Firmino knew his career was ruined.

The angry crowd looked at him with angry eyes.

Some people are even ready to take action.

Mainly, this so-called leader really disappointed them.

Everyone follows him wholeheartedly, but what about him?

Just when the crowd was about to be suppressed, a group of American troops rushed over.

The leader is Second Lieutenant Ter.

Facing the dark muzzle of the Americans, the Filipinos finally suppressed their inner anger for the time being.

"Fimino."

Second Lieutenant Ter said coldly: "I was ordered to take you back for investigation."

These words made Fimino feel like he had been granted amnesty.

Now, as long as he can leave here, he is willing to do anything.

In full view of everyone, Fimino and the woman were taken away.

When passing by those Filipinos, Fimino clearly saw that their eyes were full of anger.

If looks could kill, Fimino would have been dead by now.

What he couldn't figure out was how he got here and how did all this happen?

But, now, he no longer needs to think about it.

…

Fimino's head was covered with a hood.

He didn't know where he was sent.

The car stopped and he was escorted out.

He heard the American second lieutenant seem to be talking to someone.

Then the door closed and the car left again.

"Mr. Firmino."

Fimino heard a familiar voice.

Then, his hood was taken off.

He is the person who is constantly in contact with himself and constantly giving himself instructions.

Thank you Great Wall!

Of course, Firmino still doesn’t know the other party’s name.

"Sir, it's great to see you."

Fimino almost shed tears.

For a moment, he felt like he had been saved from a desperate situation.

"Eat something."

Xie Changcheng took out a piece of bread and handed it to him.

I remember that for the first time, Fimino also got a piece of bread.

He still remembered that the food he ate was particularly delicious.

But now, he was indifferent to the bread in front of him.

Just now, in that cabin, he had eaten too many good things.

"Ah, sir, I'm not hungry."

"Eat, eat." Xie Changcheng forced the bread into his hand without any explanation: "This is a good thing that can help people survive."

"Ah, yes."

Fimino bit the bullet, tore off a small piece and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly: "Sir, what should I do now? I don't even know what happened."

"Everything was planned in advance." Xie Changcheng said calmly: "In fact, I don't know the specific inside story, but I can be sure that you are just someone who can be used in the whole plan.

A chess piece."

"What?"

Fimino was completely stunned.

piece?

Are you a chess piece?

"Don't worry, you will survive."

Xie Changcheng smiled and said: "Although you are just a magic stick, you still accomplished some things after all. We will send you to a place where although you have no followers or listeners, you will have water and food every day.

"

"Where is that?" Fimino asked in a daze.

…

Firmino finally knew where he was being sent.

That's a prison.

Manila jail.

He was held in solitary confinement.

Three meals a day are guaranteed.

But no one paid any attention to him.

This is a prison set up by Americans.

Just like the secret prisons that Americans will set up in several places in the future, this is the prototype of those secret prisons.

Most of the people who enter here have a hard time getting out.

In the early days, Fimino was still waiting for the trial he was about to face.

But he waited for a full week and still didn't get it.

He began to become restless.

Whenever the jailer brought him food, he would ask when he could be interrogated.

But no one answered him.

Gradually, he began to lose patience.

The jailer came again and started shouting and cursing.

He cursed everything, and even some of the words he cursed were particularly unpleasant.

But the jailer seemed completely deaf and made no answer at all.

he shouted, banging on the cell door.

The jailer just put down the food and then left numbly.

Fimino started a hunger strike.

The jailer came twice a day. When he saw the untouched food, the jailer didn't say anything to anyone, he just packed it up silently and left silently.

Fimino persisted until the third day when he couldn't hold on any longer.

He began to eat. When the jailer came again, he knelt down on the ground with a bang, kowtowed repeatedly, and begged the jailer to help him send a message to the person in charge of the prison. He was willing to cooperate and do anything. He just asked not to do this again.

Imprison yourself.

Maybe the jailer was really "deaf" and "blind", and he didn't care at all about the crying and begging person in front of him.

Gradually, Fimino may have gotten used to it. He no longer said anything or made any demands to the jailer.

Sometimes, he would even grin at the jailer.

But, why does that smile look so charming?

Years pass.

The jailers here changed one after another.

Some of the prisoners held here died, and some were released for unknown reasons.

But there was only one prisoner in the cell who was never released from the cell, and he didn't even have a chance to go out.

This prisoner has no name or number.

This prisoner would sit there blankly every day, and the most repeated sentence in his mouth was:
To be continued...