The door closed and the prison van started slowly. Escorted by two military off-road vehicles and six large trucks, it set off on its way to the Qinling Mountains.
The 42 prisoners were still silent and surprisingly "well-behaved". Some had their eyes closed, some were sleeping soundly in their chairs, and some were looking out the window. The entire prison car was silent. Not only were the soldiers holding guns in front and behind secretly surprised, but even the driver was shouting from time to time.
He raised his eyes and looked at the scene in the car through the reflector.
At first, they felt relaxed, secretly thinking that these people were not as resistant as they imagined, at least they had never encountered such a well-behaved and quiet situation. They could also relax a little and not have to tense up their nerves and be on full alert.
But as time goes by, the feeling of relaxation slowly fades away, and the uneasy mood rises in my heart. The machine gun in my arms slowly tightens, and my sense of vigilance becomes stronger.
because……
These people were so quiet... except for a few people who stretched their limbs a little, the rest of them kept the same posture from beginning to end, motionless and silent. They also obeyed the orders and followed the car during the first night's rest.
Going up and down to urinate, and other times until two days later, they did not even have activities during the prescribed "convenient" time. For more than two days, no one shouted for water or food, nor did they say anything. This continued from beginning to end.
With a "silent", "lazy" and "tired" style!
The entire carriage was quiet, with no movement or sound. The driver even wondered whether the person sitting in the back seat was a person or... a dead body? Is this a prison car or a hearse? Is this going to a prison or a crematorium?
What kind of perseverance does it take to go two days without eating or drinking, without making any demands? How can the joints of the body bear it without moving for two days?
They are soldiers, professionally trained soldiers, who have also been lying in the grass for more than ten hours in simulation training. Because of this, they can best understand the difficulties involved, and can keep their faces as normal as these prisoners.
It's as simple as breathing... I'm afraid that not many of the so-called elite special forces soldiers can do this among the scouts.
"Are these people prisoners?"
I don’t know when this question started to appear in my mind, and it couldn’t be dispelled for a long time.
On the night of the third day! The convoy entered Cuijiaping in western Henan, less than a thousand miles away from the edge of the Qinling Mountains, and stopped in the wilderness outside the small village.
"Get out of the car and assemble." The soldiers in the prison car shouted loudly, bringing the prisoners back to reality from their sleep. Perhaps it was the long-term sitting still that made the body stiff, or perhaps it was the long-term hunger that caused physical weakness. Anyway, no one got up immediately.
They all sat there "dumbly".
"Get out of the car!!" Ning Lei, who was outside the car, roared with a loudspeaker, raised his hand and fired a shot at the car, acting ruthlessly and without mercy.
The fired bullet pierced the carriage glass, grazed one of the men's cheeks, and hit the ceiling of the carriage hard.
A drop of blood slid down his cheek. The man who was scratched by the bullet suddenly turned cold. He slowly turned his head and stared at Ning Lei.
Sensing the anger in the man's eyes, Ning Lei raised the corner of his mouth: "Remember, I reminded you before, not to act arrogantly under the gun! Otherwise, the consequences will be..."
Before he finished speaking, the gunman suddenly raised his head and pulled the trigger fiercely!
Bang! Before the man could dodge, the jet of light instantly hit his shoulder. Blood spurted out, bones shattered, and a short but hoarse scream immediately echoed through the prison car.
The eyes of the prisoners swayed, all fixed on the pale man. Some of them looked normal, some were gloating, and the rest were stunned at first, then serious, and then angry. The atmosphere in the prison car suddenly became tense. The soldiers outside raised their guns and aimed at him at the same time.
Before each prisoner could fully reveal their inner anger, a slight cough in the prison car made them stop there, struggling several times, and finally regained their composure. No one made any impulsive actions or words.
.
Huh? Di Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, looking for the source of the previous sound, but... the previous sound was very subtle and erratic, and he couldn't find it after several searches.
Ning Lei looked cold, as if he was killing animals instead of people: "I have said before, don't try to provoke me, don't question my power, otherwise you will bear the consequences. This is just a warning, you won't be so lucky next time.
Now, get off! I’ll give you half a minute. Whoever can’t get off will be hungry for two more days!”
