When the black-faced man slowly collapsed beside me, I gently looked up at the camera in the corner.

It didn't take long for the door of the cell to slowly open, and there was a row of heavily armed soldiers standing outside, along with them the short-haired officer and the beret.

The two of them looked at me with their chests puffed out and a light smile on their faces.

I glanced around at the people around me, and I felt like something was pressing down on my chest, and I couldn't breathe.

When the soldiers outside saw me, they immediately ran in, pointed their guns at me, and motioned for me to put down the dagger in my hand.

I looked up again at the camera in the corner and squinted, knowing that there must be a pair of eyes watching me at the moment.

I threw the dagger down in my hand and walked out with the two soldiers.

The soldiers examined me, as if to see if I was hurt.

He checked and reported to the beret.

The beret nodded at me and smiled, "Good! ”

It was then that I realized that this kind of tragedy happened not only in our cell, but in no less than ten cells.

Because the doors of the cells opposite were also slowly opened, and the scenes of the people inside were also horrible, only one person was still alive, standing or kneeling, and it seemed that they were all injured to a greater or lesser extent.

When they were all taken out, the berets glanced at the few of us, then gave us an order, and we were led to the side by the soldiers.

I wasn't with the group, and I was taken to the side with the other guy.

I glanced at the man and saw that he was also a Southeast Asian with slightly long hair and a cold look in his eyes that seemed to carry hatred.

He, like me, was not hurt at all.

We were taken to a large bathhouse, where the soldier made us stand against the wall, then took a water gun from the ground and threw it at both of us.

It didn't take long for us to be washed clean.

The man turned his head to look at me, his eyes cold and without the slightest emotion.

When I saw his figure at that time, I couldn't help but sigh secretly, although the block is not big, but it is very strong, the subcutaneous fat is very small, and the lines are extraordinarily obvious.

After rushing us, the soldier brought us a towel and threw it at us.

We took towels and wiped them ourselves.

After wiping it off, they gave us a clean set of clothes, the same as the one we wore before.

Then they took us back to our cells.

After a while, someone brought an iron plate to eat, which was very hearty, with beef, chicken, and shrimp, accompanied by vegetables and rice.

After the battle, I was a little hungry, so I lowered my head and ate quickly.

About halfway through the meal, the iron door was pulled open with a clatter, and then two soldiers rushed in, holding rubber sticks in their hands, and without saying a word, they took it on me.

I was knocked to the ground and quickly curled up to minimize the damage.

They beat it up before they stopped.

Then they saw the beret and the short-haired officer walk in, and with them was another officer, yellow-skinned and triangular-eyed, who seemed to be on the same level as the short-haired officer.

The beret said something to him, and he leaned down and said to me, "Do you know why you were beaten?" ”

I saw that he could speak Chinese, and I knew that he must have been brought by Berets to help translate.

I looked at the beret, feigned fear, and shook my head slightly.

He smiled at me and continued, "You are not allowed to stare at the camera like you did in the future, or you will be beaten, is that clear now?" ”

I nodded quickly, pretending to be afraid.

He nodded with satisfaction, then squatted down, picked up the food that had fallen on the ground, put it back on the plate, and said to me, "Eat it." ”

I nodded, quickly got up, grabbed it and stuffed it in my mouth.

They smiled in satisfaction, then got up and walked out.

I looked at their backs, and my eyes suddenly turned cold.

After eating, I had a good night's sleep.

Then I went back to my old days of three meals a day.

Every day, in addition to doing push-ups, squats, and exercising in the house after eating, I will also review the knife skills and kung fu taught me by Han Yi.

After a few days, they began to allow me to go out to let out the wind, but it was only for ten minutes, and every morning soldiers came to take me out and walk around the base.

Sure enough, as I guessed correctly, the prison we were in was underground, and the entrance was next to one of the small buildings.

When I let out the wind, I would observe my surroundings and be alert, and I would have an escape route in my mind.

I was joined by the other winners in the cell that day, and of course the cold, long-haired man, eight of us, who usually came out together.

Every few days, we would be brought out to help carry other supplies such as food and firearms that had been brought in from other places.

Only then will their guards let up on us, and only then will we be allowed to move freely in a small area.

So I thought it was a great opportunity for us to escape, especially when it was time to carry it at night.

However, there are few cases of handling at night, so you need to be patient.

When it comes to this kind of escape, I think it's important to look at the power grid around us to see if there are any breakthroughs, and more importantly, we need tools.

I deliberately approached the grid during the wind that day, but the soldiers poked me with a gun and signaled that I was not allowed to go that way.

At that time, the cold man also looked up at me, as if he knew my intentions, frowned, and shook his head at me gently.

A few days later, while I was still sleeping, the door was opened, and two soldiers rushed in, called me up, and motioned for me to go with them.

I rubbed my eyes, then quickly got up and walked out with them.

They led me up the stairs, and then I saw the light coming through the window, and I knew we were upstairs.

When I reached the end, I opened the door and saw that it was a cafeteria, and at this time the other seven people, including the cold man, were already sitting in it.

The soldiers led me in and sat me down next to them.

I looked at the cold man and nodded at him, and he nodded lightly at me.

Not long after I sat down, we were served breakfast, two slices of bread, an egg and a bottle of milk.

After we had finished eating, a couple of soldiers walked in with a bunch of boots in their hands.

Then they threw their boots in front of us and motioned for us to pick them out.

As soon as we saw it, we quickly reached for the boots, and no one grabbed them and started to look at the shoe size, but found that each boot was a different shoe size.

I usually wear four-three shoes, and when I see that I get four-three and four-five, I can't help but be a little glad that at least one of them fits well, and the other one can still be worn with something on it.

After we had all changed into our boots, the soldier led us outside.

We were all at a loss and didn't know what they were doing.

We were taken straight out of the building, only to see that the open space outside was already full of four helicopters.

We were divided into groups and escorted to different helicopters.

Since I was closest to the cold guy, the two of us were divided into groups and taken to the helicopter.

Before boarding the helicopter, I turned my head to look at the iron cages and found that more than a dozen iron cages were filled with people again.

At that time, I couldn't help but feel a sigh of anger in my heart, similar to their ending.

As soon as we got on the helicopter, the helicopter flew up quickly, and the four helicopters flew in four different directions.

Our helicopter flew up and flew straight into the mountains.

This area seems to be a mountain range, endless, with no end in sight, all green jungles.

The plane flew for a long time, then suddenly flew towards a hill in front of it, and then slowly landed in an open field.

The soldiers in the helicopter pointed their guns at us and motioned for us to get off the plane.

The grim man and I looked at each other, and then jumped off the plane in turn.

When I looked back, I saw that the two soldiers had not followed.

The propeller of the plane accelerated again, and then the fuselage slowly rose up, rose into the air, turned around, flew back, and gradually disappeared from our sight.