The soldier didn't say a word, put down his plate and left.

I was amazed at the daggers on the plate and wondered what they meant.

I picked up the dagger and looked at it, and found that the blade was not long, less than ten centimeters, but it was very sharp, and there was a blood groove on the knife.

Because the blade is too short, it is more difficult to kill people with this kind of knife, unless it stabs in the vital part, otherwise it can only injure or maim people.

I didn't think too much about it, I just picked up the iron plate on the ground and ate all the food inside.

After eating, I drank all the water in the cup, and then ran to the bed to continue to close my eyes and recuperate.

I had a hunch that my days were coming to an end, and that I might have to go through a hard time.

After a while, the door was opened again, and two soldiers with guns walked in from outside, shouting at me, as if to get me up.

I quickly got up from the bed.

They tilted their heads and motioned for me to go out.

I looked down at my feet, I didn't have anything on, I raised my feet at them, they ignored them, and dragged me angrily and told me to go out.

I had to turn around and walk with them barefoot.

When I got out of my cell, I found that it wasn't just me, it was like a prison, with two neat rows of cells on both sides, adding up to dozens.

In the middle was a large open space, the roof was airtight, and the lights were blazing white.

There was a faint smell of moisture and earth in the air, and I guessed it was underground.

I was not the only one who was brought out, but the rest of the cell, dressed exactly like me, barefoot and holding a small dagger in their hands.

As soon as I saw them holding daggers, I remembered my dagger and realized that I had forgotten to take it, and I turned around and wanted to go back to get it.

But as soon as I turned my head, the soldiers behind me pushed me angrily and motioned for me to follow the crowd forward.

I spread my hands and signaled that I didn't have a dagger in my hand and wanted to go back and get it.

They didn't look at me, they pushed me hard, and one of them raised his gun at me.

I cursed, then turned and walked forward.

I had a sense of foreboding, although the little dagger didn't play a big role, but everyone had me and I didn't, so I was very insecure.

The others were just as dazed as I was, and didn't seem to know where they were being taken.

As we walked forward, I found that it was very large down here, and when we walked from the side to the end, and a few steps down, there was an open space about the same size as before, and there were cells on both sides, but the cells here were much larger than the ones above, and they were several rooms larger.

We were taken to the front of one of the cells and stopped, and then the soldiers next to us took guns and told us to go inside the large cell.

When we were all inside, the soldiers lined up not far in front of the cell door, standing with their guns in hand.

We all looked at each other, and I noticed that there were not only Southeast Asians, but also some Westerners, but there were very few of them.

Some of them were from the same place, whispering something with a bit of panic in their tones.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of thumping footsteps in the empty hallway.

After a while, I saw two officers approaching, the same beret and short-haired officer I had seen on the day I arrived.

The beret looked at us and said something to the short-haired officer, and then the short-haired officer came up, stomped his foot, stood up, yelled at us, and then said something in English that I didn't understand the fuck, and scolded him secretly.

After he finished speaking, several foreigners next to him said something to each other, then nodded, looked around with a calm face, and looked around with some hostility.

After the short-haired officer finished speaking, he said something in Thai a few times, and I didn't understand it even more.

After he finished speaking, he changed to another language that I didn't understand, and the people around him suddenly rioted after listening to it for some reason, and some of them still had a hint of panic in their expressions, and there was a hint of panic in their words.

The short-haired officer shouted at them to be quiet, and the people behind immediately raised their guns and pointed them at us, and the people slowly fell silent.

I realized at the time that he was obviously translating one language at a time, so I put my heart down and waited quietly for him to speak Chinese.

But when he finished speaking the fourth language, he suddenly stopped, turned back to the beret and reported something.

I was instantly anxious when I saw it, what the hell are you, why don't you speak Chinese.

I quickly raised my hand and shouted a few loudly.

The beret and short-haired officer immediately turned to look at me, displeased.

The short-haired officer pulled out his gun and walked over to me with an angry look on his face.

I was suddenly a little nervous, and hurriedly rushed to him: "IamChinese, canyouspeakChinese?" ”

The short-haired officer was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the beret officer, and the beret nodded at me, and said very incoherently: "Among you, only one of you can come out alive." ”

Saying that, he nodded and said, "Yours, understand?" ”

I looked at him blankly, then turned my head to look at the people around me, only to see that they were all panicked at this time, and a few people had changed to a fierce look at the people around them at this time.

The beret reached out to the short-haired officer.

The short-haired officer immediately called out to a few soldiers behind, and they rushed up, pushed us back, and then pressed the outside button, and the huge iron door above the door suddenly fell slowly.

The light inside the room was getting darker and darker, and all of us inside suddenly panicked.

By the time the iron doors were all down, it was pitch black inside.

But soon there was a snap, and the lights in the room turned on instantly, and everyone was in a panic again, looking at the people around them, with a frightened face, and a little overwhelmed with the knife in their hands.

When the lights went out just now, I quietly ran to the corner of the wall, so that if there was a fight, I wouldn't have to be attacked on my back.

I leaned against the wall and took a cursory glance to see that there were at least twenty people in the room.

At first, everyone looked at each other, and some people seemed to be trying to persuade each other.

But at this time, I found that the five foreigners just now had come together and occupied another corner, and the four of them looked at the people around them fiercely, and then the person in front of him moved suddenly, hooked the neck of the person in front of him, and the knife in his hand was plunged into the neck of the person, and suddenly blood splashed, and the person's eyes widened, his body twitched a few times, and he fell to the ground before he could make a sound.

However, this scene was still seen by most people.

This is like a spark in the pile of explosives, which instantly ignited the audience, the crowd suddenly exploded, many people screamed in panic, and many people stabbed with knives, and other people immediately stabbed back, and the scene suddenly fell into a very chaotic state.

I didn't have a dagger in my hand, so I had to huddle tightly in the corner, careful not to be affected.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I felt very cruel, my eyes were boundless blood red, and everyone almost became bloody.

Because the dagger they gave was a short dagger, it would not kill people immediately if they were pierced in the armpit and lower abdomen, unless they were stabbed in the heart or neck, or they could only slowly lose too much blood and die.

This is also the most cruel part of this organization, it is better to issue a long knife to one person, even if he dies, he can die happily.

I was struggling to hit the ground with my feet, wishing I could sink into the wall.

I dodged while pushing the person in front of me with my hand.

Even so, my hands were covered in blood by this time.

When I pushed the man in front of me again, he followed the force of my push and plunged the dagger into the chest of the man in front of me.

But when he pulled it out, he immediately turned his head to look at me.

At this time, his face was covered with blood, and he could only see two white trance-like eyes.

I was startled and kept waving my hands, signaling him not to come at me.

He didn't speak, he jerked the knife in his hand, roared, and lunged at me with a hideous face.