Everyone turned around and saw that a three-meter-tall muscular man had walked in. This man had a mouth full of fangs and looked like some kind of ferocious beast, but his body hair was relatively short.

He was wearing a gray-green leather jacket, a tall and sturdy figure, a pair of big pants, and slippers.

Behind him were a dozen men of similar build and toughness, all wearing camouflage uniforms and carrying pistols at their waists. They all looked like mercenaries.

"Captain!" The young man with glasses stood up immediately upon seeing this and said respectfully.

"What's going on? What did you do?" The muscular man frowned and stared at Roy and asked, "What's your name?"

Roy shrugged and said, "My name is Roy. I escaped from the Antarctic cave. Are you the boss here?"

The strong man smiled and said: "Yes, I am the boss here, but I am not the boss."

"Then who are you?" Roy asked.

"We are all members of the Falcon Special Forces. I am the captain. My name is Marcus Wilson. You can call me 'Captain'." Wilson said, "I am the leader of this rescue mission.

I need to conduct a detailed search record of you."

"Oh, that's it, my name is Roy, a survivor of the Antarctic glacier cave."

"You reported on the communicator that the expedition team was attacked." Marcus raised his eyebrows, "Do you still remember the attackers?"

"The person who attacked us is thin and short in stature, wearing white clothes, with a pale face and gloomy eyes..."

"Are you sure you made the mistake?" Marcus interrupted Roy and asked.

"No mistake." Roy said affirmatively: "We can all see what they look like."

"Such strange appearance features..." Marcus lowered his head and looked at the tablet in his hand, "Are these people the superpowers of the Earth Defense Agency?"

Roy wondered: "What do you mean?"

Marcus waved his hand and said: "The affairs of the Earth Defense Agency have exceeded my authority. My task is to review you."

As he spoke, he took out a needle, pointed it at Roy, and said, "Draw blood. I want to know if there are any mutated gene fragments or viruses in your blood."

Roy hesitated for a moment, then nodded and allowed Marcus to inject a potion into his arm.

Less than 5 seconds after the injection, Roy was surprised to find that his arm seemed to be a little warm, and then his eyes became a little red.

He quickly covered his forehead, as if the pain made him sober.

Marcus took out another ring, put it on Roy's wrist and said: "There are some memories of your failure stored in it. If there is even a little bit of information about the attacker, you have to give it to me, you know? We

We will use this information to determine whether you are infected, and if you are infected, you will be sent for treatment."

Roy nodded and agreed, and the test was completed quickly.

"Are these data enough?" Marcus raised his head and looked at Roy and said, "What's your abnormal reaction?"

Roy was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "No."

"That's good." Marcus breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then I wish you a pleasant journey, and we will arrange a new place for you as soon as possible."

As the door slammed shut, the whole room became quiet again.

Roy walked to the corner and threw himself on the bed.

He lay on the soft bed, groaned comfortably, then closed his eyes and fell into sleep.

When he opened his eyes, it was already dark. He rubbed his eyes and found that he was lying on a single bed.

The bed looks very simple, with only a wooden bedside table, and the tables, chairs and benches are also made of wood and are somewhat broken.

Roy turned over and felt severe pain coming from his back. He couldn't help grinning.

"Hiss--it really hurts!" Roy cursed secretly, sat up, stretched his limbs, and moved his body.
Chapter completed!