A02 secret military base covers an area of 8,100 acres.
Among them, the military area is 6,100 acres. Groups of genetic warriors of the Baqi Organization receive the most rigorous training here, and then go out to become elite intelligence personnel.
The remaining 2,000 acres are the prisoner camps and rock fields. Hundreds of prisoners are escorted here and can only eat steamed buns made of whole grains every day, without even the most basic synthetic protein bars.
In the sky, every 12 drones form a patrol group, and a total of 18 groups are patrolling in the sky.
The entire perimeter of the A02 secret military base is surrounded by high-voltage power grids.
On the back of each prisoner's head, there is a protruding black metal button embedded in the flesh.
The voice of each prisoner will be recorded and then transmitted to the prison guard department of the secret military base, which also integrates a positioning system and micro-explosives.
The prisoners were silent because if they said the wrong word, they might be given new corporal punishment.
Someone just whispered, "Did he kill an entire soldier on the Takamagahara?" No one dared to answer him.
The atmosphere among all the prisoners was as if someone had dropped a liquid nitrogen bomb into it, solidifying and freezing it.
They just watched quietly, watching the God's Soldier press the bloody boy to the ground, and watching the God's Soldier's body being carried out.
The prisoners have no source of information here, and they don't even know who this boy is.
What kind of prisoner can kill an entire ship of soldiers transporting him and then calmly accept the fact that he is a prisoner?
At a certain moment, they saw that the boy who was pinned down on the frozen soil by the soldiers had time to look at them.
Surrounded by loaded guns and live ammunition, next to more than twenty corpses.
The other party was obviously smiling, but a fierce aura came over him.
This is probably the most contrasting scene the prisoners have ever seen.
Soon, the young man was escorted to a simple hut among rubble in the middle of a rock field.
This rock field is like a huge playground, and the hut is in the middle of the playground.
All the prisoners were stunned: "That's..."
It was a pigsty with ventilation on all sides and only a few simple logs. Seven black pigs were kept in it.
The stench in the pigsty was overwhelming, and the black mud on the ground would reach your ankles if you stepped on it.
But this is not important. What is important is that it was the place where Qingmu was imprisoned.
Qingmu had been humiliated here for 19 years. He was just transferred away more than ten days ago, and now another teenager has been imprisoned.
The eyes of the prisoners changed. Some were curious and some were solemn.
At this time, dozens of soldiers from the Age of Gods rushed over with whips, and one of them struck a middle-aged prisoner on the face with his whip, leaving a deep scar.
"What are you looking at? Keep moving the rocks!" The Jindai soldier shouted sternly: "If you don't finish moving the rocks before sunset, you won't even be able to eat!"
The prisoners dispersed in fear and returned to their own rocks to continue carrying them.
They had to move the stone from the east to the west, passing the pigsty in the middle.
The prisoners were several meters apart and watched as the soldiers from the Age of Gods put heavy shackles on the young man. They were shackles specially used for extraordinary people, weighing dozens to hundreds of kilograms.
A handcuff weighing several hundred kilograms weighs a thousand kilograms on both hands.
Not only on the hands, but also on the ankles.
Even if an extraordinary person wears something like this, it will take all his strength to move it.
Someone took a sneak peek and suddenly discovered that the shackles put on the boy by the gods were the highest level, used to restrain B-level genetic warriors!
The shackles under Qingchen's feet were still connected to the earth. The alloy chains penetrated into the ground, restricting him to stay in the pig pen.
Now that they were close, the prisoners' first reaction when they saw Qingchen was... he was too young.
When Qingmu was first imprisoned, he was already 31 years old.
Qingchen, on the other hand, is much younger than Qingmu.
Some of the prisoners had been there as long as Qing Mu. They couldn't help but wonder, what kind of identity would cause a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy to be imprisoned in this pigsty like Qing Mu?
However, at this moment, when a soldier from the Age of Gods was putting the last shackles on Qingchen's left hand, Qingchen suddenly grabbed his neck with his arms.
He struggled angrily, his face getting redder and redder.
The Godly soldier on the side poked Qingchen in the head with his gun: "Let him go!"
Qingchen didn't let go, he just looked around and said, "Shoot."
But the Godly soldiers continued to roar, but no one dared to shoot.
They knew the importance of Qingchen very well. Although the other party was a prisoner, if anyone accidentally killed the other party, they would probably become a prisoner in this A02 secret military base.
How much those prisoners hate them, how miserable their fate will be after becoming prisoners.
As for Qingchen, he had long since determined that these people did not dare to kill him. He said calmly: "Be more careful next time. After all, you only have one chance."
Fierce.
The arrogance shines brightly.
Even if he becomes a prisoner, even if he is pointed at by more than a dozen black guns, his expression remains unchanged.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a click, and the neck of the ancient soldier who was stuck by him was broken.
