I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city-Chapter 514: 【179】Hexagon Prison_4
The alloy door, weighing several tons, slowly lifted, and a prisoner transport vehicle gradually drove into the Hexagon Prison.
Beyond the gate lies a hundred-meter road leading to the checkpoint.
On either side of the road is the prisoner activity yard enclosed by barbed-wire fences.
The moment the transport vehicle arrived, most prisoners eagerly ran to the fence, fiercely and arrogantly slapping the wires, shouting threats and jeers at the vehicle.
Whenever new prisoners arrive, it means the seasoned inmates have new toys to entertain themselves with.
This was the tradition of Hexagon Prison.
"Get off the vehicle."
A prison guard boarded the transport vehicle and shouted to the prisoners inside, whose hands and feet were shackled.
Inside the vehicle sat approximately forty prisoners, while on the last row.
Layed a man confined in a restraining bag.
This type of restraining bag has specific placements for hands and feet; arms are pulled behind and locked into slots, making it impossible to tear apart, even with a pull force of three thousand pounds.
Therefore, it’s usually used to control very dangerous felons.
The person lying in the restraining bag at this moment was Wang Longhu.
Since he was captured by the Navy SEALs at the Hills Grand Hotel, he was transported overnight to Hexagon Prison.
North America was very confident that any dangerous convict would become well-behaved once imprisoned in Hexagon Prison, unable to stir up any disturbance.
Because Hexagon Prison is a very special place, with quite a few dangerous inmates inside...
All the seated prisoners stood up to get off the vehicle.
Wang Longhu remained motionless on the seat, nothing could distract him from studying his self-created Secret Technique.
At this moment, Wang Longhu was entirely immersed in a Resting State, completely unaware of external circumstances.
However, his Spiritual Telekinesis would automatically perform a subconscious self-protective action to ensure Wang Longhu’s safety.
"Lift this prisoner inside; the Navy SEALs have given special instructions that this person is very dangerous, at least of an SSS-level threat."
Then several guards boarded the vehicle, heading towards Wang Longhu, who was lying motionless on the seat.
"He’s already in a restraining bag; what harm can he do? Don’t be overly cautious. He must walk inside himself; otherwise, it would be hard to manage him once he’s locked in Hexagon Prison."
The first old guard who boarded the vehicle smirked ominously and drew the rubber baton from his waist, approaching Wang Longhu.
One guard wanted to stop him, but was prevented by another colleague.
"Don’t go against Hans; he’s very vengeful. Let him be; if something happens, it’s not our problem." The colleague shook his head, indifferent.
Hexagon Prison, as North America’s top prison, offers absolute top-level security and confinement severity.
Even if the most dangerous convicts are sent in, they must behave; no threat can withstand firearms.
Thus, the guards who were supposed to lift Wang Longhu inside just watched as the guard strode towards Wang Longhu.
"Get up and off the vehicle! You foolish yellow-skinned monkey!"
The guard mercilessly swung the rubber baton towards Wang Longhu’s head.
It was apparent that he truly intended to teach Wang Longhu a lesson. Although the rubber baton had elasticity, hitting someone would hurt just as much as an iron rod.
The strike would leave bruises on the skin and, if hit on the head, surely cause an immediate concussion.
Just as the baton was about to hit Wang Longhu’s head, a sudden change occurred.
The guard was abruptly thrown away, crashing through the window glass and landing outside.
Before he could react, the guard’s body seemed twisted by an invisible force.
His bones cracked, shattered; his vital organs burst into pieces; blood sprayed from every opening on his body.
As his body turned into a ball of flesh on the spot, a large pool of blood overflowed.
The prisoners, who were intimidating and mocking at the fence, suddenly quieted, their eyes shocked.
They couldn’t believe the sight of the twisted limbs, the agonized expression, the blood-soaked dead guard.
This death was bizarre and horrific; even the most brutal inmates couldn’t hide their fear after witnessing it.
Everyone at this moment lost their urge to speak, staring blankly at the shattered window of the transport vehicle.
They wondered what dangerous thing was actually being transported inside.
"Fuck..."
The guards inside the transport vehicle, who witnessed everything, were too frightened to speak.
Such a situation they’ve never encountered in their careers.
Throughout it all, Wang Longhu stayed in the restraint bag, never struggling or resisting.
Yet, the guard mysteriously died after touching Wang Longhu.
"What to do now?" someone asked.
"No wonder the Navy SEALs made special notes about this convict; his situation is very unusual. It seems the vehicle will have to transport him in; otherwise, anyone touching him might end up dead."
The guards quickly came to realize.
Apparently, the Navy SEALs’ warnings weren’t mere words.
