I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 289 - 287 Johnny

Chapter 289: Chapter 287 Johnny

"Power is not what makes a king, responsibility is."

The old flat-screen TV hung from a rusting mount on the yellowed wall, broadcasting a special address from the United Council.

In the southern region of the Sethiyan Federation, atop a cliff surrounded by the sea on three sides, stood a dark fortress known as "Purgatory," a military prison.

This place detained terrorists who had attempted to overthrow the state and committed anti-humanity attacks. Delivered here by the armed forces of the Sethiyan federal government, they were destined to never escape death, living only to await their final judgment.

Purgatory was situated in a desolate location, as far removed from any civilized lands as Hell is from Heaven. To leave this place, one either risked being devoured by wild beasts, traversing vast primitive jungles, or took the leap off the cliff to drift in the bone-chilling Pacific Ocean.

Two prison guards clad in power armor led a prisoner—one on each side—down the high corridor. The prisoner wore an iron hoop on his head, with heavy shackles on both hands and feet. Underneath the barbed wire, marched regular army and a row of death row inmates with black hoods over their heads.

The prisoner had shoulder-length hair and was in his early thirties, a lean-faced Caucasian with narrow eyes and a deep gaze. He had a tuft of blue stubble on his chin, a high nose bridge, and a slender but upright figure.

At the end of the corridor was a thick iron door, where twelve soldiers equipped with ICR rifles checked the identities of those passing through.

The three stopped in front of the heavy door, while the speech continued on the TV, nearing its end with Presidents rising to applaud.

"Prisoner, Johnny," said one of the soldiers at the checkpoint.

The computer screen pulled up the prisoner’s information:

Name: Johnny.

Nickname: Blood Face.

Former nationality: Sethiyan Federation.

Sex: Male.

Crimes: Racial extremism, crimes against humanity, religious desecration, first-degree murder, participating in a coup, illegal possession of explosives...

Case: Three months ago, plotted to hijack a plane to crash into the White House, captured by the Superpower Special Department.

A power armored guard tapped his helmet, connecting to the prison’s system, beginning to match the prisoner’s information and pheromones. The computer screen lit up with a row of green lights at the checkpoint.

"Access approved, open the door! Good luck to you all."

A few soldiers stepped back as the grating noise of metal on metal started, drowning out the TV’s sound.

The thick iron door slowly opened, letting in a gust of warm air. A wider path appeared before them, leading to the underground corridor in front of the prison’s square; the elevator at the end went down to isolation cells the size of coffins built into the cavern in the cliff.

The power-armored guards completed their handover to the squad awaiting in the hallway with rifles. One of them caught Johnny’s neck with an electric hoop on a long pole and prodded him forward.

"You know, he’s lying," Johnny said with a laugh.

"Shut up, keep moving!" the power armored guard’s voice came out through his helmet’s speaker, filled with a mechanical, lifeless quality, like a soulless puppet.

"After they’ve taken those disgusting drugs, they’re no longer human, and you all know it," Johnny continued.

"Shut up, Johnny!" a soldier commanded.

"We shouldn’t have touched those things, those freaks, and the people who tolerate them... they all have to die. Do you know how to clean up that rot? With fire," Johnny kept talking.

"Shock him!" the soldier gave the order.

The soldier holding the electric hoop pushed the switch, and electricity concentrated on the neck hoop. The power shocked Johnny, his veins bulging, body straightening like a stick, and he crashed to the ground.

"Aieeeahahah!!! Heheheheheh..."

Johnny convulsed on the ground, and after the electric hoop ceased shocking, he started laughing loudly again.

"You have the guts to kill those from the Superpower Special Department. Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve done. You’ve planned subway bombings worldwide, and you’ve committed massacres in remote villages without restraint, not even sparing children. You’re a devil," a female soldier approached, furious.

She said this and kicked Johnny in the spine.

"Ha ha ha ha... Heh heh heh heh..."

Johnny slightly bent over on the ground, saliva dripping to the floor as he laughed.

"I am simply taking actual measures to remind people of what will ultimately befall them if we allow the birth of these inferior races. I am just giving you a preview of the horrific scene before the disaster strikes... I am a prophet, and I must fulfill my duty. When that time comes, I will receive people’s forgiveness."

"You’re just making excuses for your crimes against humanity," the female soldier said.

"You’ve run out of luck, you’ve got at most three weeks to live, and then, what you’ll get is not forgiveness, but a bullet," the soldier said.

"You think... you’ve captured me?" Johnny curled up on the ground, laughing.

"This is Hell; do you really think you have any way out?" The soldier stepped on his head and leaned down laughing.

"Leave? No. I shall survive..." Johnny laughed.

Suddenly, he began to retch violently, coughing and vomiting in a way that made listeners feel nauseated as well.

"Stop! Stop!" the soldier shouted.

Johnny vomited a pool of glowing green liquid, with a fierce grin on his face.

"Damn it..." the soldier cursed.

At that moment, a rumbling noise came from above.

"Take him away," the soldier ordered.

A group of people dragged him quickly toward the lift, while the power-armored soldiers ran towards the prison’s exit.

However, a more intense vibration came from below; the entire cliff seemed to be struck hard by a gigantic hammer.

"This is a sign of the apocalypse... The errors you have made will doom the world of us all..." Johnny laughed.

No sooner had he spoken than a violent explosion boomed overhead, red lights filled the corridor, and alarms blared incessantly.

The prison door closed slowly; at that moment, something heavy landed outside, causing a blast wave.

Huge mechanical pincers reached through the crack in the door, forcefully prying it open.

Chunks of rubble fell from the ceiling’s steel structure, and the ground cracked open with a "Kacha," sending several soldiers sliding down the slope to the lower level.

"We’re under attack by an unidentified military force..." Inside the soldier’s communication glasses, the combat array turned deep red; the earpiece was filled with chaotic communications from every channel.

Dozens of soldiers dressed in black suddenly appeared at the prison entrance, bathed in light from outside, showing only glimmering dark silhouettes.

Bullets poured into the hallway like rain, swiftly bringing down more than a dozen prison guards and soldiers.

They charged in and found Johnny amidst the pile of corpses.

A black-clothed soldier pulled out a thermal knife and cut the shackles off Johnny’s hands and feet. He removed the headband and rose from the ground.

Johnny’s gaze swept over the soldiers as they placed their clenched left fists over their hearts, performing a special military salute; Johnny did the same.

Then, one of the soldiers behind him brought over a case and handed it to Johnny.

"Samurai miniature nuclear bomb." Johnny pressed his fingerprint to unlock the case and took out a dark green bomb.

"Let’s burn this place to ashes, but before that, we must rescue our brothers here," Johnny said.