him and Marcie there. He didn't know what nonsense his wife was talking about, as if "William Stryker" had never left for so many years and had always been with her. live together.

  Suddenly, Marcy shouted happily:

   "William! Jason! My dear, you are back together, this gentleman may not be mentally normal."

  When Stryker heard his son's name, his body suddenly turned into petrification. He slowly raised his head, watched his wife talking behind him happily, and turned around numbly.

  I saw a pale, thin young man walking over with his pockets in his pockets, his eyebrows were very similar to himself.

  The neighbors around, like Marcie, kept talking about a lunatic who claimed to be you and came to the house to harass Marcie in the air around the boy.

   Their vivid demeanor and back and forth dialogue, as if there is really a Mr. Stryker standing there.

   "Sir, you see my husband and son are back. If you are not feeling well or need some help, I can help you contact your family or the police."

  Strike could no longer hear what his wife was saying. He watched his son Jason staring at him with gray halos in the depths of his pupils.

  The people around continued to chat enthusiastically towards the air strangely, as if that Mr. Stryker was really tall and handsome, successful in his career, and loved by everyone.

  Jason Stryker gritted his teeth. He watched his biological father appear in front of him for a long time, unable to control himself, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Looking at the dilapidated and skinny man and his crooked legs, Jason raised his hand with a distorted expression, clawed at Stryker with five fingers, and watched the man slowly walk down the apartment building with dull eyes. He limped away without stopping.

   After a long while, the mother and the neighbors were finally comforted by Mr. Stryker in the hallucination, and they returned home. Marci hurriedly brought out the freshly made spaghetti with meatballs for three people.

   She regained her energy and asked her husband how his work was today with a smile.

  Jason forced a smile to respond to his mother from time to time, and even interacted with Wu Wu's father for a while, silently eating two servings of noodles.

  He is actually very tired every day, very tired, even though he has been eating food for two, he is still thin as if he is malnourished.

  A lie is a patch with barbs. Once it sticks to the wound, it will open a bigger new wound. You can only stick another one, and another one. More and more

   Never ending.

   I still can’t reply to everyone’s comments. Yesterday, many people asked about the protagonist’s illustration.

That’s right, everyone’s understanding of the image description of the protagonist in the story is correct, but Panpan himself doesn’t have the ability to draw the cool look in his mind, and the ability and understanding of the illustrator is only here, so it doesn’t satisfy everyone Please forgive me.

   At this stage, some clues will be slowly laid out. There will be several climaxes in this volume and the foreshadowing of the next volume. You must work hard!

   Just sauce, love everyone!

  

  (end of this chapter)