Under the supervision of Martin and the armed guards, Hou Rui's group walked through a dense forest, and then reached a valley, and then Hou Rui saw a group of buildings, scattered with some broken vehicles and townhouses, and at the very front of the valley was a small three-story cement building, but for some reason, the exterior of this small building looked black. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Martin jumped on a rock and shouted at everyone, "I don't want any uncooperation in the whole process, going into a room in a group of two." ”

With Martin's order, Hou Rui's gang was guarded with guns, and two by two were brought into the small building, and when it was Hou Rui's turn, he saw that the inside of the small building was roughly divided into a grid next to each other, and each grid was divided into two parts with an iron fence, and in addition to that, there were a lot of dead wood and dry grass piled up in the entire small building.

While he was still thinking about what this small building was used for, the gun-wielding guard had already handcuffed Hou Rui and another lean guy with dark skin, as if it was a South Asian, with a wrist shackle about two meters long, and then the gun-wielding guard quickly left the small building.

After about 5-6 minutes, it is estimated that all the personnel were locked in the small building, and Martin's voice came from a simple iron horn from afar: "Before we start, briefly explain the rules." In a moment, we'll set the building on fire, and the two of you locked together will have a chance to fight for a key. Of course, the flames will spread quickly, so don't report the idea of two people fleeing together, and if you hesitate or fail to kill your opponent before the stalemate, it will definitely become a fireball. ”

Martin deliberately didn't give anyone time to react and think, and after a slight pause, he yelled, "Ignition!"

With this roar, a line of fire quickly ignited from outside the small building, and then ran through one compartment after another, and quickly ignited the entire small building in just a few seconds, and then at a position more than two meters away from Hou Rui, a metal locket in the ceiling turned over, and a key fell to the ground with a "ding".

That's the key to escaping this house of flames.

A lot of accelerant was splashed in this small building, and the wood and hay piled up in the cubicles and corridors turned into raging flames almost instantly, and Hou Rui could barely open his eyes, except for the crackling sound of burning violently, the terrible screams of the people who were locked in the cubicles.

Without waiting for Rui to react, he only heard the violent friction sound of the iron chain and the iron fence, and the South Asian who was handcuffed on the other side of the iron fence took the lead, he was desperately pulling the shackles, and then pulled Hou Rui, who was not prepared at all, closer to the fence and tightly strangled on the fence.

After being pulled and stumbling and then hitting the fence, Hou Rui just wanted to resist, and when he also went to pull the shackled chains, the South Asian had already leaned over quickly, and while wrapping the extra shackles around his arms, he reached out and grabbed Hou Rui's face.

Against the backdrop of the flames, the faces of the South Asians have been distorted, and at this time it is to see who is more ruthless, and whoever is more ruthless will have a chance to escape from this sea of fire.

In a hurry, Hou Rui could only twist his face as much as possible to dodge the opponent's attack, but because he was strangled on the fence, the space to dodge was too small, and Hou Rui was punched several times one after another.

At this time, the South Asian found that there was a fence in the middle, his arm had no room to swing, and even if it smashed on Hou Rui's head, the fist would not be lethal, so he immediately changed his attack method, and quickly stretched out a hand and pinched Hou Rui's throat fiercely.

Hou Rui tried to shrink his neck and hold his breath with difficulty, while pinching the South Asian's wrist with his hand, he began to pull the shackles hard, hit the fence with his back, buttocks, and legs, and did everything possible to expand his space for movement. Hou Rui knew that if he was strangled on the fence like now, there would really be no room for resistance.

The two of them fought for their lives like this, and during this period, the flames in the small building had become completely uncontrollable, and even Martin and the others standing outside the building had to take a few steps back to avoid the scorching heat and billowing smoke.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and Hou Rui felt that his clothes were dried and his hair would be drawn at any time, and he could see vaguely because of the smoke. But even so, the South Asians on the other side of the fence still have no intention of letting go, everyone is desperate!

No! We can't go on like this, or we'll have to burn two people together! We must, we have to get out of the fence.

Hou Rui, who was caught in a sea of fire, also let go, he simply let go of the hand that wrestled with the South Asians, anyway, let him pinch for a while and couldn't be pinched, Hou Rui began to grope around him indiscriminately, at this time, only by finding a weapon can he greatly damage the opponent at one time and force the opponent to loosen the shackles.

Suddenly, Hou Rui touched a wooden stick, which was not much thicker than his thumb, but Hou Rui's tears almost fell! This is a life-saving straw! Hou Rui didn't have time to think about it, so he grabbed the small wooden stick and stabbed it directly at the body of the South Asian.

What Hou Rui didn't know was that the other end of the small wooden stick he caught was still burning, and the burning stick stabbed the South Asian in the stomach.

"Ah......h

I don't know how long it took, but after the charcoal on the stick partially ignited the South Asian's clothes, the burning pain finally made him loosen the shackles and chains, and Hou Rui, who was almost pinched by the South Asians and rolled his eyes, took this opportunity to escape from the iron fence, coughing violently while pulling the shackles and chains, and quickly escaped nearly a meter away.

