Chapter 661: Chapter 220 The Great Secret Hidden in Upper State Prison_3
Leonard Churchill looked at the man in the western suit and knew that his position within Golden Oak Corporation was not low.
The man in the suit scanned the workers, then said directly, “Today is delivery day and we’re short-staffed at the prison. All of you, move the goods into the elevator and take them to the cell block area. Each of you will get an extra hundred for transportation expenses.”
“Yes.”
Although the workers felt this task was not their responsibility, the ntion of the money quickly changed their minds.
However, upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill imdiately realized, “Sothing’s wrong!”
Though the suit’s words sounded straightforward, the situation was anything but normal, and any deviation from routine surely indicated a problem.
The most likely possibility was that they had detected a “spy” infiltration, which was why the delivery plan had changed.
But what puzzled Leonard Churchill was why, if “Hawk nose” had been discovered, would they still send them to deliver the goods?
Could there be so danger in the delivery?
…
“If we really go through with the delivery, there might be unknown dangers…”
Leonard Churchill weighed the risks.
He had never fooled himself into thinking that his infiltration would be without danger.
If he made a move now, even if there was a top-level card master in the prison and he had an Angel Divine Soul, he might not have a chance to escape.
But doing so would not only reveal himself, if he ca back, he still couldn’t co up with a better infiltration plan.
On second thought, Leonard Churchill also saw this as an opportunity.
An opportunity to get in touch with the “cells”.
And he was well-versed in architecture.
From his previous observation, he had noticed that the prison layout was quite strange.
There was no trace of any cells visible in the surface buildings, aning they must be underground.
Leonard Churchill had always suspected that the “enigmatic person” was likely a prisoner in the jail.
Without going down to take a look, it was hard to confirm certain suspicions.
Moreover, if the prison claid to have top-tier masters, normally to kill a few “spies” wouldn’t need any strategy of luring enemies deeper into the place.
Perhaps it was really just a normal delivery process?
In any case, without going down, many doubts would remain unresolved.
Without clarity, the secrets of the prison could never be fully unearthed.
…
The group hauled more than a dozen large boxes on manual trolleys into the elevator, and then descended.
Leonard Churchill specifically noticed that the boxes contained black bread and a small amount of dried at.
As the elevator descended, the contamination warning from Enlightennt beca more serious.
Although it had little effect on him, for ordinary people, or lower-tier card masters, being in such an environnt for a long ti was already risky for ntal deformation.
And the deeper they went, the stronger the contamination beca.
Leonard Churchill found it increasingly strange.
What kind of prison would have such strong ntal pollution?
“Clang!”
The elevator reached the bottom.
Leonard Churchill and the others dragged the goods through the dark corridors.
They still saw no prisoners, but they did see guards dressed in biohazard suits resembling isolation gear.
The rooms they passed by on the side seed to be quite crowded.
This hardly looked like a prison; it was more akin to so underground laboratory where horrifying monsters were confined.
The workers also began to sense that sothing was amiss, as it was their first ti entering the place.
Leonard Churchill observed the situation calmly, knowing danger was certain, but what was the source of this danger?
As there was no imdiate onslaught of attackers, he wasn’t in a hurry to make a move.
“Sir, can we not go any further?”
“Stop wasting words! We’re almost there.”
“…”
The brief exchange fruitless, Leonard Churchill and the others continued descending.
Soon enough, they arrived at the end of the corridor, where there was a steel prison door nearly two stories high.
There were about a dozen guards in protective gear, ard with guns.
“Open it!”
The suit at the lead commanded.
The door was unlocked, revealing pitch darkness inside.
“Just follow with the supplies and that will be enough,” said the man in the suit, as he walked straight into the darkness.
Leonard Churchill guessed that this likely was the prison cell area, given the sheer darkness at the entrance that resembled a cave mouth.
Moreover, as the iron door opened, the level of contamination beca extrely high.
Leonard Churchill confird that this was the “contamination source”.
And this place was reputed to be one where one could enter but never leave.
Seeing this, far from being terrified like his colleagues, he felt a faint sense of anticipation.
Having co this far, they had no choice but to proceed.
The ard personnel at the door were already subtly aiming their guns at the workers.
To utter half a word of refusal might an being shot dead on the spot.
Since the man in the suit had gone in first, followed by several ard guards, it likely wasn’t an imdiate deadly threat inside.
Though Leonard Churchill remained on high alert, he didn’t expect to be killed imdiately upon entry.
He pushed the supplies and stepped into the darkness.
…
It was a very strange passage.
All around was pitch black, with only the light of two gas lamps illuminating the reluctant path around the group.
But that darkness seed to have a magic about it.
It absorbed the light, the echoes, everything…
Walking in it, one could feel as if all the senses were hallucinating, being in so bizarre void.
Yet Leonard Churchill saw through it, realizing it was a barrier of a very high tier.
So high that his current knowledge, even with the Clown mask, couldn’t probe its depths.
“So it’s an ancient relic…”
Leonard Churchill had already guessed that Upper State Prison was likely so ancient relic.
And judging from this barrier, the relic was of an exceptionally high caliber.
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