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Wang Hengxiao was sent here because Lao Ma attached great importance to Anthony's research before, just as Lao Ma attached great importance to Hill. After being sent here, Elena didn't care anymore, the situation in the United States at this time was so turbulent, naturally no one would pay attention, and maybe even a few people knew that Wang Hengxiao had been arrested.

However, at this time, he could not do anything after knowing the Tao, so he could only be temporarily imprisoned.

When Chris came here, he received a special order to take a good look at a young prisoner named Wang Hengxiao, a prisoner from China who had just been imprisoned, and after being sent to the New York prison, he would be personally supervised.

In Chris's opinion, this is an incredible task to get the army to take care of the prison?

But after hearing that Wang Hengxiao was related to Niger in Africa, Chris immediately agreed, and they were originally stationed in a port outside New York.

A dozen of the nearest prisoners to the ground were escorted out, and it was instinct for heavily armed soldiers to be on the lookout, though they didn't believe what these old-looking prisoners could do under their noses.

Indeed, Chris felt that these people were weak and old.

A dozen men, all with gray hair and untrimmed for a long time, purely on their shoulders, dressed in tattered prison uniforms, with shackles and shackles on their wrists and ankles, walked with a clanging sound.

As if back in ancient times when escorting prisoners, Chris frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "These people seem to be dying at any time, if they die on my warship, I will not be responsible." ”

Anthony, who had been standing aside, said lightly: "Actually, General Chris, when I took over this place ten years ago, they were like this, some people say that they have been imprisoned in this prison for at least fifty years, and the longest is that this prison was incarcerated when it was just built." ”

100 Years ???

Chris knows that the prison is 100 years old. It was converted from the manor house of an English nobleman, and it is said that it was called a forbidden land at the time.

"A hundred years?"

Chris smiled and shook his head, "I won't believe it, no one will." ”

Anthony shrugged. In fact, he himself was very skeptical of this statement, but the following circumstances made him have to believe that it might be true.

The first dozen or so prisoners had just come out, and they all couldn't stand the harsh sunlight, and since they were imprisoned, they had been underground, and their skin was as pale as paper.

The two in front fainted directly.

These people's faces are not clear, but judging by the color of their skin, they all seem to be white, and it is impossible to tell who these people are without the influence of long periods of lack of light.

"Name, age, crime!"

Several soldiers are registering everyone's information. Because of this information, Anthony didn't have it, when he took over the place. It's a blank slate, because no one pays attention to it for a long time, so it's thrown to him to study the potential of the human body.

For ten years, Anthony had some research results, but only he and Holmansky knew what kind of secrets these people had.

They always wanted to replicate it, but they couldn't succeed.

The reason why Elena agreed to hand over Wang Hengxiao to them was because they promised that their research might make a breakthrough in Wang Hengxiao, and maybe they could save Hill when the time came.

Not believing it though. But Elena still handed over Wang Hengxiao to them with a glimmer of hope, hoping to save her master Hill.

Right now!

Wang Hengxiao has just arrived, and he is about to transfer, and it is obvious that the top level of the United States is paying close attention to this person, and no one can relax their attention on him, Anthony said. Their plan is estimated to be impossible to implement. …,

One by one, the ragged and unkempt prisoners came out from below, all wearing shackles and leg irons, and slowly, the lower the prisoners, the more depressed their mental condition became, but they did not show discomfort with the outside sun.

It's the last time!

Recording the names, Chris said that these are basically Asians, mostly Chinese and Japanese, but also Indians, but also indigenous to South and North America.

There were no people present who were familiar with the history of Asia, the martial arts world, and even the truth about the changes in war, otherwise, the names of some people would definitely shock them.

Tokugawa Keno, Japan!

Muhammad Gandhi, India!!

Li Shucheng, China!

Guo Fei, China!

……………………………………

At this time, the more than 40 people who came out were separated and guarded to the side, waiting for all of them to come out, and then escorted to the warship together.

More than forty people were silent, no one spoke, no one spoke to each other, and most of them closed their eyes and recuperated.

At the end of the day are four metal cages.

The first one was dressed in black, sitting in a cage without moving, but it was a strange old man with a silver white board, his eyes closed, even if he moved the iron cage, he did not wake up.

"What is the name, where is the person, what crime has been committed."

The old man slowly opened his eyes, looked up at the sun, and said lightly: "Old man, I can still see the sun in my lifetime, hehe......"

It was spoken in the Central Plains dialect of China, and the soldier who recorded it did not understand it and was about to ask.

