Playing My Own Character Chapter 120

The Mayor steps inside the walls of Arkham.

The guard who was responsible for simply registering the vehicle information was chewing something in his mouth, raised his sluggish eyelids to look at the two elites, and then raised his hand to write something casually on the paper. The electronically locked door to the lunatic asylum slowly opened, revealing the pale and cold walls inside and the guards standing ready.

The group seemed quite nervous, and the leader politely extended his hand to shake the mayor's hand. He was carrying a submachine gun, and there was something bulging in his bulletproof suit, as if it contained something.

"Dean Sharp is waiting for you in the office," the lead guard said, "Follow me."

The group of people walked silently through the ordinary cells. The heavy and solemn atmosphere and the heavily armed guards made the prisoners stop thinking about watching the show. They leaned against the railings and looked out in confusion, trying to figure out whether this was a ceremony for newcomers to enter the prison or for leaders. Inspection work.