When Jill Young opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a steel cage. There were people on the other side of the bars, and people on this side too. It didn’t take Jill long to figure it out: she was locked up, shut inside a big steel prison.
It was like history repeating itself—outside the cage were big burly guys, inside were groups of women. But the dudes outside weren’t bandits, they were wearing police uniforms. And the women inside? Not exactly trembling housewives. Forget being scared, most of them were sleeping like logs, some even snoring.
Did I end up in some kind of women’s prison or something?
Is this the start of my epic journey to rule the prison and break out?
Or maybe... okay, enough "maybes"—the real joke is: "Why am I locked up again?! Why is it always me getting thrown in jail!" Jill Young yelled in frustration, kicking the iron cage. The whole thing rattled with a loud clang. Judging by the feel, yeah, this cage was pretty solid—way tougher than anything you’d find on Earth.
"Newbie, quit yelling, quit yelling. Isn’t it always like this? Someone’ll come bail you out soon." A chubby woman mumbled sleepily without even opening her eyes, just rolled over and went right back to sleep.
"Bail me out?" Jill looked around, spotted some wire under the prison bed, and tried to see if she could pick the lock. "Pretty sure nobody’s coming to bail me out."
"They will, they will. Isn’t it always like this? We get dragged in for no reason, then let out just as randomly. This place is basically a break room after work." Another woman rubbed her eyes and muttered, "Gunfire Angels may be big, but as long as our boss is still kicking, he’ll bail us out—he needs us to keep making money."
"Tch, can’t open it..." Jill tossed the wire aside, annoyed. Her micro-sensation ability let her figure out a bit about the lock, but since she’d never picked one before, she was totally lost. It’s like giving a gun to someone who’s never fired one—they wouldn’t even know how to take the safety off.
By the way, Jill’s Dragon Elephant Technique was definitely at the fourth level now, and her Prajna Technique had also reached the fourth level. Normally, it should’ve dropped a level, but ever since Jack Young mastered the "Five Senses Synchronization" state, Prajna didn’t level up, but that new ability—totally outside the Prajna system—wasn’t useless. So, Jill arrived in this brand-new world with her micro-sensation skills.
Of course, this brand-new world was pretty confusing for Jack Young. The cellmates spoke English, but something always felt off. Their casual chatter seemed packed with way too much info, so Jill asked again, "What are you even talking about? Where is this place?"
"This is obviously the detention center!" snapped a third woman. "Quit making noise and get some sleep, we’ve got work tonight, bitch!"
Jill’s eyes narrowed instantly...
Two minutes later, every cellmate was standing at attention, trembling as they stared at Jill Young. In those two minutes, Jill had shown them what real violence looked like. Some had tried to fight back—pulling hair, grabbing clothes, scratching faces. Anyone who dared was now piled up, half-dead and moaning.
Jill just sat there, cool as ever, right on top of the heap of bodies. She barked at the rest, "From now on, you answer whatever I ask. Anyone gives me lip, I’ll throw her at the very bottom of this pile!"
The women glanced at the one who’d called Jill a bitch—she looked like she was barely breathing. Everyone gulped. "Ask away, boss lady!"
Jill nodded. "First, tell me where we are."
Someone answered right away, "This is Steelbullet City, a third-tier city in the Death Wasteland."
Steelbullet City? Not even gonna roast that name, but Death Wasteland? Third-tier city? The questions just kept piling up. Sure, they spoke English, and people came in all colors, but it still didn’t feel like any time or place Jill knew.
"Second question: What’s Gunfire Angels?" That name—if they’re really gun-toting angels... things are about to get wild.