"Get off the bus!" the surrounding soldiers shouted in unison.
"... Let's eat... Don't be sorry for your belly..." Di Cheng slowly stretched his waist, first moved his body a little, then twisted his neck, shook his arms, and was the first to stand up from his seat and walked toward the car door.
Go.
Perhaps they were shocked, but the other prisoners did not hesitate anymore, but moved their bodies and left their seats one by one. Half a minute was not long, but it was enough for them to get out of the car. As for the injured man, he was roughly dragged by the ambulance soldiers.
Come out and pull it into the car behind.
Ning Lei shook the extremely dazzling electric baton, glanced at everyone's eyes, and hummed: "I'm warning you for the last time, obeying orders is the best choice. Any self-righteous arrogance will not be of any benefit to you and others.
I originally wanted to get you something delicious, but now it seems... Humph! Half a steamed bun and half a bottle of water for each person. No eating allowed tomorrow!"
At his signal, the soldiers brought steamed buns and water and shouted: "Everyone squat on the ground and lower their heads!"
Di Cheng was the first to squat down, but his lowered head was not looking at the weeds on the ground, but observing the movements and behavior of the people around him. By now, he was absolutely sure that these people were not simple, judging from their behavior
Judging from his temperament, behavior and expression, he is probably a special forces unit from a major military region!
The major powers in China!!
Tianbang!! The strongest "spear and shield" of the state machine. Different from the wild forces of the Earthly Ranking, they are all iron-blooded warriors made of steel! Fighting machines poured by the military soul!
How powerful are these people?!
Another point, the officer named Ning Lei must know something.
What Di Cheng couldn't figure out was what special instructions the senior leaders or Liu Qiyuan gave Ning Lei. What was the purpose of the previous shooting? Pure warning? I'm afraid it's unlikely.
"Here you go." The soldier who shared the meal walked up to Di Cheng and threw down half a steamed bun and only half a bottle of mineral water.
Di Cheng reached out to catch it, wet his lower lips and throat with water, and then slowly tasted the delicious steamed buns.
The soldiers distributed the food one by one, and none of the forty prisoners devoured it. They all moistened their lips and throats with water, put the dry food in their mouths little by little, ground it into powder and swallowed it slowly, without any hesitation or embarrassment.
meaning.
"Friend." Di Cheng chewed the hard steamed buns, lightly touched the strong man next to him, and whispered: "Which army?"
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, but his expression remained unchanged: "I have retired a long time ago."
Di Cheng chuckled softly: "Looking at the accent, you must be from the south. Let me guess, you are... Guangzhou Military Region, Blood Thorn Fox Special Brigade?"
As soon as these words came out, the man's brows condensed slightly, and a coldness flashed in his eyes when he looked at Di Cheng. Di Cheng's voice was very low, but in this dull atmosphere, it was still heard by many people around him.
In an instant, Daodao's eyes were either hostile, sharp, surprised, or solemn, and then slowly turned to look at Di Cheng! The atmosphere before was dull, and he was pretending to be lazy because of his unruly heart. But
At this time, there was an atmosphere of nervousness among the dullness.
Many prisoners are slowly awakening like sleeping beasts.
Di Cheng laughed silently and continued to ask in a low voice: "The Blood Thorn Fox Special Forces Brigade is second only to the Xiong Family Death Soldier Battalion among the major special forces in China, the Northeast Wild Forest Field Team, and the top thirty sharp knife troops on the Tianban List. Behind the scenes
The controller is the Yunnan Mu Family, one of the eight major families. This time you went to Kurosaki Prison under the instructions of the Mu Family? Or was it an order from your military region? What is the purpose? Surveillance? Assassination? Or... other tasks?
"
The unabashed questioning made the man's expression become colder, and the surrounding atmosphere became more solemn. The expressions of many prisoners flashed with different brilliance, but more eyes were not on him, but on Di Cheng!
"Who are you?" the man said coldly.
Di Cheng smiled slightly: "What do you think?"
"Tired of living..."
Just as the man was about to speak, two cold muzzles were slowly pressed against the backs of his and Di Cheng's heads.
Click! The sound of a bullet being loaded sounded. "Who allowed you to speak?"
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