Let's put it this way, I was kidnapped later.

After I woke up in a daze, I realized how bad my current state was. I shouldn't have taken this risk in the first place, and the reason why I appeared in this place depended on joker's behavior. Yes

He made me sink into it and move deeper into the corner step by step.

Damn joker! No matter what he is planning, he is only pursuing his own goals, and it will always be others who suffer.

I was poured half a basin of water on you. Yes, in the middle of winter, someone suddenly carried a basin of water and threw it on your face. The biting cold water penetrated into your clothes and finally penetrated into every part of your body.

A pore, I have no reason not to wake up, anyway, I have realized something is wrong.

After I opened my eyes, I realized that I had been tied up with nylon ropes. My vest and other equipment were no longer on me, and even my jacket was gone. Damn it, what a hell. Now it's better

, I had nothing, and at this critical moment, I lost all my advantages. So I moved several times in panic, but I couldn't move because of the entanglement of the nylon rope.

When I looked around at this strange place, I couldn't help but feel surprised. Looking at the decoration of the dark room, I knew it was inside a mansion, but I didn't know where exactly it was.

Immediately afterwards, I saw several dark figures shaking in front of me.

"Where is this..." I reluctantly opened my mouth and stared at the dark figure in front of me with squinted eyes.

"This is a mansion, man." The other party replied coldly.

"Mansion?" I thought to myself, when did I come into this damn place? I don't remember that I came in. Then, I remembered that joker fired the fuse-like bullet, and I cursed.

"Oh...shit..."

"Yes, this is a mansion, boy!" The man in the shadow took a step forward, as if he wanted to see my face more clearly. At the same time, I was also observing him, from his wrinkled face

With his dark and yellow skin, I can tell that this person must also be from the Northern Continent. They always make people look so weathered. In the scorching summer of the Northern Continent, it seems that everyone can have such a tanned skin.

But I have never really seen a man who can make his skin so... weather-beaten, never.

He opened his cracked mouth, revealing teeth that had not been cleaned for a long time. I would say that these two rows of teeth were like tombstones. The next second, he began to question my identity:

"Why did you come to this place? This is not a playground for children!"

"I just want to see how powerful the so-called militia organization is. Man, I'm not a child..."

"Nonsense!" He angrily punched my stomach. The speed of the punch made me feel strange, and I didn't react even though I was enduring the severe pain.

"Do you think I'm joking with you? If you don't want to be thrown into a pool of flesh and skinned, then tell me honestly and clearly about the purpose of your coming here!" He spat angrily.

"What the hell...I don't understand what you mean at all!" I said in confusion.

The man from Beizhou in front of me was carrying a backpack. After looking at it for a while, I realized that it was my bag, but it had an inverted V-shaped armband and a communicator. Then, he squatted in front of me and put the

After showing me the things above, he asked: "Why do you have the equipment of a parliamentary agent?"

"What?" His words made me more and more confused.

"A civilian with the equipment of a parliamentary agent, and also carrying a standard fully automatic firearm..." He was a little angry, but he suppressed his anger while talking to me. "You tell me, he has a standard helmet, a standard firearm,

There is also a guy with a standard tactical vest and a special communicator for the parliament, how can this guy not make people think that he is an agent member of the United Parliament?"

"Sorry, man," I tried to explain, "it's not my thing."

"Are you still trying to cover up your dangerous identity?"

"I promise, I swear, I didn't." I originally wanted to raise my hands and solemnly answer that I was not a parliamentary agent, nor an intelligence team member sent by the United Parliament, if my hands were not tied.

"You don't understand what I mean? Boy, a civilian without any decent equipment can't get in here!" He crossed his arms and looked like he wanted to kill me.

"Oh! Come on!" I felt very wronged. "Except for this weird communicator, I think all these things can be purchased online. I am not one of those people in the parliament, and if you ask me, I am not stupid.

How dare you go out alone without carrying any equipment!"

But he didn't seem to want to argue with me, "Listen, this has nothing to do with you!" he warned.

"Carry him down!"

I heard someone say this order. Then, my vision went dark, and someone put a sack on me from behind. They led me step by step to a deeper location. But people who can't see the road clearly can't do it at all.

Unable to identify the direction, my feeling only told me that I walked up a long, long flight of stairs...

"Where are we going?"

The person who was holding me back responded by yelling at me, "Keep walking! You lackey of the parliament! Stop talking nonsense here!"

I can only shake my head at this moment. Under such circumstances, I can't do anything at all. According to joker, he prefers to let me collect clues for him and use me, a civilian, to do so.

Make some small moves. Maybe he is observing me somewhere now? Maybe he is laughing at my embarrassment at this time? I can't say for sure, but it is very possible. So I am not afraid, and I even want to

Why don't you come here and explore the bottom of it?

It's true that I'm not a parliamentary agent, but I can pretend to be one.

I don’t know how far I walked, but I started to hear the environment around me becoming more and more noisy. Through the hood, I seemed to hear the sounds of shouting and crying. This made me very puzzled.

Is it possible that this mansion has such a large basement? If I listen to the voice, the atmosphere here is simply like an underground prison.

Yes, I heard words like "Pig!" "Scum!" "Let me out!" down here. Maybe to other people's ears, it sounds a bit like a wet market, and it is indeed the case in reality.

