With the plumbing repaired, the two officers left the room, chatting and laughing. As the door slammed shut, the joint locks restraining his whole body released.
When they activated, Will had heard an electric motor running behind him.
To disable the joint locks, he probably only needed to destroy that motor.
But would something designed specifically to restrain prisoners really break that easily?
Wanting to test its strength, he walked toward the toilet again. When he stepped into the standing water, he pretended to lose his balance and fell heavily onto his back.
This time, he brought all two hundred-plus pounds of his weight down on the joint locks' panel, but it made no unusual sound at all. Instead, an officer's threatening voice rang out in the room.
"Watch it, you idiot! Don't get that thing wet!"
Those words gave Will a new idea.
So even this high-tech stuff was vulnerable to short circuits?
But he had already tried slipping once. Repeating the trick would look deliberate, so how could he quietly short it out?
Will's gaze settled on the life-support pod.
As for why he insisted on undoing the joint locks, perhaps it still came down to his overwhelming sense of danger.
Sound traveled through air at 340 meters per second. If he encountered danger and called for help, with Newark 182 miles from Gotham City as the crow flew, it would take at least fourteen minutes and twenty-one seconds to reach Superman's ears.
Even if Superman could teleport to his side, some things would already be beyond saving.
Keeping his fate in his own hands was Will's creed.
And his instincts proved remarkably accurate. After Dr. Daniel Reed left the State Police Department, he immediately contacted a man named Derek Powers.
A financial adviser to the Rothschild Family,