Jiang Cheng and the thin black young man took some food, went to the rest area next to it, and sat down to eat and drink while observing the other captives and special forces fighting.

Or because of Jiang Cheng's example, the captives became bolder and calmer, while on the contrary, the special forces sent to fight were a little cringe, and the attacks were not as bold and ruthless as before, as if they were worried that there would be a fierce person like Jiang Cheng among the captives, and they would lose if they were careless.

However, the more worried about being attacked by the opponent, the easier it is to make mistakes, and in the next few fights, several special forces were cut down in a row, which made the face of the special forces captain more and more gloomy.

The following four more games were played, and the results were only one of the special forces' complete victory, and the others ended because the captives were cut in the body, these six games, a total of 6 prisoners fell, and the other 6 became victors, under the guidance of such an atmosphere and form, the prisoners who were going to participate in the fight next added a confidence, and the special forces gradually became a little timid, and suffered considerable psychological pressure.

"Stop! That's it!" the special forces captain roared angrily, kicked the dead prisoner's corpse on the ground, and then turned his head, looking at Jiang Cheng with a pair of murderous eyes, it was this guy who made him lose face and made his soldier's morale fade!

Noticing his gaze, Jiang Cheng's heart sank, worried that this guy would be ashamed and angry, and it would be unfavorable to him on the spot.

Fortunately, after a while, the captain of the special forces snorted coldly, turned his head away from him, and walked to the side of the American officer and said a few words, and then waved his hand to signal that he could go, and the American officer walked towards Jiang Cheng and his party, beckoned to gather the 16 prisoners who were still alive, and led them out of this training camp; Jiang Cheng glanced back before leaving, and found that the special forces had begun to draw their guns and practice live fire on those prisoners who were injured or killed.

Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a little heavy in his heart, gritted his teeth lightly, and turned his head away from looking.

The 16 surviving prisoners walked out of the training ground behind the US military officers, got on the military truck outside the training ground, and then drove towards the west of the base, and the gunshots and screams behind them continued to sound, and everyone was trembling in their hearts, those fallen companions were being shot by the US military as targets, and it didn't seem to be the key point of shooting, first let them feel the feeling of their limbs being pierced by bullets, and then torture them to death step by step......

Such a death process is too cruel.

"Hmph!" Jiang Cheng snorted coldly with murderous aura, his heart was depressed and uncomfortable, these are civilians, not soldiers or *, in this way! If there is a chance, he will definitely send these guys to the West Heaven!

The military heavy truck drove for more than four minutes and stopped outside an oval-blue-roofed, rectangular building, which was secluded and looked like a warehouse.

"Get off, get off...... You bastards, what a lucky day you are!" the U.S. military officer shouted with his hands behind his back, clutching a crooked whip in his hand, with a hint of disdain between his eyebrows, and as he spoke, his gaze stayed on Jiang Cheng for a few seconds, and Jiang Cheng was the only one who caught his attention.

Only the remaining 16 captives got out of the car, and all of them looked lonely.

"Go inside!" the U.S. officer raised his whip and pointed at the rectangular building next to him, with a hint of swagger and impatience.

The captives immediately complied as they were told, and walked towards the building.

There is a cement path in front of everyone, connecting the entrance of the rectangular building, and you can barely see an iron sentry card pavilion in the building, and in the pavilion sits a thief-eyed Caucasian man who is looking this way, with short hair, bald on the top of his head, curved eyebrows and a clean face revealing a hint of femininity, and the appearance of a scheming villain.

Jiang Cheng walked in the center of the team, turning his head and looking around, this was his habit, and everywhere he went, he couldn't help but scout the surrounding environment.

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng heard a crisp sound of "pop" behind him, as well as the painful screams of a captive, and immediately turned his head to look.

I saw that the long whip in the hand of the American officer had been thrown off, and he stared at the last prisoner with fierce eyes, and scolded: "Idiot! Speed up, what are you looking around, you son of a bitch!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" The captives screamed and begged for mercy, their faces full of pain, and tears were about to come out.

"Bang!" The U.S. military officer flicked the long whip in his hand flexibly, and was whipped twice after him, and said with a gloomy face: "I still have important things to do, you bastards have wasted me for so long, and you are still slow!"

The other people who walked in front of him had a change of expression, and quickened their pace, lest the whip fall on them, and the captives who had been whipped three times in their backs rushed into the building, screaming and begging for mercy.

"You bastard! How dare you run unruly!" shouted the American officer, whipping his whip in his hand, chasing the captive who had run into the building, and chased him into the building, followed by a crackling and fierce whipping, and the screams of the captive echoed through the building.

