Someone once said that in this world, the so-called king of killers in legends is nonsense, and the most powerful killer is always nameless and nameless, leaving no trace, and when you need it, he will naturally appear in front of you.

Most of these killers come from two places, one is the most elite special forces of each team, and the other is those who are lucky enough to come out of the most legendary felons in the world.

And where is this legendary prison? Nobody knows.

South Pole!

The most mysterious, terrifying, and least known prison in the world is here.

This is a devil's continent shrouded in white ice and snow.

This unknown prison was not built by a single country, nor by a few countries, but was created by a resolution adopted by the United Nations 20 years ago, which combined the most advanced technology of all the prison systems of more than 100 member countries of the United Nations.

Compared to this prison, even the most horrific prison in various countries is basically a joke.

This is a real tomb of the living dead.

No matter who you are, as long as you go to this prison, then you can only wait here to die.

The Tomb of the Living Dead is equipped with the most advanced and advanced monitoring system, and the guards are the most powerful and ruthless special forces, this Tomb of the Living Dead is simply more terrifying than hell.

In this nameless death row prison, everyone who is qualified to come in is the most perverted, cold-blooded, and terrifying guy in the world, and inside the prison, no matter the origin, age, or background of these death row inmates, there is only one rule, that is, those who kill more people are respected by the strong.

Of course, there are two types of death row inmates held here.

The prison is divided into two parts, the next part is all kinds of vicious murderers, and the upper part is the richest and most powerful person in the world.

For those murderers, this is hell, and for those big people, this is actually a place to retire, and of course, the only thing they lose is their freedom.

And being imprisoned in the tomb of the living dead is absolutely impossible to get out, even if there are people who have gone out, it can only be a few of the big people in the previous part.

Of course, this is only on the surface, in fact, there are still people who can get out.

And even if they are such big people, no matter how prominent and rich they were when they were outside, for them who walked out of here, the most prominent and most worthy of showing off was actually to enter this tomb of the living dead.

This prison is not on the sea, not on the ground, but underground.

The whole prison is like a boxy pit dug out of the ground, with a length and width of one kilometer, like a big box made of alloy steel, and the whole prison is divided into two with special steel plates from the middle, and the ground is made of a dome made of a special transparent material that is as strong as bulletproof glass, and the lighting effect is very good.

The prisoners who can enjoy the extremely rare sunbathing in Antarctica can of course only be those who used to be bigwigs, and they can even have drinking parties, balls, and all kinds of the most expensive ingredients, which are often frequent guests at their tables.

And those death row inmates at the bottom are not so happy.

At this time, it was lunchtime, and in the 2,000-square-meter dining area, more than 300 death row inmates wearing prison uniforms and marked with prison numbers were eating quietly.

The prison food in the Tomb of the Living Dead is actually very good, at least the nutritional mix is very reasonable, these death row inmates are of different ages, and there is only a kind of numbness and indifference on everyone's face.

Years of detention have made them lose their vitality, but for their horror, you only need to look at the heavily armed and ready special forces around the restaurant to know.

These soldiers are not carrying electric batons, but loaded standard weapons.

More than three hundred death row inmates were eating silently, and at this moment, a dull metal crash sounded, and the death row inmates who were eating raised their heads at the same time, and then looked in the direction where the sound came from.

At this time, the numbness in their eyes changed.

Some people are jealous, some people are even afraid, and some people are faintly fanatical.

Who deserves the fear and worship of these heinous death row inmates?

In the direction that the death row prisoner looked at was an alloy gate, which was comparable to a bank vault, slowly opened, and the first to retreat and walk in were two special soldiers whose bodies were shrouded in special protective clothing.

The two tall special forces stared at the pale, thin, long-haired young man in front of them as if they were facing a great enemy, and even the electromagnetic control lever in his hand was so nervous that he was holding a cold sweat.

The other end of this electromagnetic control lever is attached to the neck of this thin young man, and there are four in all.

The four special forces cautiously moved in with the prisoner, and then behind them were actually twenty guards lined up in four rows, armed to the teeth, and loaded with guns.

The young prisoner in the middle was a young man with messy black hair, and although his face was pale, he could still tell that he was yellow-skinned.

He didn't look like a death row inmate at all, but like a student.

But the atmosphere of the whole cafeteria was made extremely tense and solemn by this student-like prisoner.

The long-haired young man didn't seem to care about the guards and those death row inmates in front of him, and actually turned his head to look around with some difficulty, and then grinned.

