Looking at her figure, his eyes gradually became blurred, and his thoughts unconsciously drifted to the Purgatory Island three years ago.
Purgatory Island is an isolated island in the Pacific Ocean with a total area of 100 square kilometers. The location of this island cannot be found on the world map. However, it is a devil training ground for elite troops from various countries and is known as the Gate to Hell.
Purgatory Island is not large in area and is almost covered by tropical rain forest. The island is full of swamps and is home to various poisonous snakes, poisonous spiders and other deadly and aggressive creatures. However, these are not the scariest, most terrifying things. The enemies are hidden in the darkness.
Purgatory Island is a place where various countries hold military competitions. Every year, military elites from all over the world come to the island, and 200 death row prisoners are also exiled.
On this island, your only goal is to survive, and in order to survive, you have to do whatever it takes, even annihilate your humanity.
On March 1st every spring, a special ferry will greet the final winner. Only the living can leave the island.
After signing the life and death certificate, Ling Yun was the 32nd person sent by the Celestial Empire to Purgatory Island. The ferry came to pick him up before, but not a single Celestial soldier left here safely.
A life of nine deaths is simply ten deaths and no life.
The scene of his first visit to Purgatory Island is still clearly imprinted in Ling Yun's mind.
It was very foggy that day and visibility was extremely low. The Black Hawk helicopter circled downwards and could not find a landing position, so it had to pull up again.
In the cabin, instructor Cheng gently tapped Ling Yun on the shoulder without any expression on his face, "You brat, do you know where this place is?"
Ling Yun nodded. The situation here has been introduced before and he knew it very well.
"Go down, good luck,"
Good luck, this is no different than sending yourself to death.
Before Ling Yun could react, the cabin door was suddenly opened, and then a big-headed combat boot kicked him hard on the butt.
Fortunately, there is an endless sea below. If it were Purgatory Island, it would be turned into a pile of shit.
Ling Yun fell into the sea from a height of 50 meters. Fortunately, Ling Yun reacted quickly, forcibly adjusted his body shape, and successfully entered the water. However, he was still stunned by the water that came over him, and he felt as if his internal organs were about to explode.
I swam out of the water and breathed in the fresh air. I saw Purgatory Island not far away immersed in thick fog, like a devil's open mouth, looking extremely terrifying.
There is only this small island within a radius of thousands of kilometers, and there are no shipping routes around it. It is simply impossible to leave here.
As he rowed hard towards Purgatory Island, Ling Yun was wearing only a military dagger besides his camouflage combat uniform. This was his only tool for survival.
Climbing onto the beach, Ling Yun almost collapsed. All the joints in his body were aching. He cursed Instructor Cheng countless times in his heart. He came here to shoulder the glorious mission of the country. Firstly, he wanted to win glory for the love of the country. Secondly, he also wanted to return the favor. There is a special mission, which is to find a guy named Ji Po among the prisoners on death row.
It was mentioned in the mission that Ji Po was the super trump card of the National Security Bureau and was sent to work as an undercover agent in an important department of the United States. Due to being reported by a traitor, her identity was discovered. While working as an undercover agent, Ji Po took the opportunity to steal a large amount of high-end American technology and important information. According to the intelligence, since there is no death penalty in the United States and the Chinese government is pressing harder, they have no choice but to take this step and banish her to Purgatory Island together with 200 death row inmates. Here, her death sentence has undoubtedly been pronounced.
In order not to attract the attention of the outside world, Ling Yun went through layers of selection and was finally selected to carry out this special mission. Success or failure all depended on his own strength.
There is no wind, the air seems to be frozen, and I don't know how long it will take for such a heavy fog to dissipate.
Ling Yun climbed up from the beach and crawled into the nearby bushes to recover his strength. The view on the beach was wide. I heard that there were many elites from various countries on the island. Plus the 200 death row prisoners, it was not a big deal to be targeted. What a good thing.
I looked at the sky and saw that it was seven or eight o'clock in the morning. The surroundings were very quiet and I could only hear the sound of the waves crashing.
Feeling a little uncomfortable under his body, Ling Yun turned around and suddenly shivered all over his body. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Under his body were two white bones with no skin and flesh. It seemed that he had been dead for some time.
Judging from the shape of the two white bones, the death scene was very horrific. One had the spine on his neck broken by someone, and the ribs on the other's chest were full of cracks. None of them were intact. They were obviously injured. The person smashed it with a blunt instrument.
Looking around, Ling Yun found a silver medal and a rotten pen. Judging from the medal, his owner was from the Brazilian Special Forces. As for the pen, it was an authentic French product, and the manufacturer and place of origin could be vaguely identified on it.
At this moment, there was a rustle in the woods, and it was obvious that someone had come, and there were quite a few of them.
"It sounded like a helicopter just now. Let's go and see if it landed on the beach."
His voice was hoarse and he spoke broken American English, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Boss, the plane seems to have flown away. Could it be that another special force is coming?"
Looking out through the bushes in front of him, the person speaking was a dark-skinned guy, at least 1.9 meters tall, with a sturdy build, and wearing prison uniform.
There were four or five guys next to him, with fierce looks in their eyes, and it seemed like they were not good birds at first glance.
"If the estimate is correct, there are still 72 prisoners and 13 special forces on the island. Everyone, please be careful and try not to expose your whereabouts. We are just dragging them down now. When those guys fight to the death, we will take action again," walked out of the crowd The yellow-haired ghost said with his nostrils pressed.
The reason why this guy is called a yellow-haired ghost is mainly because his hair is disheveled, his beard is very long, his face is covered with dirt and dirt since he hasn't washed his face in countless days, and his prison uniform is also riddled with holes. He looks like an evil ghost alive.
"Boss, I see that the plane has flown far away. Let's get out of here..." Before he could finish his words, the short winter melon-like guy next to him had a wooden stick on the back of his head.
The wooden stick had been sharpened and penetrated directly through his head and came out of his mouth. The short winter melon struggled, whining at his mouth, fell to the ground, twitched a few times and became motionless.
The expressions of the people around him changed drastically, and they hurriedly dodged around. Among them, there was a guy running straight towards the grass where Ling Yun was.
Ling Yun remained silent and held the dagger in his hand. He saw that the guy who came over had cross-eyed eyes and half of his face was covered with tattoos.
The cross-eyed man didn't know there was anyone in the grass, so he lowered his head in panic and burrowed in.
Suddenly, a cold light flashed, Ling Yun held his mouth with one hand, and the dagger accurately cut across his neck,
