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Chapter 317: The Never-Ending Accumulation of Power (Please subscribe, read, and comment on the monthly ticket)

Iron Mountain Prison!

For the prisoners, today was just another day.

They followed prison rules, lived a normal life, were let out for exercise, and then did various chores.

If you are lucky, you can even go online, which is one of the few channels in prison to contact the outside world.

Tieshan Prison has government investment so the various regulations are relatively complete, and bullying rarely happens, but the police don't think about reforming criminals or anything like that.

For the prison guards, as long as these criminals don't appear to be causing trouble, nothing else matters.

But today, a new source of income suddenly appeared in the secret bank accounts of the warden and administrators of Tieshan Prison, and all they had to pay was to miss one day of work.

For the prison guards, this was simply pie in the sky. They often found excuses to be absent from work anyway, so not going to work today was no big deal.

It's a good time to spend time with my family. After all, being a prison guard is not a glorious job.

Without a leader in the prison, the early warning work would not be taken as seriously.

So until noon, all the prisoners in the prison were still locked up, and not a single one was left unreleased.

This is a good thing for the criminals who are on duty, but it is a bolt from the blue for those prisoners who are on vacation.

After all, there is never much time for indulgence in prison. You have to take turns and queue up to get a few hours.

At first it was just a few criminals who hadn't been given leave knocking on the door in protest.

But soon, this restless mood spread, and many prisoners who were interested in doing something bad took the opportunity to make a big fuss and joined the protest.

When the prison guards finally arrived, the prison holding area was filled with the sound of people knocking on doors in protest.

"What are you doing? Are you planning to rebel?"

When the prison guard saw this situation, he immediately determined that the situation could not be appeased. He took out the baton hanging on his waist and walked towards the cell where the commotion was the most serious.

They didn't say much, just swung their weapons and smashed them.

The prisoner reacted too slowly, and his fingers that were holding onto the cell door bars were broken by the baton on the spot, turning into a bloody mess.

The owner of the finger could not bear the pain and fell to the ground, holding his injured hand and finishing a prawn.

Because the pain was so great, they even forgot to shout at the first moment. Although they opened their mouths wide, they only breathed out and did not inhale. Their entire heads were swollen and red from holding their breath.

After they made a sound, the face that had turned as red as an apple slowly returned to normal.

The prison guards' violent tactics are indeed effective.

When the baton was swung, the surrounding cells instantly became quiet. No one shouted anymore and they stood there obediently to accept discipline.

"Fuck, a bunch of scum. They still don't behave themselves even after being put in jail. You want to die, don't you? Cancel your vacation. All of you stay in jail."

Several team leaders couldn't find anyone higher up, so they habitually resorted to forcing their way through these restless criminals.

"Get back!"

"Be the fucking honest!"

The prison guards swung their batons vigorously and hit the prison gate bars without even looking. If they didn't hit anyone, it would be fine. But if they did, the criminals would have deserved it.

Prison is a place where violence outweighs reason.

What's more, the functions of European and American prisons do not include educating criminals, so prison guards have no scruples when they take action.

However, under the batons, ordinary criminals quickly became obedient and dared not raise any objections.

After all, they are just mortals. If they are hit by a stick, not only will they break bones, but they will also be unable to walk for several days.

As for the super criminals sent to Iron Mountain Prison by the Flash, they were held in separate cells.

Apart from the people who deliver three meals a day, there are very few police officers in the prison who can have direct contact with these criminals.

This prison does not have cells that can directly detain superhumans. The only thing the Flash can do is make targeted modifications to ordinary cells after he catches superhuman criminals.

The reliability of these modifications is quite impressive, so the prison dare not release these prisoners for fear that these superhumans will go crazy.

So even if there are signs of a riot in the prison, these prison guards don't want to go near where the superhumans are held.

But things obviously developed as the prison guards expected.

The prison officials who were reluctant to show up and the prisoners who were making trouble for no apparent reason. The experienced police officers realized that something was wrong and they didn't even want to deal with the riots. They quickly left the area where the prisoners were being held and prepared to leave the prison.

