Just later in the evening, I witnessed with my own eyes the cruel scene of a living person being split into four pieces alive.

These militiamen dismember two poor civilians every day, or go to the breeding farm to move a few more pigs, cattle and sheep for processing. In short, I realized that this is another form of trial, and they are announcing themselves here

It is a centralized power, and these people own a large underground theater and a paramilitary armed army. It is really terrifying, my friends, I can't escape now even if I want to.

Today they are going to start skinning and amputating people again, I mean executing the rest of us. Several of the half-dead people have their limbs chopped off, and then the others can only watch them scream in pain in the dark until they

Until I can't scream anymore.

I can see that this is the best way to get food. People eat people. When food is scarce, eating the flesh of dead people doesn't have much of a problem. But the flesh of living people is another matter.

, Fortunately, I haven’t eaten anything in my stomach, otherwise I would definitely be vomiting again.

"Guys! Look at the ugly faces of these human rights activists! They actually expect us to continue to devote ourselves to our work! What a joke! I think they haven't even paid taxes this month!" A man boarded the board

The theater stage roared at everyone present. At this time, the noise in the hall stopped suddenly like a disconnected speaker. I couldn't help but notice him. He was the most eye-catching among the crowd at this moment.

Although I know he is not a good person.

He dressed like a gentleman on the stage, but he was not the only one wearing black suits. I saw that almost all the foreign politicians in the VIP room were wearing suits. They watched with great interest that people from southern China were being raped.

He chops off his limbs mercilessly, drinks red wine from who knows where, and talks jokes. But the difference with the one on the stage is that he is carrying a gun and a samurai sword, which may be more attractive to others.

Is it scarier, or more dangerous than others, who knows? Whether a person is hit in the head or whether he deserves to die.

So, he is the commander here?

He announced their recent achievements, such as arresting people, hoarding food and other insignificant things. I know that he will not embellish his orders. His armed militiamen have been out killing people for a week. According to him,

As he said, he attacked a convoy of a science and technology department yesterday and captured the people and some equipment from the science and technology department.

It’s funny, I thought to myself, these people don’t cultivate a scientific spirit in their spare time. In this city right now, food is more attractive than technology.

But the boss here doesn't care about this at all.

"Guys!" He spoke again, "We will be liberated soon! The Supreme Father of the North has reached an agreement with us. As long as we plunder the camp over there in Xicheng District, we will get a grand reception! North

The priest and his men in the city drink and have fun all day long, and soon we will join them and no longer have to chew these filthy foods!"

Supreme Father? This is the second time I have heard this word today.

"But, before that, we have to announce something today!" The militia manager looked at me and said, "Not long ago, we captured a United Parliament agent who was hindering us from building a new world! Guys

!look!"

"These agents disrupt the plans of our Supreme Father. They want to annex the entire southern continent. From the perspective of our territory, we will not give in. These damn spies and agents should be dealt with!"

I heard the noise from the people below. It seems that these people have a very bad impression of the members of the parliament. There is no way, politicians often hate the parliamentary agents who disrupt the order of various countries, and they hate these people.

It’s down to my bones. But in my opinion, these people are not good people.

"Welcome to the Afternoon Theater! Guys!"

"Stand up, kid!" Suddenly, someone put a gun to my head and said.

I was pulled up, so I lifted the handcuffs and twisted on the stool. It was my turn to be executed, I thought to myself. After all, this was a trap set by the joker, and my identity at this time was no longer

An ordinary student, but a member of the parliament who has been labeled by others. I look like a bad guy. Yes, if they really want to hang the parliament agents, it will only make their own deaths faster. After all, they are not

I don’t know what the methods of the people in the parliament are.

So, I was escorted to the stage, and many people below were raising and waving their fists and guns. They were just yelling, "Kill him!" "Chop these bastards' heads off!" and other words.

Afterwards, I was tied to a pillar on the stage.

"Welcome, agent..." the militia manager looked at me with a smile and said.

I looked at the torture instruments beside me, but I didn't feel scared because of these things. "It's a classic intimidation tactic. Tell me, what do you want?"

"Oh, are the people in the parliament insensitive to these things? Don't worry, these are just trivial matters, we have many more methods." He looked at me with a smile and put his hands on my shoulders at the same time, "We want to

Know where you put that chip."

Chip? What chip?

"I don't know where the chip is, man... Before that powerful kinetic energy bomb hit this city, it had already fallen into the hands of people in this city." I lied calmly.

"That's just your bad means. You want control of these weapons, right? Use these things to control people's hearts and control all the territory of Southern Continent? Right?"

I moved my face to the side in disgust, because the more the man spoke, the closer he came to my face, until he was close enough for me to see his nose hairs clearly.

God, this man's blood smells really strong.

"That's just a concession to the war," I forced a smile and tried my best to make up a lie. At the same time, I saw a person standing on the skeleton on the ceiling of the theater stage.

"Do you still want to make excuses for your behavior? Come on, boy, the situation has changed now. No matter what weapon is used, they can't change people's hearts. It can't change anything." The manager responded immediately.

"So, as long as the parliament gives you the chip, these things can be alleviated?" I guessed.

"That's right! Our priest needs the power of these modules and chips to use control to intimidate the United Council and the Fearless Forces to remove the blockade and create a new world!"

"It's really ridiculous. You said that the module must be in the hands of your priest?" I tried to use words to make joker notice these details.

"This will be a revolution, agent. Your days of joint parliamentary rule are numbered. We are going to liberate Southern Africa from your hands..."

"Would Parliament do such a thing?" I wondered, "Aren't they here to recover these international properties?"

"Them?" The militia manager's smile suddenly froze, and the wrinkles on his face, which were like flowing magma from a volcano, were frozen in place. I thought I seemed to have said something wrong.

"There's more than one of us," I tried to warn him.

"Okay, Mr. Agent, I think your role is just a little bit off. The highlight is next, if you haven't listened to what I said." The manager showed a malicious smile, "You guys

Where is the chip now?"

"I don't know." I said.

"Then I won't go around with you, man." He took a girl with half-dressed upper body, pulled her in front of me, and said to me, "Don't worry, I told you, I will let you

Open your mouth."
Chapter completed!