"Alright."
This is a detention center, not a prison. Bringing someone in for trial doesn't require any paperwork. Besides, they don't handle registration here; there are special personnel for that.
The iron gate was opened.
Two soldiers walked in, one after the other.
They had reached the basement.
The layout of this place is in the city's database, so they didn't need to check the terrain.
At the entrance of the basement, two registration officers, one black and one white, looked at the two soldiers.
"Hi, newcomers, why so serious? Let's have a couple of drinks tonight..." said the black policeman who loved to joke in a jovial tone.
But before he could finish his sentence, his head suddenly throbbed with pain. His figure flickered before his eyes and he blacked out.
The other officer also collapsed at the same moment.
A man for each soldier.
All were dealt with in an instant.