But the police reacted too slowly. By the time they realized something was wrong, the entire prison had turned into a huge cage, trapping everyone inside.

The first people to discover this were the prison guards who wanted to leave the prison.

When they tried to leave through the main gate, they found that all exits leading to the outside world of the entire prison were blocked.

All the intelligent systems bounded by the walls were destroyed, so they failed to provide early warning, and several iron doors turned into a whole block of iron.

A few smart young prison guards standing behind the crowd saw that the prison gate was closed, and immediately tried to make a phone call, only to find that all signals were blocked. No matter what method they used to communicate, all they heard was a crackling signal sound.

"Damn it, we were sold out by our superiors."

The faces of the prison guards crowded at the door were livid, although they didn't know what had happened.

But the accident was so obvious that I knew that someone in the upper echelons of the prison was involved.

"Step aside!"

These prison guards manage criminals all year round, so their tempers are even worse than normal police officers.

Faced with this unclear situation, they immediately sprang into action, pulling out weapons from the prison's armory and firing at the closed door.

But the guns in their hands only caused some damage to the wall, and they couldn't even dig a hole for a small person to crawl out to report the news.

There was no way to go ahead, and the back was crowded with people. These policemen could not fly or escape, so there was no way to go for a while.

Although nothing major has happened in the prison, the most valuable and the least valuable things in a prison are the prisoners inside.

Ordinary prisoners are worthless and you can get as many of them as you want, but superhuman criminals can be counted.

If anyone was tampering with the prison, it was for these parahuman criminals.

These prison guards don't think that the imprisoned superhumans will have any mercy on them once they are sent out.

Thinking of those terrible super powers, the prison guard became panicked instantly.

Seeing this, several older prison guards gritted their teeth and shouted:

"Don't panic! Even though we are locked up here, it's hard for ordinary people to find any clues. We still have the Flash, and he will definitely come to rescue us."

The Flash not only has a good relationship with criminals, but also has a good relationship with the police. In this respect, he is obviously different from Batman. Even these prison police officers with a relatively fixed range of activities calm down when they hear the name of the Flash.

"I really don't know why you can trust a little boy in a red leather jacket?"

The prison guards had just calmed down when they heard mocking voices coming from outside the prison gate.

Immediately afterwards, the iron door, which was several inches thick, was torn open in the middle without any external force.

The blacksmith in black leather clothes came in with her people. She raised her right hand, and pieces of special metal flew around her with her thoughts, surrounding her right hand and forming a glove that resembled a beast's claws.

Apparently, the one who sealed off the entire prison was this blacksmith who could control special metals.

"Fire!"

The prison guard did not recognize the woman in front of him, nor did he determine her superpowers with his eyes.

More than half of them wanted to surrender, and staying in prison was not a wise choice.

Especially since the people at the top of the prison had sold them out, there was no need for them to resist at this time.

But these prison guards who have been at the bottom for many years may know nothing about super powers, but they are very good at observing people's words and expressions.

From the disdainful attitude of the woman in front of him, he could tell that she had no intention of letting him go.

If the other party was just trying to save people, they could just rush into the prison and release the superhuman. Then walk in through the main gate and mock these policemen who only earn two or three thousand yuan a month. Isn't that a waste of time?

As the prison guards were thinking, they heard someone shout "fire!" and those police officers who had not yet made a decision subconsciously pulled the trigger.

After the first bullet is fired, all problems are no longer a problem.

Because they couldn't get the bullet back and tell the female superhuman in front of them that they had fired it accidentally.

This reason couldn't even convince themselves, let alone an unknown person who was coming with such aggressive momentum.

Fortunately, they had not forgotten what they had learned in police training and tried their best to carry out tactical actions. Everyone dispersed to expand the range of firepower coverage.

"You boring ordinary person, bullets are of no use to me."

The reason why the blacksmith walked in through the main entrance was purely to vent, to vent the pressure that Reverse Flash brought to her.

