Have you subscribed before? The anti-theft ratio is 70%, there are only two people on the stage. Joyce took off his heavy military uniform and was wearing only a black sports vest. At this moment, he was soaked in sweat, revealing a feather-shaped tattoo from his shoulders to his arms. His hair seemed to be burning under the light, and his whole person was emitting vigorous heat, like a moving little sun.

Joyce pointed at the man opposite with his gloves, tilted his head and provocatively: "Leo, get up! Are you going to admit defeat?"

The person opposite him was half kneeling on the ground, gasping for one hand on the railing, a wound on his forehead made his eyes half-close, and sweat dripping with blood.

Seeing that he was still, Joyce said disdainfully: "Aren't you a lion gene? Is the king of beasts so weak?"

Hearing what he said, Leo had already had less air intake, but he still stood up with force. He just staggered forward and then fell to the ground with a "boom", closing his eyes tightly.

Seeing this wave, a military doctor immediately came to the stage and took the person away half-draggedly.

Adjutant Romon walked forward and handed over a dark military uniform coat. Joyce draped it on his shoulders and walked down the duel stand lazily. Many soldiers on both sides gave way to him, with eyes showing admiration and fearfulness.

Joyce walked through the crowd without looking squintingly. There was a small bird-shaped sign on the collar of his military uniform. If he didn't look closely, he thought it was a collar needle. But if he had just a little observation, he could find that not only him, but all the soldiers present had various signs on their clothes: some were birds, some were animal claws, some were fish tails, and some were insects and bees.

The genotypes among soldiers were distinguished in the most intuitive way. Just like sometimes in the same legion, different factions were likely to appear. After he left, the soldiers with birds on his clothes were obviously more proud.

There are countless spotlights on the outside of the fortress, which makes the night a mile outside the defense line particularly bright. Joyce took a shower in the bathroom, his hair was half wet and stood in front of the huge glass window and looked outside. In addition to the night sky, there was a ground covered with weeds, and only a high-voltage power grid or a red light flashed.

Next to him, Romon walked forward: "Commander, the Duncan family has received a contact message, asking you to go back to our house in two days."

Joyce didn't blink: "It must be another purifier lady who is going to hold a ceremony to select the engagement person."

Romon paused and added: "Yes, it's Miss Caroline Valen, an intermediate purifier who is known as the flaming red rose."

Joyce ignored him and turned around and left: "If you can't choose, you'll make up the numbers when you go. How many families do you think the emperor has stared at her? There are few purifiers of the right age, and tens of thousands of people compete for the position of the engagement. Our Duncan family only gave birth to two daughters, but neither of them had the talent of the purifier, and had already fallen out of the second area."

Romon comforted him: "The commander is very good and not inferior to others."

Joyce made great strides into the system control room: "Are you mocking me? Instead of being a model picked by a woman, I would rather be guarding these serious prisoners here."

Romon said he could do nothing.

In the central control room, a huge electronic screen shows the location and basic information of the five prisons, and red lights flashed and jumped on the ring contour lines.

Joyce glanced: "How is the death toll?"

A soldier manipulated the light brain, and various numbers immediately appeared on the screen.

Joyce looked for a while and suddenly looked serious: "The death toll in the four prisons of a1, a2, a4, and a5 have all exceeded 5,000, only..."

His fingertips pointed on the block marked a3 and mocked: "It seems that a great person has appeared in Prison No. 3, which has calmed down the unrest."

Adjutant Romon quickly looked through the information of the important prisoners, but he didn't know who he saw, and his eyes were a little surprised: "Commander, that... the Red Japanese Legion is also in A3."

Joyce's expression that was originally indifferent immediately became disgusted: "Pei Ji? The leopard is not dead yet?"

He stepped forward and stood in front of the electronic screen: "Retrieve the surveillance closest to a3 immediately, hurry up!"

"yes!"