You can always hear some people shouting for bargaining in an inconspicuous corner. But here, these noises, curses, screams at night, and even the light through the hooded cloth, can't help but remind me of

This is a prison.

At least in this matter, I have no reason to hate Lao Lanhe. After all, this is my choice. The purpose of coming here is just to have a late night snack. But the real killer is joker. He let this person

I couldn't help myself at that time, which was not surprising, because he was a joint parliamentary agent who was hated by everyone and was yelled at by everyone like a rat on the street.

Therefore, he set a trap for me and gave me special treatment in the militia.

"Have a good rest, man!" I heard someone laughing at me next to me, and then my hood was taken away. Just when I wanted to take a breath of fresh air, an unpleasant and pungent breath suddenly came out.

It was inhaled into my lungs. At the same time, the dazzling light below also made it difficult for me to open my eyes. It took me a few seconds to get used to it, and then I realized that the smell was actually the smell of human flesh and blood.

I can still see the scenery below clearly. Although you won't believe me, it is the fact.

This is basically an underground theater.

Thank God, I have never seen a theater in my life. Even so, I kept my eyes open and observed the surroundings with incredible eyesight. This large underground facility, the stage with gorgeous lights, and countless

The seats and the meat feast randomly placed on the table. I began to wonder if I had come to the wrong place.

And there are people everywhere here, including well-dressed guests and hot dancers. Wow, to be honest, if there weren't a few militia guards with standard firearms standing next to me, I wouldn't believe it.

Eyes. So I wanted to attract the attention of others around me, so I squinted my eyes and said:

"Hey! Is there anyone else here to take care of this poor guy? Hey? Is there anyone?"

Then, I heard a dying gasp from behind me, so I turned my head and saw a shirtless man tied to a table and chair, with scars and flesh all over his chest.

"Poor guy? There's no one here who doesn't feel sorry for himself..." he said.

"This place started to turn into a hanging ground yesterday, man." I heard a voice coming from the left, and found out that the stranger who said this was also tied up, but the difference was that he was missing one.

arm.

"Where is this?" I asked them.

"Slaughterhouse." The man behind me replied immediately, "If you want to understand it that way."

I looked at these people and found that I was also tied to a stool. The shackles and bracelets made it impossible for me to break free and escape. There were also militia guards guarding us with guns.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Oh, man, it's a very clear fact. These guys like to do this. Come on, I'm about to be skinned and chopped into meat!" One of the tied men complained bitterly.

"What..." I was still confused.

"You don't know? Under the control of local politicians, these militiamen have no choice but to eat human flesh. At least in their eyes, we are all food. Unless you are a beautiful girl, hahahahaha!" One had his legs chopped off.

The lunatic with the legs was laughing at us next to him. He looked like a drunkard who had just crawled back from hell. At this moment, his blood and saliva were mixed with his mouth, and these things were also splashed because he opened his mouth loudly.

On my shirt.

"God, are they crazy?" I looked at this area in disbelief. No matter how luxurious it was, it was difficult for me to see the layout clearly.

"Of course, kid, we're all gonna get skinned and eaten. You look so lubricate, kid, you're so lubricate, oh my God, you're going to taste that. Do you want to experience it? Do you?"

Half of your body is injected with anesthetic, and then a butcher wearing an apron full of blood will come and cut off your legs, hahahahahahaha!"

"Get some rest, kid!"

"Ahahahahahaha!"

A group of lunatics, I thought to myself. These people are clearly poor civilians who were tortured to the point of going crazy and losing their minds. I had already sensed that something was wrong with the militia here. They go out so frequently and specifically select citizens for kidnapping.

and massacre, but didn't care at all about the amount of food. Because what they were eating was a feast of human flesh, and the bones I stepped on before were not the bones of ghosts and monsters, but human bones.

God! My optimism is beginning to disintegrate little by little.

Then, I spent a few minutes observing the scene here. Although the place here is very wide, it is more or less divided into several areas. For example, the place where I was tied was the "slaughter area", where the preparations were held.

In the eyes of the rebel militiamen, we are walking proteins who were skinned and chopped off.

The area on the left is the "VIP area". Please forgive me if my description is not appropriate, I have already tried to describe the situation here. You see, the people over there are politicians from other places, and they encourage people here.

The militiamen joined the rebellion and became VIPs here. At this time, some of them were enjoying the girls who were captured in various urban areas. Listening to the cries of pain of those girls, I felt sick to a certain extent. Also

Politicians are happily enjoying a feast of human flesh. At least they are good at cooking meat. In my eyes, the color of the meat is even quite delicious. But in fact, I feel bored from the bottom of my heart.

It is worth mentioning the central area of ​​​​the place: the theater hall. Here the rebel militiamen are enjoying themselves, dancing, drinking piles of beer, making silly jokes, and doing awkward dances. I even

You can also see the group of girls who were captured. It can be said that they were tortured so much that they were forced to wear hot bunny girl uniforms and dancer uniforms for these guys to appreciate and play with. Or they were

Pulled to the theater stage to "perform" dance.

I can't stand it anymore, so let's end this topic here.

"Hey! Kid?"

Suddenly, I heard someone calling me.

"I heard they said you were an agent of the United Council? Is this true?"

"Of course..." I forced myself to pretend to be a parliamentary agent, and the optimism on my face turned into powder in an instant. For a moment, I seemed to feel that something was really wrong here. This

This is one of the reasons that joker wants to explore.
Chapter completed!