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 mention of the money quickly changed their minds.
However, upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill immediately realized, “Something’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 some 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 came back, he still couldn’t come 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, meaning 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 claimed 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.
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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 meat.
As the elevator descended, the contamination warning from Enlightenment became more serious.
Although it had little effect on him, for ordinary people, or lower-tier card masters, being in such an environment for a long time was already risky for mental deformation.
And the deeper they went, the stronger the contamination became.
Leonard Churchill found it increasingly strange.
What kind of prison would have such strong mental 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 seemed to be quite crowded.
This hardly looked like a prison; it was more akin to some underground laboratory where horrifying monsters were confined.
The workers also began to sense that something was amiss, as it was their first time 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 immediate 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, armed with guns.
“Open it!”
The suit at the lead commanded.
The door was unlocked, revealing pitch darkness inside.
“Just follow me 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 became extremely high.
Leonard Churchill confirmed 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 come this far, they had no choice but to proceed.
The armed personnel at the door were already subtly aiming their guns at the workers.
To utter half a word of refusal might mean being shot dead on the spot.
Since the man in the suit had gone in first, followed by several armed guards, it likely wasn’t an immediate deadly threat inside.
Though Leonard Churchill remained on high alert, he didn’t expect to be killed immediately 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 seemed 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 some 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 some ancient relic.
And judging from this barrier, the relic was of an exceptionally high caliber.