The severely convicted prisoners in District 12 were marked with barcodes with exile numbers behind their ears. This is also the current high-tech means of the Federation. If the prisoner approaches the border line, he will immediately call the police. At the same time, if the prisoner dies, he will automatically upload information statistics.

It’s not that they don’t use other means, but that these people are not good at it.

The soldier's head was full of sweat: "The camera near A3 was almost destroyed after they found it, this is the last one."

The picture is not very clear, it can be seen that it is hidden between the cracks of the stones, and the angle is not good. You can see half of the square inside the wall. Joyce squinted his eyes and looked at the men coming and going in the picture.

Under normal circumstances, this group of people should have collapsed after being told that the border is blocked for a month, and the criminals who have lost their freedom have no values ​​of world peace. In fact, the other four districts have perfectly interpreted what the battle for trapped beasts is.

But what happened to A3? Some of the prisoners were pulling carts, some carried goods, and some were carrying sacks of food, but they were not robbed, and they were even talking and laughing with others?

Who has brainwashed them? This is Joyce's first reaction.

Then he saw an even more incredible scene.

"What are they doing?" Joyce stepped forward, walked to the soldier, and "turned closer to the camera."

As the picture gradually became clear, he felt even more inexplicable: "A group of serious prisoners were actually building walls and building construction. Are they planning to turn A3 into a fortress in the desert?"

He laughed, and only his own voice remained in the central control room.

A soldier mustered up the courage to answer: "They probably want to resist the fallen seeds in the desert?"

Joyce's hair and eyebrows seemed to be about to burn: "How could the depraved species take the initiative to attack? Is your brain broken?" After being sprayed with spit on his face, the soldier dared not speak.

Thinking of a certain person named Pei, Joyce looked very bad. He curled his lips: "Does these people regard themselves as knights who protect the princess? If you don't know, you really think that a noble lady purifier has appeared in the desert."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man's face suddenly appeared in the camera screen. Everyone in the central control room was stunned. The other party obviously found the camera. Then everyone saw the man in the screen hit it down. Two seconds later, the camera turned into a snowflake spot.

Joyce finally reacted and yelled angrily: "Pei Ji!!!"

"What's wrong with you?" Duan Moyan asked with his head protruding.

Pei Ji withdrew his fist, glanced at the monitor that had become a mess, and jumped off the wall easily, with a little smile on his face: "It's nothing, I see a flying bird."

"Where are there any birds in this ghost place?" Duan Moyan said curiously.

Murphy, who had woken up on the side, was extremely cheerful: "Moyan, do you like birds? When we leave here, I will take you to the Zulfa Grand Canyon in District 10. There are nearly 200 birds, all kinds of colors. I am running faster now than before. I will catch you whatever you like."

Duan Moyan looked at his bright eyes and smiled: "Okay."

Louis, who was following behind, was so jealous that he almost bit his handkerchief.

Damn, Murphy, you are shameless! Are you still a dog?! You simply ruin the reputation of our dogs!

If I'm the one who's there, I can wag my tail too!

With the concerted efforts of everyone, A3's facilities are gradually restoring order, and the postmodern high-tech society has initially revealed its true appearance.

Duan Moyan walked along the clean and tidy road toward the largest trading hall. Some people on both sides were sweating profusely. When she walked by, they would stop and look from afar.

After this short period of observation, Duan Moyan found that these people were not hard rocks that were not flexible. Once they calmed down, they would also help each other. In this way, it seemed that the order to block the entire territory was easily issued, making the army that killed everyone seemed to be more vicious.

Duan Moyan thought about the matter clearly and followed Pei Ji into the trading hall. The inside had been repaired and converted into a warehouse. The ceiling was lit with grid-shaped solar energy lamps, illuminating the rows of shops below.

When they came in, someone was pushing the cart out. Duan Moyan saw a neat box of goods on the top of the yard.

"The original point redemption system has collapsed, and the garrison will not be able to recover without opening the blockade line. Now, the system of equal distribution is temporarily adopted." Pei Ji explained to her.

Duan Moyan nodded.

