Marvel’s strongest teacher

The long motorcade sped along the highway toward Miami’s busiest downtown area.

The time spent sitting in the car is always boring, not to mention, it is a young man like Chris Rhode who is not valued at all in the Rhode family.

At this time, the only thing he could do was to study the notebook in his hand, which was said to be left by the former warden of the Divine Prison.

“My life has been a tragedy, and in the Rhodes family, I am just an insignificant little person.

No relationship, no so-called superior ability, and eventually ended up alone in this almost unknown prison in the Gulf of Mexico.

I don’t know why they were able to capture so many horrific beings and send them to our prisons.

However, these people are simply terrible.

In 1919, the first prisoners were brought here, and I remember that I was only eighteen years old.

At a young age, I was already the warden of a huge prison, and if it weren’t for my bloodline of the Rhode family, this would be a very remarkable achievement.

The prisoners all came here with countless wounds, and in the spirit of humanitarianism, I provided them with food, clean water and plenty of medicine.

Unfortunately, I later learned what a stupid thing I had done.

Soon, the group of prisoners had eaten and drunk enough and recovered their wounds with medicine. Having recovered their amazing combat effectiveness, they launched the first large-scale prison escape.

Spears, cannonballs, these harvesters of flesh and blood are simply not worth mentioning in their eyes.

Just seventeen people, in just one hour of escape, have killed nearly three hundred of my men.

I don’t know why I didn’t put them to death after recapturing them. Perhaps, this is the nature of the Rhodes family, we need prisoners, not dead people.

To deal with them, I learned the lessons of the last time. This time, I will build underground cells on a large scale, replacing them with stronger walls, gates, and chains.

Moreover, any prisoner who enters prison is only provided with food and water that lasts only the minimum of life. As for their injuries, it is up to them.

In this way, decades have gradually passed, and in my eyes, it seems to have passed for a moment.

More and more prisoners were being brought in, so my cell became deeper and deeper. The first batch of prisoners arrested have all been sent to the eighteen-story underground prison.

However, these prisoners are simply demons, and after one failure, they never gave up their efforts at all, twice, three times, four times…

Every time they had a massive jailbreak, I lost a lot of money. Moreover, I will find that the speed of technological progress will never be comparable to the speed of their physical progress.

Each time they appear, their growing strength is enough to make us doubt our most advanced weapons.

Over the decades, I have been recruiting people, strengthening the doors and walls of these cells, and even installing power grids and bombs.

Maybe my efforts gradually paid off, maybe they gradually gave up resistance, in short, in the last few decades, they finally stopped trying to escape from prison.

But I know that they have not stopped escaping, just as a viper will constantly curl up and inflate itself before preparing to attack. They have been hiding themselves, hiding their strength, and although I have tried to get people to give them the least amount of food and water, I can feel that their strength has become more and more terrifying.

For this, I prepared for the worst, and I prepared a small nuclear reactor underground in the prison of God. Once the escape occurs again, the warden must not hesitate to detonate the nuclear reactor and wipe out the prison of God and these devil-like prisoners on the earth.

Because once they leave here, they will bring only endless disasters to the United States and to the world! ”

Seeing this, Chris Rhode suddenly jumped up on the seat like a frightened rabbit.

Then he grabbed the driver of his car and said loudly: “Pick me up Uncle Andrew immediately, stop, we will stop immediately, and send these prisoners back to the prison of God, where they should stay.”

At this moment, the driver saw the other party’s serious expression in the midst of complaints, and finally turned on the on-board communication.

“Hey, what, what do you say, let’s send all these prisoners back, Chris, are you crazy?”

“I don’t, Uncle Andrey, believe me, we are not holding ordinary prisoners in our car, but demons, demons crawling out of hell!

If…”

Just as I was talking about this, I heard a loud “boom” sound at the rear of the convoy and between the vehicles escorting the prisoners.

The next moment, when Andrei Rhode couldn’t help but poke his head out, he found that the raging fire had burned from a prison car. And an old man with a shawl was waving his fists, turning pieces of cracked iron into more debris.