Chapter 488 It's okay

  A02 secret military base covers an area of ​​8100 mu.

  Among them, the military area is 6,100 mu, where batches of genetic fighters of the Baqi Organization receive the most rigorous training, and then go out to become elite intelligence personnel.

  The remaining 2,000 mu is the prisoner’s camp and rock field. Hundreds of prisoners are escorted here. They can only eat corn bread made of coarse grains every day, and they can’t even see the most basic synthetic protein bars.

  In the sky, every 12 drones form a patrol group, a total of 18 groups are patrolling in the sky.

  The entire periphery of the A02 secret military base is surrounded by high-voltage power grids.

   On the back of the head of all prisoners, there is a protruding black metal button embedded in the flesh.

  The voice of each prisoner will be recorded, and then transmitted to the prison guard department of the secret military base, which also integrates a positioning system and micro-explosives.

  The prisoners were silent, because if they said a word wrong, they might be given new corporal punishment.

  Someone said in a low voice just now, "Did he kill the entire soldiers on the Gao Tianyuan?" No one dared to answer him.

  The atmosphere among all the prisoners seemed to have been thrown into a liquid nitrogen bomb, freezing and freezing.

  They just watched quietly, watching the soldiers of the Age of Gods press the blood-soaked boy to the ground, and watching the soldiers of the Age of Gods being carried out.

   The prisoners don't have any sources here, and they don't even know who the boy is.

  What kind of prisoner can kill a whole ship of soldiers transporting him, and then accept the fact that he has become a prisoner.

  At a certain moment, they saw the boy who was pressed by the soldiers on the frozen ground, and he still had time to look at them.

   Surrounded by guns and live ammunition, beside more than 20 corpses.

  The other party was clearly smiling, but a ferocious air rushed towards his face.

   This is probably the most contrasting scene the prisoners have ever seen.

   Soon, the boy was escorted to the middle of the mountain and rock field, under a simple hut among the rubble.

  The rock field is like a huge playground, and the hut is in the middle of the playground.

  All the prisoners froze: "That's..."

  It was a pigsty, ventilated on all sides, with only a few simple logs, and seven black pigs were kept in the pen.

   The stench in the pigsty was so bad that the black mud on the ground would reach the ankles if you stepped on it.

   But this is not important, what is important is that Qing Mu was once held there.

  Qing Mu has been humiliated here for 19 years, and was just transferred away more than ten days ago, and now another teenager has been imprisoned.

  The eyes of the prisoners changed, some were curious, some were dignified.

  At this time, dozens of soldiers from the Age of God rushed over holding whips, and one of them whipped a middle-aged prisoner on the face, leaving a deep scar.

   "What are you looking at? Keep moving the stones!" The Jindai soldier shouted sharply: "If you don't finish moving before sunset, don't even think about eating!"

  The prisoners scattered in horror and returned to their own rocks to continue carrying.

  They will move the stone from the east to the west, and they will pass the pigsty in the middle.

  The prisoners were separated by a few meters, watching the soldiers of the Age of Gods put heavy shackles on the young man, which were specially used by superhuman beings, weighing tens to hundreds of catties.

  If one hand wears shackles of hundreds of catties, the two hands weigh a thousand catties.

   Not only on the hands, but also on the ankles.

  Even if a transcendent wears this kind of thing, it will take all the strength of his whole body to move it.

  Someone took a sneak peek, and suddenly discovered that the shackles put on the boy by the Age of Gods were of the highest level, and were used to restrain B-level genetic warriors!

   The shackles under Qingchen's feet are still connected to the ground, and the alloy chains have been pierced into the ground, restricting him to stay in the pigsty.

  At this time, they were getting close, and the prisoners' first reaction when they saw Qing Chen was...too young.

  When Qing Mu was imprisoned, he was already 31 years old.

   And Qing Chen is much younger than Qing Mu.

  Some of the prisoners stayed as long as Qing Mu, and they couldn't help wondering, what kind of identity would cause a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy to be imprisoned in this pigsty like Qing Mu?

  However, at this moment, when a Jindai soldier was putting on the last shackles on Qing Chen's left hand, Qing Chen's arms suddenly grabbed his neck.

  He struggled angrily, his face getting redder and redder.

  The Jindai soldier on the side poked Qing Chen's forehead with the muzzle of a gun: "Let him go!"

  Qing Chen didn't let go, but just looked around: "Shoot."

   But the soldiers of the Age of Gods continued to roar, but none of them dared to shoot.

  They are well aware of the importance of Qing Chen. Although the other party is a prisoner, if anyone accidentally kills the other party, he or she will have to become a prisoner in the A02 secret military base.

   As much as the prisoners hated them, so much did they end up being prisoners.

  As for Qing Chen, he had long been sure that these people would not dare to kill him, so he said calmly, "Be careful next time, after all, you only have one chance."

   Fierce.

   The arrogance shines through.

  Even if he became a prisoner, even if he was pointed at by more than a dozen black guns, he still didn't change his face.

