marvel angel

During this mission, except for the warden who knew that Angela and Lorna were "undercovers" sent by the intelligence department, and several agents stationed here who knew their true identities, other employees in the correctional center thought that the two were undercover. People are just ordinary criminals.From the moment the two of them stepped off the prison van, everything was carried out according to rules and regulations.

They waited in the waiting room for a long time before being called inside.Thanks to Angela's spiritual connection, they would not be as bored and lonely as other people waiting together.Then, after handing in their personal belongings, entering their fingerprints, receiving serial numbers and necessities, taking photos, doing a physical examination and changing into blue and black prison uniforms, the two finally walked into the female ward under the leadership of a prison guard.

"Although you all look like educated people, I still want to explain some of the most basic rules to you." The thin female prison guard walked quickly at the front. Cold, "First of all, no smoking is allowed anywhere in the building. Any matches and smoking-related materials will be confiscated. No drugs are allowed, and no fighting is allowed. Fighting will only get you segregated to the solitary room. As often said in movies That’s what the cave refers to.”

"It's not a problem for us to abide by these explicit rules." Angela hugged the big bag and followed the prison guard. "What I worry about are the invisible rules. Are there any so-called big guys here who need us?" Pay attention, or flatter."

"Girls, this is your first time here." The prison guard ignored Angela and continued to walk forward. "Don't be brainwashed by the artistic processing in movies and TV series. The life here is only boring and dull, where can it be?" So much drama, not to mention that this is not a prison, but a detention center. People are just locked up here for a few days or a few months, and no one can stay long enough to develop their own power."

"Oh, that puts my mind at ease. Thank you, uh, Ms. Schilling." Angela glanced at the name on the chest of the prison guard's uniform and nodded meekly in thanks.

"Very good, that's it. Stay polite. All you will gain here is friendship." Xilin finally glanced at Angela and said with satisfaction, "Whatever your surname is, people here call each other by their surname."

"Ziegler," Angela answered simply.

"You have no streaks of color in your hair, you are a pure Aryan"

"I have never studied my race, nor am I interested in doing so. In fact, the so-called Aryans were a misnomer back then. They were just Germanic people who happened to be blond and blue-eyed."

"I'm glad you're not a racist, that puts my mind at ease." Xilin waved his hand, interrupting Angela, "One last thing, if you find yourself feeling depressed, lonely, or helpless, Or if you find that your roommate has the above-mentioned tendencies, report it to us in time, there is a psychologist here."

"It's hard for people who stay in this place not to have these feelings," Angela grinned.

"The important thing is not you, but your roommate. Oh my God, this poor little girl." Xilin finally stopped and took out the key and opened the door of a cell. "Fang, this is your new roommate."

After Angela and Lorna heard the last name of the fellow mutant, they rushed up and looked inside the house.A girl sitting curled up on the lower bunk was looking up at them with big innocent eyes.Her petite body was almost skinny and her skin was a little sallow, which may have been caused by long-term malnutrition.Lianjuan's eyebrows and delicate nose and lips highlight her Asian heritage.Her long, natural black hair is draped straight behind her shoulders, but there is a faint hint of magenta luster in her hair.

"Uh, are you sure I'm in the same room as her?" Angela quickly noticed something was wrong.

"What do you mean? I thought you wouldn't discriminate." Xilin's eyes suddenly looked evil at Angela.

"Oh, no, I mean I remember that my room number doesn't seem to be this." Angela pointed to the number on the cell.

"Oh, it's my fault." Xilin flipped over the documents in his hand and pulled Lorna to his side, "Fang, this is Dane, your new roommate, can you teach her how to lay the sheets?"

Fang didn't speak, just nodded obediently.

"Very well" Schilling left Lorna inside and locked the cell.Continue to lead Angela forward.

"" Angela felt a little unbelievable. She was in a daze for a second and then quickly followed, "Why aren't you worried about whether Rodan will bully that Asian girl? She is obviously fairer than me."

"Her race is a victim of racism and has no historical entanglement with Asians. What do I worry about?" Schilling replied nonchalantly as he walked through the documents.

"Oh my god, how did you figure out that Dane has Jewish ancestry? This is not recorded in her profile at all."

"The short sentences people serve here mean how quickly people move here. After meeting all kinds of people, I can tell where they come from at a glance."

"It's amazing that you have managed so many people and yet you still sympathize with that person. She must be very innocent."

"Yes, she committed the crime of walking on the street. So I want to ensure that she can at least walk freely in this place of deprivation of freedom. No one can bully her here."

"I dare say there is still a big boss here, it's you, Ms. Schilling."

Xilin rolled his eyes at Angela and opened the door of another cell.

"Hey hero reporter, this is your new roommate, uh" Xilin restrained Angela and gave her a questioning look.

"Ziegler." Angela couldn't believe that Xilin didn't care about her so much.

"Everhart, teach Ziegler how to make the bed." After Xilin left an order, he ignored the two of them and locked the door and left.

"Is she so ruthless to every blond woman? But she is obviously blond herself?" Angela stood there at a loss, pointing in the direction where Xilin left, and looked at Everhart awkwardly.

"So she is the most impartial prison guard here." Everhart winked at Angela, stood up enthusiastically, and took the bag from her arms, "Wow, you are so tall. Give these to me. I'll do it." Make your bed.”

"Oh, I don't have to do it myself."

"Ziegler, we have a unique bed-making technique that allows us to hide more things under the sheets. My last roommate also made the bed for the new me with his own hands. Please accept this tradition."

"That's it. Thank you. Everhart, you are so friendly. Are you a white-collar worker?" Angela approached Everhart according to SHIELD's plan.

Everhart did not answer, but quickly laid out the sheets and pillows.Angela didn't know why Everhart suddenly ignored her and scratched her hair uneasily.

"It's so strange that I can't tell whether you are a seasoned veteran or a complete amateur." After finishing his work, Everhart gracefully sat on the bedside and looked at Angela up and down with interest.

"Uh, what do you mean?" Angela was a little confused as Everhart stared at her, "This is my first time in the police station, and the crime they charged me with is"

"Ha, this time I'm sure that you are the amateur they captured without any experience. Wow, you are so pathetic." Everhart suddenly patted Angela's arm and laughed as if he couldn't help it.

"Uh" Angela stood there thinking about the information SHIELD gave her. There was no mention of Everhart having any psychological problems.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I mess up your plan?" Everhart saw what Angela was thinking and stood up again, "As far as I know, CIA has no shortage of female agents. Send you in. Yes, it must be S.H.I.E.L.D.”

"He, they"

"They didn't tell you that I knew about the existence of SHIELD, right?" Everhart played with the curled blond hair and slowly approached Angela. The dim light seemed to give her whole body a glow. A layer of mysterious gold.