After a few blows to extinguish the flames on his clothes, the South Asian also realized his mistake, and he quickly pulled the other side of the chain, so that the two men returned to a confrontation again. Although Hou Rui temporarily changed his disadvantage, he continued to confront each other like this, and the two of them still ended up together.

As the fire in the small building grew, the temperature in the cubicle rose to unbearable levels, and the air was so hot that it seemed to set one's lungs on fire. By this time, someone had already killed the opponent and successfully escaped from Xiaolou. So in Hou Rui's ears, the sound of running and cheering began to be heard one after another.

Suddenly, Hou Rui, who was thinking about countermeasures, felt that his hand was loosened, and the shackles and chains that had been pulled by the two people quickly slid towards Hou Rui's side, as if the South Asian on the other side of the iron fence had let go.

This thought quickly flashed through Hou Rui's mind, but his body was caught off guard and had no time to react, and his whole body rushed out several steps because of the huge backward force, and fell into a mass of burning wood at once.

"Whew", Hou Rui's hair and shirt were led, and the burning came immediately, and the South Asians, who succeeded in this trick, took the opportunity to pull the iron chain and once again wanted to drag Hou Rui to the iron fence.

Hou Rui, who fell to the ground and lost his foothold in the tug-of-war, could not confront the South Asians at all, and in the panic, Hou Rui could only slap the flames on his body and head indiscriminately, while dragging the shackles and rolling on the ground, when he turned to the angle of his feet against the iron fence, Hou Rui first bent his knees, followed by a desperate kick, using the muscle strength of his legs to compete with the South Asians.

The arms can't reach the thighs. The South Asians didn't expect that Hou Rui, who was in the middle of the plan, could still fight back firmly in such a disadvantage, and was pulled back to the iron fence by Hou Rui's kick, and his entire head and face were strangled on the fence.

"Zizi...... Ah...... "After such a long time of burning the iron fence, it was already red, and this time it was equivalent to the South Asian people slamming their faces on a red soldering iron, and as a puff of black smoke rose, a scream rang out.

After several battles, Hou Rui, who finally gained the upper hand, was thinking about what to do next, but a figure suddenly appeared in the smoke.

Ding Ye, a person that Hou Rui definitely didn't want to see at this time appeared.

"Don't struggle, you're going to burn. Ding Ye said, first kicked the key on the ground into the fire on the side, and then quickly stepped behind the Nan Ya, stretched out his arms and dragged the Nan Ya to start retreating, little by little Hou Rui was pulled back to the position in front of the iron fence.

This is really the time to play with his life, how could Hou Rui alone win two people in a simple tug-of-war, he could only simply pedal the iron fence with his feet. Don't let yourself get close to this big soldering iron, which is getting redder and redder.

Seeing that the fire in Xiaolou was out of control, and Hou Rui was like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, he couldn't do it quickly, so Ding Ye had no choice but to change his strategy.

Ding Ye's arms were released from the South Asian's armpits, and then he grabbed his neck, and a clean twist broke the neck bone of the South Asian, and then Ding Ye pulled the shackles and chains on the wrists of the dead and confused South Asians, forming a huge iron chain knot, which made Hou Rui unable to pull the shackles back to his side of the fence, which was equivalent to making Hou Rui unable to break free from this burning hell.

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you. There was an iron fence in the middle, and Hou Rui couldn't stop Ding Ye, so he could only yell angrily.

"When you're done baking in a while, I'll come back and eat your heart. Ding Ye smiled, dropped this sentence and turned his head and rushed into the smoke.

The half-meter-long tongue of fire burst out of the windows of the small building one by one, and everyone who successfully escaped from the small building looked at the large flame with palpitations, and the probability of those who were still staying inside being able to escape was getting lower and lower, and even Martin began to signal his subordinates to gather the survivors.

Suddenly, a guy with his upper body on fire rushed out again, and after he ran out of the fire, he threw off the shirt on his head, and then rolled on the spot to extinguish the scattered flames on his body, and finally barely lay up straight and kept coughing.

"What's your name?" asked a gun-wielding guard, leaning over.

"Ding Ye. The guy lying on the ground replied. The gun-wielding guard clicked a few times on the flat terminal and said, "From now on you're Number 18, and that's your name while you're on the island." ”

Ding Ye didn't say anything, but began to look at the small building that was already surrounded by flames with interest.

In the smoke and flames, Hou Rui was already desperate, he frantically pulled the shackles and chains, but only caused serious injuries to his wrists, and even exposed his bones, and he still couldn't break free. When Hou Rui saw that the South Asians on the other side of the iron fence were already like a giant piece of wood, and began to burn violently, Rui suddenly thought of something, he stepped on his left hand under his feet, and then used all his strength to stomp down.

Once, twice, three times, Hou Rui didn't know that it hurt, the skin of his whole body almost seemed to be burning, and the fat in his body seemed to be roasted out by the high temperature, and now he just wanted to live.

After the palm of his left hand was broken and severely deformed, Hou Rui finally broke free from the shackles, he used his right arm to protect his eyes, held his breath and rushed to the flames in front of him......