Qingchen stretched out his left hand as if nothing had happened, signaling the other God's Age soldiers to continue shackling him.
The soldiers from the Age of Gods were so frightened that they all backed away. After a long time, someone cautiously approached and locked the last shackle on Qingchen.
After locking it, the Godly soldiers rushed forward and punched and kicked Qingchen, but Qingchen just squatted on the smelly mud of the pig pen with his head in his hands and said nothing.
Holding your head and squatting on the ground is the best protective posture to avoid organ damage. Holding your head also prevents someone from hitting the back of the head, causing dizziness and loss of balance.
The seven black pigs in the pigsty ran around in fright, and finally they could only huddle in the corner and tremble.
Qingchen still squatted and endured.
If you come here, surrender, and obey, will you be able to leave the pigsty and avoid corporal punishment?
Useless.
Since it's useless, why be afraid?
Just as the soldiers from the Age of Gods were punching and kicking Qingchen, Qingchen actually carried heavy shackles and hugged the leg of a soldier from the Age of Gods.
But he saw the muscles in his arms suddenly burst out, and he forcefully broke a soldier's calf.
When the sound of bone cracking came from the pig pen, many prisoners shivered subconsciously.
Where did a person who was so vicious in such a harsh environment come from?!
Several people in the prisoner team looked at each other when they saw this scene, then turned their heads quietly and continued to carry the rocks in their arms.
They had been walking this road for carrying rocks for nineteen years, and they had long since become numb.
But now, a person suddenly appeared, as if shouting in their numb ears, waking them up.
At this time, Kamidai Yunzhi, dressed in military uniform, walked over with a gloomy face.
He raised his arms and made fists. All the prisoners immediately stopped what they were doing and stood in the cold wind holding the rocks.
The soldiers in the pigsty quickly stopped beating Qingchen and came out to line up.
Jindai Yun looked at the soldiers with broken legs and wailed, then looked at the corpses of the soldiers killed by Qingchen, and two words popped out from between his teeth: "Trash."
He turned to face the prisoners and said loudly: "Perhaps you were all curious before, where did Qingmu, who had been in the pigsty for nineteen years, go? Then let me introduce this new prisoner, Qingchen, pca
The Inspector of the Seventh Group of the Intelligence Division of the Federal CIA could have become the youngest director in the history of the PCA."
"Under his leadership, Kashima acquired an important figure in the Kamdai Consortium, Kamishiro Yasuhiro, from Kashima. Inspector Qingchen used Kamishiro Yasuhiro as a bargaining chip and planned to take Qingmu home. It's a pity. Unfortunately, he wanted to
The person who took Qingmu home turned out to be Qingmu himself. Do you think this is a joke?"
The prisoners were stunned.
It turns out that this is a new 'Qing Mu'.
Jindai Yun said with a smile: "Today, we don't need to continue moving rocks. Let's play a game. Everyone spits on him when he passes by the pig pen. Those who spit can each receive a synthetic protein bar. Of course, there is a prerequisite.
The condition is that everyone must vomit. If one person is missing, everyone else will miss the opportunity to receive a protein bar. Okay, let’s get started.”
The prisoners remained silent, but the silence was broken not long after. Someone threw a stone and rushed to the pig pen, spitting at Qingchen.
The structure of the more than 2,900 prisoners here is complicated. Among them, the Qing family and the Li family are in separate groups, and there are also a group of prisoners captured by the Gods.
The first to take the lead in spitting were this group of prisoners who had violated the law.
Qingchen was still squatting on the ground, letting all the suffering come to him. He knew what Kamishiro Yunzhi was going to do. The other party not only wanted to imprison him, but also wanted to kill him.
The other party enjoyed the pleasure of playing with people's hearts, and his expression became even happier when he saw people from the Qing family spitting at Qingchen.
Destiny seems to have come full circle.
It is still a prison, but this time there is no Li Shutong in the prison, and there is no humanitarian management.
This is the cruelest place in the world, even more cruel than the battlefield.
This is the other world.
The world Qingchen came into contact with in the past was too kind. He had never been to a cruel place, nor had he lived in the Lower Third District.
From the beginning, he lived the life of a superior person, so he could treat all of this as a game.
And now, he is experiencing the coldness of this world firsthand.
Among the prisoners, some hesitated and did not come forward. Kamidai Yunzhi didn't care. He just looked at them with a smile, his expression abnormal and twisted.
In the end, those who had vomited looked at those who had not vomited coldly.
Someone sneered: "How long have you not forgotten your old master? Hurry up, don't delay everyone in getting protein bars!"
Jindai Yun raised his hand and looked at his watch: "The last minute."
Those who had not vomited slowly walked to the pig pen and vomited a few times.
They looked silently at the boy whose clothes were wet with saliva, raised his head and smiled at them and said, "It's okay."
The prisoners were stunned for a moment, but no one said anything.