The old man glanced at it, his lips trembled a little, and he said in a deep voice: "Yang Dingtian, I am Chinese. ”

The soldier understood this sentence and immediately wrote down that Yang Dingtian was from China, and the crime was written as espionage. No one cares about that anyway.

In the second cage, there was a long-haired old man in a robe, the silver white of his shawl, like a touch of silver light, and his wrinkled face was full of fortitude.

"Hattoriga, Japanese!"

The old man said lightly, speaking authentic Chinese, his eyes swept around, and glanced at Yang Dingtian next to him, as well as the other two cages next to him, as well as the prisoners who were controlled by the army not far away.

The soldier wrote it down and didn't ask again, because he felt palpitations in the face of the silver-haired old man, and immediately looked at the third cage, which was the last few prisoners, and he was ready to set off after recording, and he was in a hurry to complete the task.

"Patna Gandhi! Indian! ”

In the third cage is an old man who looks like dry wood, with skin clinging to his bones, and he feels scared when he looks at it, like a mummy in a movie.

The recording soldier didn't dare to speak, so he hurriedly wrote it down and looked at the fourth cage, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, this cage finally had a normal person.

"Wang Hengxiao, Chinese!"

Wang Hengxiao didn't wait for the soldiers to ask, and then said his name and nationality.

At the same time, the people around cast surprised glances, especially Yang Dingtian, Hattoriga, and Paterna in the other three cages.

Obviously, none of them had an impression of Wang Hengxiao.

However, is it a simple person who can enjoy such treatment???

They all just looked at Wang Hengxiao, and then they all closed their eyes and recuperated, as if they were preparing something.

"Alright, General, it's all recorded, and it's time to go."

The soldier reports to Chris.

Chris nodded, picked up a worn-out book he had just found in a room in the prison and was looking through it, which seemed to be the diary of the first prison warden, glanced at Wang Hengxiao deeply, and said in a deep voice: "All escorted to the warship, we will leave for New York." ”

There were a lot of Russian and Arabic in this journal, and Chris couldn't read it, so he had to close it and take it back to find time to look at it again. …,

Anthony and Holmansky and other researchers also left, but they were on a different ship to see if they could join other institutes to do new research, and if they couldn't, they would be fired.

Boom...... Boom......

A group of prisoners got on the steel battleship, and the prisoners who stepped on the battleship all looked around curiously, and some even squatted down and carefully stroked the deck of the battleship, all showing incredible looks.

Wang Hengxiao and the four of them still didn't come out of the cage, which was Anthony's most embarrassing request, and Chris agreed. Anthony demanded that the bottom four people must be transported in cages to avoid accidents.

At this time, a group of soldiers carried the cages onto the ship, all complaining.

"Is it necessary to transport prisoners in cages on our territory? This was the practice of the Middle Ages. ”

Some of the soldiers complained that they were confident that no one on their ships could resist their dominance, and that this was their territory.

"Young man, you are only sixteen years old this year, but you have stepped into such a realm, proficient in various internal methods, and innovative, and you have really educated people for a hundred years and created a generation of geniuses!"

Yang Dingtian suddenly said a word to Wang Hengxiao at this time, with undisguised appreciation in his eyes.

can see at a glance Wang Hengxiao's age, as well as the realm of qi and blood in his body, he can be described as a real expert, and the realm is no worse than Wang Hengxiao.

Wang Hengxiao was a little curious, the people here are not simple, and some understand the origin of the name of the God's Prison, but why does the United States let it go?

Moreover, the names of these people, he really almost never heard them, maybe the people of that era knew the Tao.

"Who are the seniors?"

Wang Hengxiao asked curiously.

"You may not know my name, but you may know my father's name."

Yang Dingtian looked at the cannons on the deck and the busy sailors, as well as the surrounding warships, and said lightly: "Back then, these people relied on strong ships and guns to attack Beijing, I was almost killed by the opponent's foreign guns when I participated in the war, they caught me and wanted to learn my Han martial arts, I would rather die than give in, so they imprisoned me here." ”

"Father, Yang Luchan!"

Wang Hengxiao was suddenly shaken, his qi and blood were almost stagnant, and his breath was short.

Mythical grandmaster, descendant of Yang Luchan, the ancestor of Taijiquan? And it's a direct son????

Wang Hengxiao's eyes widened, looking at Yang Dingtian, he felt that the other party's qi and blood and breath were at least above a hundred years old, but he didn't expect it to be far beyond his expectations.

This is the son of Yang Luchan, so what about the others?? (To be continued......)