Louis took the opportunity to show his attention. He took a piece of fabric from a stall, shook it open and came over: "Miss, look, this skirt looks so beautiful. If you wear it, you will definitely be more beautiful than Huahua."

Duan Moyan glanced at it and deeply understood what the aesthetics of straight men meant.

I don’t know where they got the floral cloth, which was cut into a puff sleeve dress. I have to say that the tailor’s skills are pretty good, but can you really walk while wearing this thing?

Duan Moyan ignored Louis' expectant eyes and turned to look at the shelf on the other side: "Tell me to use weapons."

Pei Ji casually weighed a military baton placed on the table and asked, "What do you know?"

"Daughter, ring knife."

Green, who was beside him, shook his head: "Moyan, we are here, there is no chance to let you take action."

Pei Ji didn't say anything. He picked up and pulled out a pure black dagger and handed it to her.

"Hold this one, better than the one you had before."

Duan Moyan took it without saying a word and felt it felt the weight was moderate, the tentacles were sharp and cold, which could be seen very well.

"In the afternoon, I asked Green and Touls to practice with you. If you can take three moves under their hands, you can try to practice with Murphy."

Murphy said, "Miss, I will lose immediately if I don't need to spend a second."

Duan Moyan nodded and suddenly looked up at Pei Ji.

"Then when will I fight you?"

Pei Ji's face was stunned for a moment, and Duan Moyan really just said casually, "Just kidding, I'm not your opponent." She smiled and continued to walk forward with the company of several people.

In the central control room of the fortress, Joyce plays back the last picture captured by the surveillance camera again and again.

"In addition to building walls, they are also organizing training. What are they trying to do to attack the depraved species?"

Joyce said to himself, "You're crazy."

He was still analyzing the prisoners' movements, and the adjutant Romon suddenly said: "Commander, please pay attention to the person behind him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Joyce discovered that behind the annoying Pei Ji, there was indeed a petite and slender figure following him. He just couldn't see his face clearly, and he could only see that he was wearing the same color combat uniform, and was blocked by the figures of others.

Romon said: "Looks like a child."

Joyce touched his chin: "How is it possible? You think too much. It must be caused by some short bloodline prototype and malnutrition!"

"Get up! Get up! Get up!"

"Commander is awesome!"

There were only two people on the stage. Joyce took off his thick military uniform and was wearing only a black sports vest. At this moment, he was soaked in sweat, revealing a feather-shaped tattoo from his shoulders to his arms. His hair seemed to be burning under the light, and his whole body was filled with heat, like a moving little sun.

Joyce pointed at the man opposite with his gloves, tilted his head and provocatively: "Leo, get up! Are you going to admit defeat?"

The person opposite him was half kneeling on the ground, gasping for one hand on the railing, a wound on his forehead made his eyes half-close, and sweat dripping with blood.

Seeing that he was still, Joyce said disdainfully: "Aren't you a lion gene? Is the king of beasts so weak?"

Hearing what he said, Leo had already had less energy and more energy, but he still stood up. He just staggered forward and then fell to the ground with a "boom", closing his eyes tightly.

Seeing this wave, Joyce immediately came to the stage and took the person away half-draggedly.

Adjutant Romon walked forward and handed over a dark military uniform coat. Joyce draped it on his shoulders and walked down the duel stand lazily. Many soldiers on both sides gave way to him, with eyes showing admiration and fearfulness.

Joyce walked through the crowd without looking sideways. There was a small bird-shaped sign on the collar of his military uniform. If he didn't look closely, he thought it was a collar needle. But if he had just a little observation, he could find that not only him, but all the soldiers present had various signs on their clothes: some were birds, some were animal claws, some were fish tails, and some were insects and bees.

The genotypes among soldiers were distinguished in the most intuitive way. Just like sometimes in the same legion, different factions were likely to appear. After he left, the soldiers with birds on his clothes were obviously more proud.