   As soon as the voice fell, there was a click, and the neck of the soldier from the Age of God who was caught by him broke.

  Qingchen stretched out his left hand as if nothing had happened, and signaled the other Shendai soldiers to continue to shackle him.

  The soldiers of the Age of Gods backed away in fright, and it took a long time before someone approached cautiously and put the last shackle on Qing Chen.

  After the lock was locked, the soldiers of Jindai rushed forward to punch and kick Qing Chen, but Qing Chen just crouched on the stench of the pigsty with his head in his arms, without saying a word.

  Holding the head and squatting on the ground is the best protective posture to avoid organ damage. Holding the head is also to avoid dizziness and loss of balance caused by someone hitting the back of the head.

  The seven black pigs in the pigsty ran around in fright, and finally could only curl up in a corner and tremble.

   Qingchen still squatted down, enduring it.

  Come here, can surrender and obedience leave the pigsty and avoid corporal punishment?

   didn't work.

  Since it is useless, why bother to cringe?

   Just as the Jindai soldiers were punching and kicking Qing Chen, Qing Chen actually carried the heavy shackles and hugged a Jindai soldier's leg.

   But the muscles in both arms burst out suddenly, and another soldier's calf was broken abruptly.

  When the bone crack came from the pigsty, many prisoners shivered subconsciously.

  Where did a person who is so vicious in such a harsh environment come from? !

  In the line of prisoners, several people looked at each other when they saw this scene, then turned their heads away silently, and continued to carry the rocks in their arms.

   They have walked this road of carrying rocks for nineteen years, and they have long since become numb.

  Now, a person suddenly appeared, as if shouting in their numb ears, waking them up.

  At this time, Kamiro Yunnao in military uniform walked over with a gloomy face.

  He raised his arms and clenched his fists high. All the prisoners immediately stopped their work and stood in the cold wind hugging the rocks.

  The soldiers in the pigsty hurriedly stopped beating Qing Chen and came out to line up.

  Kamidai Yun looked straight at the soldier with the broken leg and wailed, and then glanced at the corpse of the soldier killed by Qing Chen, two words popped out between his teeth: "Trash."

He turned to face the prisoners, and said loudly: "Perhaps you were all curious before, where did Qing Mu go, who has been in the pigsty for nineteen years? Then let me introduce this new prisoner, Qing Chen, PCA The seventh group of inspectors of the Federal CIA's Intelligence Division may have become the youngest director in the history of the PCA."

"Under his auspices, Kashima traded an important person from the Shendai consortium, Shendai Jingbian. This Qingchen inspector uses Shendai Jingbian as a bargaining chip, and plans to take Qingmu home. It's a pity, unfortunately, he wants to The person who took Qingmu home turned out to be Qingmu himself, do you think this is a joke?"

   The prisoners froze.

  It turns out that this is a new 'Qing Mu'.

Shendaiyun smiled and said: "Today, you don't have to keep moving stones. Let's play a game. Everyone who spits on him after passing the pigsty can get a synthetic protein bar for each person who has spit. Of course, there is a premise The condition is that everyone must vomit, and if one is missing, everyone else will miss the opportunity to receive the protein bar. Alright, let’s get started.”

  The prisoners kept silent, but the silence was broken not long after. Someone threw a stone and rushed to the pigsty, spitting at Qingchen.

  The more than 2,900 prisoners here have a complex structure, among which the Qing family and the Li family are grouped together, and a group of prisoners are captured by the Gods.

   And the first to take the lead in spitting, that is, the group of prisoners who broke the law.

   Qing Chen was still squatting on the ground, letting all the sufferings come to him. He knew what Shendai Yunzhi was going to do. The other party not only wanted to imprison him, but also punished him.

  The other party enjoys the pleasure of playing with people's hearts, even after seeing Qing's people spitting at Qing Chen, their expressions became more and more happy.

  Fate seemed to go round and round and returned to the original point.

   It is still a prison, but this time there is no Li Shutong in the prison, and there is no humanitarian management of Yi.

   This is the cruelest place in the world, even more cruel than the battlefield.

  This is the inner world.

  The world Qing Chen came into contact with in the past was too kind. He has never been to a cruel place, nor has he ever lived in the lower third district.

  From the very beginning, he lived the life of a gentleman, so he could treat all of this as a game.

   And now, he is personally experiencing the coldness of this world.

  Among the prisoners, some of them hesitated to go forward, but Kamashiro Yunnao didn't care, just looked at with a smile, his expression perverted and distorted.

  In the end, those who vomited looked at those who did not vomit coldly.

   Someone sneered and said, "When is it too late to forget the old master? Hurry up, don't delay everyone from receiving protein bars!"

  Kamidai Yunzhi raised his hand and looked at his watch: "The last minute."

  Those who had never vomited before walked slowly to the pigsty and vomited a few mouthfuls.

  They silently looked at the boy whose clothes were wet with saliva, raised their heads and smiled at them and said, "It's okay."

  The prisoners froze for a moment, but they didn't say anything.

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  One more chapter before 11pm

  (end of this chapter)