The blacksmith was originally a boss in the smuggling network between the central city and the real city, and she was a female boss.

For this reason, she could not tolerate contempt and disrespect from others even more than those male bosses.

But the Reverse Flash crushed the Blacksmith in every aspect, forcing this female boss with a strong self-esteem to suppress her dissatisfaction and do things according to the Reverse Flash's instructions.

The stronger the oppression, the stronger the blacksmith's self-esteem becomes, and the more dissatisfied she becomes with Reverse-Flash.

Thinking of the cold attitude of Reverse Flash when he gave orders to himself, it was as if he was not a person but a pet, and the cold robot had to execute the other's orders unconditionally.

The blacksmith clenched his fists, and the iron door beside him was torn apart by an invisible force, instantly turning into a large number of fragments that shot out in a fan shape towards the area where he was alive.

When the prison guards saw this scene, they cursed inwardly, and the experienced ones simply threw themselves at anything nearby that could serve as cover.

The inexperienced one was still stupidly pulling the trigger, trying to kill the blacksmith.

The next moment, broken iron pieces flew past, and those prison guards who did not dodge were directly beaten into sieves. Their bodies, which were almost crushed by the iron pieces, fell limply to the ground like discarded plastic bags.

"Fuck, damn it, damn it!"

The policeman hiding behind the bunker looked at his colleague's tragic death and blurted out a series of swear words, using this method to suppress the fear in his heart.

Although people on the Internet jokingly say that there are shootings every day in North America, there are not many cases where shooting is actually necessary during the execution of a mission. Moreover, most problems can be solved with batons in places like prisons.

Therefore, most police officers have not actually killed anyone, and even if they do, they will not use excessive force.

Emptying the bullets sounds violent, but it is actually just an action to make up for accuracy.

After all, the bullet from a pistol will fly out fifty meters and have no direction, not to mention that the person will move, which greatly increases the difficulty of shooting.

Therefore, the victims in general cases were not beaten into briquettes, and most of the bullets fired by the police with pistols missed the target.

The prison guard hiding behind the bunker was greatly traumatized when he saw his companion being torn to pieces.

If it weren't for the ultimate fear of death that suppressed their actions, half of them would have jumped up and started shooting wildly the moment the body lay down.

Of course, by hiding, they were only delaying their death.

Faced with a superhuman who can control metal, guns become useless and the prison guards become lambs to be slaughtered.

The blacksmith was not in a hurry. She got pleasure from the death of these weak people and subconsciously raised her head.

It’s good to have these happy husbands, isn’t it? She even slowed down her pace, and her leather boots made a clattering sound on the ground.

"Damn it, let's fight this female superhuman!"

The prison guards hiding behind the bunkers finally couldn't bear the pressure anymore and didn't want to hide any longer.

They can go forward or backward, but the things on both roads are actually the same.

The prison guard, whose courage was inspired, did not want to die among the criminals they had killed, so he yelled and opened fire at the blacksmith.

"Go to hell, you stinky bitch!"

Their fingers were firmly on the trigger, not relaxing for a moment.

Bullets flew out of the muzzle like raindrops, instantly covering the entire front yard of the prison and tearing all the bottles and jars in the yard into pieces.

But the blacksmith was unharmed.

She just waved her hand and blocked all the flying bullets.

She smiled and opened her arms, using her abilities to the fullest.

Click!

The gun in the prison guard's hand disintegrated directly into pieces.

There was still gas from the burning gunpowder in the gun barrel. After the gun disintegrated, the gas exploded directly, blowing the prison guards' palms into a bloody mess. They covered their faces and wailed in pain.

Even if these prison guards survived, they would have to spend the rest of their lives as disabled people, but the blacksmith was still unwilling to let them go.

The woman clenched her right hand, and the special metal that made up the gloves opened like dragon scales. Then the scales began to vibrate, and after accumulating enough power, they flew out and turned all the living people in front of the blacksmith into honeycomb coal.

But her power will never be completed!
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