A mouthful of neat snow-white teeth, like a ray of sunshine, burned the eyes of all death row inmates.

"Brothers, I'm leaving!"

A fluttering word was like a bomb exploding, shattering the awe and adoration in the eyes of all death row inmates, and replacing them with incomparable shock and horror.

For these death row prisoners living at the bottom, no one has ever been able to go out of the grave of the living dead.

What kind of existence this young master is, the death row inmates all know, and in this tomb of the living dead, this young man who came in at the age of eighteen only took five months from the beginning of coming in and being bullied to becoming an existence that everyone dared not provoke.

He is a legend, no matter how vicious the death row inmates, no matter what heinous crimes they commit outside, but in front of this young master, they must maintain respect.

How long has he been in?

Three years?

The origin of this young master is a secret, and no one knows who he is, but now, he is actually going out.

And just before that, this young man had just been locked up in solitary confinement for three months for beating a guard.

On the ground outside the prison, in the biting wind of minus 50 degrees, ten heavy helicopters stopped at high altitude like the legendary devil from hell, forming an encirclement, all the helicopter hatches were open, and under the hatches on both sides of the helicopter, a heavy airborne cannon was erected, a bald man with a height of two meters and wearing a black uniform stood in the cabin in the wind of minus 50 degrees, indifferent, and held the trigger button of the cannon in his hand murderously. With complicated eyes, he stared at the building below the ground.

On the ground, on top of ten large snow-tracked armored vehicles, each armored vehicle stood ten big men in uniform who were also wearing uniforms, holding heavy weapons of the same standard, and their heavy breathing could even make the wind retreat.

On the flat snowfield behind the armored car, 500 bald men in black uniforms lined up in a neat phalanx, and they also held uniform standard weapons in their hands.

A Gatling six-barreled heavy machine gun looked extremely domineering and fierce, with a length of twelve centimeters, and the yellow bullets shone with the light of death.

The gazes of all the big men were extremely complicated, and even contained a little horror.

All the guards of the entire tomb of the living dead are sending off a person in this way.

The person they are going to send off today, no matter how unknown he is outside, but in this prison, there are too many legends.

All the prison rules that can be violated have been violated by him, and if he is replaced by another death row inmate, even if he violates one of them, his fate will be one word - death!

But this young master is a legend, a myth.

An unprecedented myth of the tomb of the living dead.

In the dining room, with the slow footsteps of the young man, I don't know who took the lead, and began to beat rhythmically on the dining table with the plastic tableware in his hand, and then three hundred death row inmates silently beat along with the rhythm at the same time.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

It's a form of farewell in prison, a supreme courtesy.

A terrible alarm sounded, and the entire prison was like a great enemy.

Originally, these death row inmates should have stopped their movements at this time, but these death row inmates were still beating, and all the emotions in their eyes turned into a kind of fanaticism, as if the people who went out were the same as them.

Because they all know what a terrible thing it is to be able to get out.

It's not a surprise, it's a horror.

Solitary confinement, darkness, not even conversation, at all times, except for some noise, there is complete silence, this kind of life is a happy thing compared to death.

And now, someone can go out, which makes everyone have a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

When the long-haired young man walked to the other door, he turned his head with some difficulty, then glanced at everyone, and said quietly: "One day, I will come back again!" ”

His words completely ignited a certain emotion in the hearts of all the death row inmates, but the strange thing is that these death row inmates did not riot, but stopped their movements at the same time.

One of the gray-haired old white men slowly stood up, and it was clear that among these death row inmates, this old white man had absolute authority second only to this young man.

The old man stared at the long-haired young man, and then slowly fell to one knee on the ground: "We are waiting for you, respectful ...... His Highness the Blood Dragon. ”

Somewhere in the upper echelons of the prison, on a sofa in the corner of a room that was incomparably luxuriously furnished and exuded a noble atmosphere, sat a woman with a calm expression, both in terms of appearance, figure and temperament, this is a beauty that can be called the best, full breasts, slender legs, long hair shawl, and star-bright eyes, silently staring at the transparent vault overhead.

The beauty's face was a little cold, but the expression in her eyes was very complicated, it seemed to be a little sarcastic, but more than that, it was proud, and there was a faint longing.

"What if I can't get out? Just go out and you can taste the gift I have prepared for you. As soon as the blood dragon comes out, who will compete? ”

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