There are countless spotlights on the outside of the fortress, which makes the night a mile outside the defense line particularly bright. Joyce took a shower in the bathroom, his hair was half wet and stood in front of the huge glass window and looked outside. In addition to the night sky, there was a ground covered with weeds, and only a high-voltage power grid or a red light flashed.

Next to him, Romon walked forward: "Commander, the Duncan family has received a contact message, asking you to go back to our house in two days."

Joyce didn't blink: "It must be another purifier lady who is going to hold a ceremony to select the engagement person."

Romon paused and added: "Yes, it's Miss Caroline Valen, an intermediate purifier who is known as the flaming red rose."

Joyce ignored him and turned around and left: "If you can't choose, you'll make up the numbers when you go. How many families do you think the emperor has stared at her? There are few purifiers of the right age, and tens of thousands of people compete for the position of the engagement. Our Duncan family only gave birth to two daughters, but neither of them had the talent of the purifier, and had already fallen out of the second area."

Romon comforted him: "The commander is very good and not inferior to others."

Joyce made great strides into the system control room: "Are you mocking me? Instead of being a model picked by a woman, I would rather be guarding these serious prisoners here."

Romon said he could do nothing.

In the central control room, a huge electronic screen shows the location and basic information of the five prisons, and red lights flashed and jumped on the ring contour lines.

Joyce glanced: "How is the death toll?"

A soldier manipulated the light brain, and various numbers immediately appeared on the screen.

Joyce looked for a while and suddenly looked serious: "The death toll in the four prisons of a1, a2, a4, and a5 have all exceeded 5,000, only..."

His fingertips pointed on the block marked a3 and mocked: "It seems that a great person has appeared in Prison No. 3, which has calmed down the unrest."

Adjutant Romon quickly looked through the information of the important prisoners, but he didn't know who he saw, and his eyes were a little surprised: "Commander, that... the Red Japanese Legion is also in A3."

Joyce's expression that was originally indifferent immediately became disgusted: "Pei Ji? The leopard is not dead yet?"

He stepped forward and stood in front of the electronic screen: "Retrieve the surveillance closest to a3 immediately, hurry up!"

"yes!"

The severely convicted prisoners in District 12 were marked with barcodes with exile numbers behind their ears. This is also the current high-tech means of the Federation. If the prisoner approaches the border line, he will immediately call the police. At the same time, if the prisoner dies, he will automatically upload information statistics.

It’s not that they don’t use other means, but that these people are not good at it.

The soldier's head was full of sweat: "The camera near A3 was almost destroyed after they found it, this is the last one."

The picture is not very clear, it can be seen that it is hidden between the cracks of the stones, and the angle is not good. You can see half of the square inside the wall. Joyce squinted his eyes and looked at the men coming and going in the picture.

Under normal circumstances, this group of people should have collapsed after being told that the border is blocked for a month, and the criminals who have lost their freedom have no values ​​of world peace. In fact, the other four districts have perfectly interpreted what the battle for trapped beasts is.

But what happened to A3? Some of the prisoners were pulling carts, some carried goods, and some were carrying sacks of food, but they were not robbed, and they were even talking and laughing with others?

Who has brainwashed them? This is Joyce's first reaction.

Then he saw an even more incredible scene.

"What are they doing?" Joyce stepped forward, walked to the soldier, and "turned closer to the camera."

As the picture gradually became clear, he felt even more inexplicable: "A group of serious prisoners were actually building walls and building construction. Are they planning to turn A3 into a fortress in the desert?"

He laughed, and only his own voice remained in the central control room.

A soldier mustered up the courage to answer: "They probably want to resist the fallen seeds in the desert?"

Joyce's hair and eyebrows seemed to be about to burn: "How could the depraved species take the initiative to attack? Is your brain broken?" After being sprayed with spit on his face, the soldier dared not speak.

Thinking of a certain person named Pei, Joyce looked very bad. He curled his lips: "Does these people regard themselves as knights who protect the princess? If you don't know, you really think that a noble lady purifier has appeared in the desert."
Chapter completed!