Chapter 12: Information Integration

　　Cole Harbor Prison is a medium-sized men’s prison converted from a kilometer-class comprehensive transport ship.

　　There is a permanent simulated gravity field here, with hundreds of cells distributed on the upper and lower floors, equipped with entertainment rooms, audio-visual rooms, rest areas, libraries, gyms and other facilities.

　　Because it is affiliated with the Interstellar Court, this prison occasionally houses some exiled political prisoners, and the spacious single rooms on the highest floor are reserved for them.

　　Local criminals in Cole Harbor will be housed on the middle two floors, which are usually rooms for two or three people, and each cell is equipped with an independent bathroom.

　　The bottom three floors are crowded and chaotic, housing some vicious criminals who have fled to the interstellar world, and the number of prisoners has seriously exceeded the limit.

　　Occasionally, you can find some evil-doing star pirates here, you can also find some serial murderers who are locked up at the bottom and shackled at all times, and you can also see some non-human but human-like cosmic life. ——Those who are not human will not be accepted here.

　　For the guards on the lower three floors, working in Cole Harbor Prison is not an easy job.

　　And the problems they fear the most are this:

　　Suddenly there was a burst of noise on the fifth floor of the prison. These prisoners, who were full of energy and had no way to vent their energy, were shaking the bars of the cage crazily, making strange screams from their mouths, and stuffing their fingers into their mouths that they had just clasped somewhere. There was a whistle.

　　Guards with guns quickly gathered and ran in the direction the prisoners were facing.

　　The piercing sirens rang out from every corner on the fifth floor.

　　Guards armed with paralytic batons came from everywhere, shouting at the prisoners to be quiet. When the guards ran to the scene of the incident, none of them could keep calm.

　　Soon, the guards invited the deputy warden and warden of the lower three floors, Gulipa.

　　Gulipa was an old gentleman wearing a tuxedo and holding a civilized stick. His hairline had receded to the top of his head, and his gray-white hair was a bit messy. But when he appeared limping, the prisoners everywhere quickly fell silent. The mania just now was completely gone.

　　”Superintendent, this is it.”

　　Gulipa adjusted his monocle, frowned and looked at the cell ahead.

　　Behind thirty-two alloy metal poles spaced twelve centimeters apart, six strong men lay in the dark light and shadow.

　　They were arranged into an oval, with all twelve arms dislocated. Each person’s mouth was filled with the toes of the previous person, connected end to end, like a weird body-eating snake.

　　”Don’t touch them,” Gulipa frowned, “go outside and ask a professional orthopedic surgeon to come over.”

　　Several guards scurried away.

　　Gulipa looked at the strange young man reading quietly in the corner, and frowned tightly.

　　This young man has a standard Sherman appearance, with a broad forehead, smooth cheekbones, a straight nose bridge, and slightly sunken eye sockets. These are Sherman facial features.

　　”Did you do it?” Gulipa asked in a deep voice.

　　Hamilton put down the book in his hand: “They said they wanted to perform a new style of wrestling for me, the newcomer. It is said that this is your local custom, and that’s it.”

　　”Yeah?”

　　Gulipa looked at the six strong men lying on the ground for a few times, then turned to look at the guards who sent Hamilton in.

　　A guard lowered his head and moved forward, whispering something in Gulipa’s ear.

　　Gulipa’s eyes became more playful: “How did you do it? Imperial soldier.”

　　”I have the most rigorous training in combat.”

　　Hamilton believed that the attack just now did not reveal his strength beyond normal people. These six strong men were all knocked down by his skills.

　　The real trick is his reaction speed, which can make time seem to slow down.

　　”I need to temporarily put you in a solitary room,” Gulipa said. “This is the rule here.”

　　Hamilton asked, “Can I take these books with me?”

　　”Of course, our prison implements the most humane management,” Gulipa said with a smile. “If you can read in that claustrophobic environment, that’s a good skill.”

　　Hamilton stood up, and a large number of guards raised their laser guns at the same time. He walked to the corner without changing his expression, and took with him a few dusty books introducing the customs of Cole Harbor and the jurisprudence of the International Court of Justice.

　　When passing by the six strong men, these six completely immobile guys were twitching all over, their eyes were full of fear, and they were whining and screaming.

　　Hamilton showed a kind smile, handed the book to the guard, took the initiative to stretch out his hands, and was placed in handcuffs and shackles under the care of each laser gun.

　　Suddenly a guard from the side took action and hit Hamilton on the neck with a baton.

　　Hamilton frowned slightly, and his body responded almost reflexively. He stooped, tilted his head, shook his shoulders, and stepped back ... The baton passed over Hamilton’s shoulder, and Hamilton’s hands had already pushed to the guard’s neck.

　　Hamilton did not actually hit the opponent’s neck. His fingers were still two or three centimeters away from the guard’s neck, but the latter did not dare to move and his breathing was laborious.

　　A few seconds later, the sound of the laser gun’s safety being activated was heard all around.

　　”Everyone stop it!”

　　Gulipa frowned and cursed: “Isn’t it embarrassing enough! You bastards! Let you strengthen your training and you will know how to deal with it!”

　　Before Hamilton retracted his palm, he patted the guard’s throat and said with a smile: “I am an active officer of the Sherman Empire. You can target me personally, but please do not provoke the dignity of the empire.”

　　”Yes, yes sir,” the guard whispered.

　　Hamilton didn’t say anything more. It’s best to stop talking like this.

　　The guards around him looked at him with a hint of fear.

　　Gulipa’s eyes flickered and he said calmly: “Send him to the No. 3 confinement room for seventy-two hours, and ... three meals and a normal supply of fresh water.”

　　Hamilton narrowed his eyes and smiled.

　　The title of the strongest empire in the galaxy is really useful.

　　...

　　The solitary room was a narrow room of six square meters, and the conditions were not as bad as Hamilton thought.

　　The most difficult test here was actually seventy-two hours of hunger, but the warden Gulipa took care of it, which made Hamilton feel much more comfortable.

　　Transforming people requires more nutrition.

　　The six metal walls exude a milky white light. Apart from the metal walls, there is nothing else here.

　　Hamilton made a simple cushion with military uniform trousers and coat. Wearing only a vest and boxer briefs, Hamilton opened the travel book introducing the customs and customs of Cole Harbor.

　　Soon, he found several partial maps of Cole Harbor and imprinted this information into his mind.

　　Hamilton didn’t know whether it was because Hanton had been so smart since he was a child, or whether the Valkyrie gene fluid was also strengthening his brain, and he seemed to have a photographic memory.

　　That’s good, at least it’s not a bad thing.