"Ah, please, don't ...... I'm sorry...... I was wrong!...... Ahh

Jiang Cheng and the other prisoners' faces changed, this was clearly abusing the prisoners who had nothing to do, but it was just a little mistake that they all used such brutal methods.

But no one else stopped the behavior of this American military officer*, and now in this situation, everyone is too busy to take care of themselves, where do they dare to do any heroes, even Jiang Cheng has to squint his eyes and watch, now that he is selected to enter the laboratory, he must not add anything to the wrong thing halfway.

Amidst the whipping and screams, Jiang Cheng and the other bald Americans who had been captivized in the small pavilion completed their registration and entered the rectangular building. This is not a warehouse, but an iron cell, the space inside is quite large, each cell can accommodate twenty people, and there are toilets and beds in it, compared to the previous place of residence, this can almost be said to be a luxury suite.

Jiang Cheng was a little surprised, but then he understood after thinking about it, this is the reward for these survivors who are sparring tools, anyway, everyone is afraid that they will not live here for many days, and they will be killed by those American soldiers, and it is normal to be treated better before they die.

The only thing that is not good is that there is a faint sour smell wafting in the air, which seems to be a complex and indescribable smell mixed with many smells such as sweat, feces and urine, and blood.

Jiang Cheng and 16 others were arranged in a cell, most of the cells here were empty, only the prison next door where they lived had 13 people, each of whom was more or less wounded, and their eyes were no longer the same as ordinary people, full of bloodlust and madness, hiding the momentum of a desperate battle.

It seems that these 13 people are the ones who used to be sparring partners and survived by luck.

Looking at these people, Jiang Cheng's mood is very complicated, these people can survive, but their hearts have completely changed, when people are facing a crisis of life and death, they are all forced out!

"Hand over what you eat!" Suddenly, the middle-aged man with long hair in the next cell roared at Jiang Cheng, his eyes were red, and he stared directly at the food in the arms of the nine winners, including Jiang Cheng, his eyes were full of longing.

The other 12 people in the next cell also had the same expressions, all staring at the food, making all kinds of begging sounds, threatening and pleading, and they all seemed to be extremely hungry.

Jiang Cheng and the other nine winners took food in that place, and they didn't finish it for a while, so they brought it over, and what was surprising was that the US military officer and special forces captain didn't stop it, as if this was the right of the winner, but there were so many people here, where was the little food they only brought enough?

"You don't have anything to eat here?" Jiang Cheng asked in surprise, since he won, three meals a day should always be served.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and give me something!" roared the long-haired middle-aged man who spoke first, his eyes full of impatience and ferocity.

"They...... Food is rarely distributed, only if you win the fight, can you get enough to eat, I haven't eaten for a day and a night, please, please give me a little food, thank you. A young man in his 20s said slowly and calmly, he was still handsome, with a trace of sorrow and coldness between his eyebrows, and a very contradictory feeling, like a boy who was originally very good and well-bred, but now he has become frozen himself.

Jiang Cheng looked at the long-haired middle-aged man, then at the Syrian youth, tore a piece of hot dog bread in his hand in half, and threw half of the bread into the opposite cell and threw it behind these people.

Suddenly, all the prisoners in the opposite cell were excited, and immediately turned around and rushed towards the half piece of bread, like a pack of dogs rushing to food, fighting fiercely and hungry with each other, only the Syrian young man still looked at Jiang Cheng with a trace of expectation in his eyes.

A dozen prisoners fought over the half of the bread.

"Get out of here, you bastard!" one yelled.

"This loaf of bread is mine!" another shouted.

……

"Here you go. Jiang Cheng handed half a piece of bread to the Syrian youth,

"Thanks, thank you!" the young Syrian man's excited eyes moistened, and he immediately took the bread and began to eat it in a big gulp, like a wolf, he was already very hungry.

The other prisoners in the opposite cell also noticed the movement, and the long-haired middle-aged man who had not grabbed the bread quickly rushed towards the Syrian youth, strangled him from behind, and yelled, "Give me what to eat!" and reached out to grab the unfinished 2/3 of the bread in the young man's hand.

"Ahem......" The Syrian youth was eating in a hurry when he was suddenly strangled by his neck and immediately coughed.

Jiang Cheng frowned, pinched and grabbed the wrist of the long-haired middle-aged man who was strangling the neck of the Syrian youth, and looked at him coldly!

The long-haired middle-aged man tugged his hand several times, wanting to withdraw his hand back, but he couldn't do it at all, he looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise, and then felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and couldn't help screaming loudly!

"Ahh