Chapter 491: Chapter 250 Bedlam Asylum Journal (1) Chapter 491: Chapter 250 Bedlam Asylum Journal (1) Huanjing ti 11:05 AM, on a ghost train heading to London, carriage number 7, compartnt number 7.
Fan Quan bent slightly, eyes lowered, flipping through the pages of the Bible while saying, “Before we reach the asylum, let’s briefly recap our objectives.”
The train was thundering through a tunnel, dim wall lamps illuminating the windows, casting Fan Quan’s silhouette. He was now dressed in patient attire—a not-so-simple outfit with the Bedlam Asylum logo, specially prepared for the upcoming mission.
Ke Mingye rested his chin on his hand, speaking without looking up: “Find the leader of that ‘Revolutionary Late Bell’, the Anti-Superhuman Organization in London, right?”
“Correct,” Fan Quan nodded.
Ju Zipi held the Demon Sword Muramasa against his chest, his left hand on the shoulder’s sword hilt and the right hand on the scabbard, saying casually, “This person uses the code ‘TK’—he has always used this alias when secretly communicating from Bedlam Hospital.”
Fan Quan pushed his glasses up, “I’ve thought about what the code ‘TK’ could an and whether it’s related to his identity, but then felt it’s aningless to speculate: if his code ant anything, soone would have figured it out by now, because, according to Cai Bing’s information—just a few days ago, the Managent Bureau caught a mber of ‘Revolutionary Late Bell’, who confessed one thing: their leader ‘TK’ is hidden in Bedlam Asylum, and he contacts the organization once every Sunday, so the information the Managent Bureau has is essentially the sa as ours.”
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“Ah?” Ke Mingye was taken aback, “Really? Then our ‘one-day tour of Bedlam Asylum’ is even more deadly, isn’t it a one-way trip?”
“It’s alright,” Fan Quan said, “since TK hasn’t been caught for so many years, it shows he truly has so abilities. It won’t be easy for the Managent Bureau to extract him from the asylum.”
“And if the Managent Bureau can’t do it, how can you guarantee that you can locate him inside the asylum?”
“A confident rationality built on self-cognition.”
“Good then, quite fitting to be an intellectual.”
Ke Mingye rolled his eyes, his mind recalling again the heroic incident when this lunatic nearly got caught by his second brother at his doorstep.
Fan Quan continued, “Next, let’s talk about the structure of the asylum. Though it’s called an ‘asylum’, the structure of this building isn’t much different from a prison. The difference between them is that normal prisons are used to detain normal criminals and superhuman criminals; Bedlam Asylum is used to detain those superhumans who are ntally ill and possess strong supernatural abilities, to prevent them from harming society.”
“Understood, Sir.”
Ke Mingye leaned casually by the window, fiddling with his cellphone, and casually responded.
“Got it,” said Ju Zipi.
Fan Quan continued, “The patients in the asylum are divided into four danger levels: S-Class (extrely high-risk), A-Class (high-risk), B-Class (dium-risk), C-Class (low-risk). Correspondingly, they are detained in S-Class ward, A-Class ward, B-Class ward, and C-Class ward. And what I will do is replace a C-Class patient and blend in with the patients to enter the C-Class ward.”
Ju Zipi asked, “Do the caregivers and supervisors have levels?”
“The caregivers don’t have levels,” said Fan Quan, “but the supervisors do. Supervisors are directly responsible for guarding the patients, the more dangerous the ward, the stronger the supervisors employed.”
Ke Mingye thought for a mont, then looked up from his phone to ask, “So my task is to replace a supervisor in the C-Class ward and coordinate with you inside, right?”
“Correct,” Fan Quan said, “The patients and supervisors in the C-Class ward aren’t particularly dangerous, they’re within our capacity to manage, so don’t worry about encountering any formidable entities.”
“Ah, should’ve told sooner…” Ke Mingye sighed, “I was worried about getting slapped to death by so hidden powerhouse like the Sweeping Monk, but if they are just riff-raff, it’s fine then.”
“Speaking of, since the caregivers don’t have levels and their job intensity and confidentiality aren’t high, are they allowed to go ho daily?”
“Precisely,” mused Ju Zipi.
“Correct.”
“It seems then, my work this ti isn’t difficult,” Ju Zipi smiled.
“Just play your role as a caregiver well, don’t slip up, and coordinate with and Spider Man as needed.”
Fan Quan paused, “According to Cai Bing’s investigation, today, once a month, the asylum’s supervisors use a truck and a hidden route to transport a group of ‘low-risk patients’ to the hospital, divided into two shipnts: we’re too late to intercept the first truck, but we can block the second one.”
He paused, “The C-Class patients are low priority and are typically sedated during transportation; after falling asleep, they are put in restraints, then ordinary supervisors transport them via truck to the asylum.
“I and Spider Man will ambush them en route and intercept the truck. Spider Man will replace one of the ordinary supervisors, and I will replace one patient in the back of the truck, this way infiltrating Bedlam Asylum.”
“What about the other supervisor on the truck?” asked Ju Zipi.
“I’ll find a way to brainwash him; I’ve already set my abilities today, and the strategies for each scenario are clear.”
As he spoke, Fan Quan showed the three paper figures in his sleeve. The figures, clinging to Fan Quan’s wrist, were chattering away.
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