Chapter 412: Killing Opportunities Everywhere

Darkness, not a single bit of fire in the endless darkness.

But there was a hellish howl all around.

In this absolute darkness, the human will and the five senses will be quickly worn out.

Bang-A long walkway suddenly turned on with the lights on. The sudden light fiercely stimulated the eyes that had long been accustomed to darkness, and Qin Jun, who was lying on the ground in an isolated room, reflexively shrank his body.

A young soldier of the Special Ninth Bureau pushes a stainless steel food cart and throws hard steamed buns and small bottles of pure water into each cage for felons. The young warrior seemed to have just arrived, and his movements seemed a little jerky and clumsy.

When he came to the door of the room where Qin Jun was being held, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Then he carefully put Qin Jun's portion of the food that he used to survive every day.

The young soldier knocked on the iron door and whispered: "Major Qin, eat something, your body is the capital of the revolution, and we all believe that you are innocent." ”

Inside the iron door, a black figure lay motionless on a bed made of stainless steel plates, without any reaction.

The young warrior couldn't bear to frown, it was locked inside, but he was the first idol to worship after entering the special nine innings. But he didn't expect that the first time he had close contact with the object of his worship would be in such a place.

"Major Qin, you have to cheer up, something happened outside" The young soldier turned his head to look at the monitoring probe behind him, and shook his head without saying anything. Since the No. 2 director's special plane was shot down ten days ago, the special ninth bureau has been calm on the surface, but secretly it has become a pot of porridge.

Call!

The soldier delivering the meal had just finished delivering the last of his food when a door at the end of the aisle automatically rose, revealing an officer in his mid-thirties with a sharp-beaked monkey cheek.

"Yo! This is not Qin Jun of the overseas elite group, Major Qin! Every time I see you, it's at the commendation meeting of the Ninth Bureau, and I didn't expect to see you in this place. The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked officer stopped in the room where Qin Jun was being held and sneered sarcastically.

The soldier who delivered the meal recognized the officer as the small leader who was responsible for the day-to-day management of the Repeat Offenders Control Facility. He is also his direct leader. So he stood stiffly in place and gave a military salute to the other party.

"You, go out first after delivering the meal." After the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked officer sent the other party away, he stood still and coughed lightly.

Suddenly, all the surveillance cameras turned in other directions.

A sinister smile immediately appeared on the officer's face, and he sneered and said, "Qin Jun." Although I admire you on weekdays, it's a pity that you offended people who shouldn't be offended. Instead of slowly being tortured to death by time here, why don't you give me a favor? Don't worry, I won't let you die too painfully. The three combat elites of the Crimson Terror Force should be able to give you a good time. ”

The Crimson Terrorist Forces is an internationally renowned terrorist organization known for its cruelty. Their members were happy to divide the country and torture and kill the people. These extremely vicious terrorists are naturally the targets of the Ninth Bureau's crackdown. According to rumors, most of the members of this terrorist force were abducted from childhood, and when they were children, they were thrown into a difficult war environment to grow up, the weak were eliminated by death, and only the strong who survived were left behind.

Qin Jun's eyes were blank, and he didn't pay attention to the other party.

As soon as the words fell, the wall corresponding to the iron door in Qin Jun's room suddenly opened slowly, and behind the iron wall was an empty and closed rotunda.

Knock knock. After a sound of footsteps, three prisoners wearing shorts and vests like Qin Jun walked out of the hall, grabbed Qin Jun's feet, dragged him out of the room, and threw him into the middle of the hall.

"Let's go!" As the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked officer snapped, the three felons flashed murderous intent in their eyes at the same time and pounced on Qin Jun.

Qin Jun's originally dull gaze suddenly flashed with a gleam, only to see a carp he called turned over and stood up from the ground, kicked his right foot the ground, and the whole person flew up in the air and swept above the three prisoners.

The prisoners on the left and right stopped at the same time, facing the middle, and crossed their arms. The prisoner in the middle jumped up and stood on the arms of the two, and the two prisoners threw him up forcefully, and they rushed towards Qin Jun like a cannonball.

Qin Jun had no choice but to swing his fierce fist to meet it.

"Click!"

A crisp bone cracking sound sounded, and Qin Jun and the prisoner flew back to the ground at the same time. Qin Jun shook his right arm, and there was no discomfort except for some pain. The other party hung down unnaturally with his whole hand, which should have been a broken arm bone.

"Maniac!"

This was Qin Jun's evaluation of him, because there was no painful expression on the prisoner's face, as if this hand did not belong to him at all.

In fact, Qin Jun was not wrong at all, if he was locked up in this place for a long time, he would either become a complete madman, or he would commit suicide in endless despair.

At the same time that Qin Jun had just landed, the other two prisoners also attacked him at the same time.

Qin Jun flashed slightly sideways, interspersed between the two. It's too fast, even if he hasn't eaten a full meal for more than ten days, Qin Jun's speed is still very terrifying.

The two prisoners could only see a faint afterimage. Just stunned, Qin Jun had already run to the prisoner whose arm was broken by him.

The prisoner was startled at first, and then reflexively lifted his foot and kicked at Qin Jun with one leg. Qin Jun didn't dodge or dodge, and bent his knee and kicked the opponent's calf first.

"Click!"

There was another crisp bone cracking sound, and the lower leg bone of the prisoner with the broken arm was kicked hard by Qin Jun. And Qin Jun was also shocked by the anti-shock force from the other party's legs and took a few steps back, and the roots of his feet were numb.

The other two prisoners hurriedly pounced and scuffled with Qin Jun.

The prisoner with a broken hand and leg also completely ignored his injuries, he pursed his lips, two crazy lights burst out from his eyes, and then he jumped towards Qin Jun with one foot.

"What a madman."

Qin Jun twitched the corner of his eye, if he said that a hand was broken, he could understand the pain, but after breaking a leg and a kick, he could still fight on one leg, it was the first time he had heard of it.

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked officer had long been hiding alone in a room, watching the action in the rotunda with excitement on his face thanks to the real-time monitoring on the screen.

Call!

One of the two prisoners who caught up with him swung a fist and slammed it over, and Qin Jun's head flashed sideways. The other person kicked at the same time, Qin Jun couldn't dodge, and could only block with his hand.

After a muffled sound, Qin Jun couldn't help but staggered back a few steps, and the blood qi in his body surged. If it weren't for the warm current in his body to support him, it is estimated that he would have broken his arm this time.

The other party is so strong. Qin Jun had to re-examine the combat effectiveness of these three people.

"Oh. By the way, I forgot to sue you. The latest group of elite warriors cultivated by the Crimson Organization are not only far superior to ordinary people in terms of body and strength, but they are all artificially killed by the pain nerves. Therefore, the three people in front of you don't feel pain. In the rotunda, the voice of an officer with a sharp beak and monkey's cheeks suddenly sounded.