When I woke up again, I was back in the same small cell I had been in.

I got up and touched the back of my head, and I still felt a faint ache.

Just then, the door opened slowly, and a soldier walked in and brought me a plate of food.

I haven't had a good meal in the past two days, and when I saw the food on the plate, I immediately had an appetite, so I rushed up and ate it clean.

When I was full, I went back to bed and went to bed, and I was really tired from the past two days.

At first, I was worried about what happened to the cold man, and wondered why they didn't beat me when they caught me.

But because I was so tired, I fell asleep thinking about it.

I don't know how long later, the door outside was suddenly opened with a bang, and then several soldiers came in, kicked me twice, and kicked me up.

I quickly got up, and saw two soldiers walk in, one of whom threw a suit of clothes on the bed with a suit in his hand, and motioned for me to put it on.

I gestured at him and asked him if I could take a shower.

I haven't taken a shower in the past few days, and I'm all rancid.

He didn't know if he didn't understand me, or if he wouldn't let me wash at all, and kicked me to put my clothes on.

I had no choice but to take off my old clothes and pick up those clothes and change them on.

The quality of the clothes they gave me this time was much better and normal, normal jeans and short sleeves, and a denim jacket, which you fuck me and dressed me like a cowboy.

After I changed my clothes, another soldier suddenly pulled out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffed me, and led me out.

As soon as we came out of the building, there was a jeep waiting outside.

Two men in civilian clothes in front of the jeep rushed up to me when they saw me, took me into the car, and sat down beside me, one left and one right.

The car drove directly to the gate of the base.

As I walked out, I turned my head to look at the men in the cages, who were almost dead by this time, and only one or two could still sit on the ground.

I felt extremely depressed at that time, and I still remember the scene I experienced some time ago.

I don't know how cruel it takes to do such a thing.

It wasn't until the car drove out of base that they disappeared from my sight.

The car left the base and walked along the mountain road.

There was only one way down the mountain, apparently built by themselves, and all the vehicles going to and from the base.

So that day, even if the cold man and I broke through the iron net and waited on the road, it would only be their people who waited.

It was obviously far from the mountains, and we drove for a long time before we could see the flat land.

After coming down from the mountain, a long road through the wasteland led directly into a village, out of which we continued on our way, and it took us a long time to see the city.

We didn't go into town, but took a detour from the ring road to the airport.

When I arrived at the airport gate, the jeep stopped, and the two people on my left and right took me out of the car, and carried me directly to the plane.

I was a little surprised because they took me straight through the special passage.

As soon as we entered the airport, we saw that a large civil airplane had already parked in the airport, and they took me directly to the plane.

When I got on the plane, I noticed that it was full of people dressed like me.

I was stunned when I saw them, and I realized that I wasn't the only one on the plane.

According to their usual rules of conduct, I instantly guessed that these people may have suffered the same treatment, perhaps first through starvation, then group fighting, plus banishment in the wild, and several rounds of brutal elimination of those who survived.

So I can't help but feel a little intimate when I see them, because everyone is in the same situation.

I raised my head and looked desperately, looking for the figure of the cold man.

But unfortunately he was not found.

My escort kicked me in and motioned for me to go inside, allowing me to sit down in the empty seats in the last row, but they both sat on either side of me.

I realized that not all the people in this cabin were just like me, and there were also people who escorted them.

Not long after we sat down, the plane took off.

I looked out the window and sighed, not knowing where I was going to take us this time.

But I know that I am getting farther and farther away from going home, farther and farther away from my brothers, and farther and farther away from Song Yao, who I miss in my heart.

The plane flew for a long time, so long that I fell asleep on the plane, and when I woke up, I still didn't reach my destination.

When the plane arrived, we were taken out of the plane.

When I got outside, I couldn't help but be stunned when I saw the sun overhead.

It was noon when we got on the plane just now, and now we have been flying for more than ten hours, so why is it still noon.

I thought about it for a moment, and then it dawned on me that we might already be in the Western Hemisphere.

When we were taken outside the airport and saw the huge billboard outside that said "Mexicanos", I knew we were in Mexico.

"Mexicanos" is in Spanish, I forgot where I read it, the last word in the Spanish translation of the United Mexican States is it.

Out of the venue, we were taken to a bus.

After getting on the bus, there were still people looking at us with guns and giving us a bread and a bottle of mineral water.

We were all hungry and couldn't wait to eat the bread when we got it.

As I ate, I looked at the people around me, and it seemed that they were just like me, not knowing where they were going to go.

The bus ended up at a port and we were driven off.

There was already a small passenger ship parked in the port, and we were rushed straight onto the passenger ship.

Once we got on the boat, we were herded into the large cabin inside, and they let us sit directly on the ground.

Two men with rifles stood guard at the door, staring at us.

After sitting for a while, the boat started, and some of us got seasick, and the boat just started and got dizzy.

I also felt a little seasick at the time, leaning on the cabin without speaking, and it was very uncomfortable with my eyes closed.

I don't care where they took us, they've been tossing for so long anyway, let them toss it.

Suddenly, two of us in Southeast Asia stood up and said something, as if we wanted to go out to the bathroom.

The two men at the door glanced at them, and one of them waved at his face and led them to the back.

I noticed that the two men were obviously giving each other a look when they got up.

Not long after the two of them followed the man with the gun, they immediately heard a gunshot outside, and everyone immediately sat up straight.

The man at the door shouted something into the cabin, and then ran quickly to the side of the ship with a gun.

The people in our bed compartment suddenly boiled, and they all seemed to guess that the two of them must have done something outside.

They exchanged a few words with each other, and then ran out of the cabin.

I ran out with them.

There were more than a dozen of us in all, and when we rushed to the side of the boat, we were immediately stopped by several soldiers with guns, who shouted at us and told us to retreat.

The first few people at the forefront immediately began to retreat, and the people behind us also hurriedly retreated.

I looked out into the sea as I stepped back, and saw a large pool of blood with a corpse floating on it, while the other man was struggling to swim backwards in the opposite direction of the boat.

But before he could swim too far, a terrible gunshot rang out, and his body turned away, and then he was silent, and the blood was spread on the surface of the sea.

I glanced up at the top of the ship and knew there must be snipers on it, so the consequence of abandoning the ship and fleeing was death.

At this moment, the person in front of him retreated and suddenly did not move, and the crowd suddenly became agitated.

I quickly looked up, and saw that the tall man at the front of the crowd had somehow grabbed the gun of the man at the front, and killed the two soldiers in front of him with a few shots, and then a group of people rushed up quickly, knocked the other two soldiers to the ground, and then grabbed the weapon, and then ran towards the stern of the boat.

When I saw it, I knew it was an opportunity, so I quickly rushed forward.