The huge sound almost overturned the roof, this is the dismount, I don't know if it was to deter the sword king in that group of people, or deliberately let Lin Song and them listen, anyway, the sound was like a bell, which shook Lin Song's ears and buzzed.

The Sword King is the former captain of the Sword Squad, Lin Song and they are naturally familiar with it, but looking at these people, it seems that they are either wanted criminals or bigwigs in the underworld, and none of them look even a little like the Sword King.

So it's very easy to identify the end, these people have serious tattoos one by one, either dragon and tiger tattoos, or ghosts and demons crawling all over the surface skin, and they are inherently unreliable.

"If you dare to lie to me, do you know what the fate will be?"

The voice on the loudspeaker suddenly became gloomy, as if mixed with a sinister conspiracy.

"There is no Sword King, there is really no Sword King."

Zhang Feiyu tried his best to make his voice more in line with the appearance of the seriously injured, and tried his best to play his role well.

"Well, good, it seems that you are very honest, so come on."

"Huh?"

Lin Song and Zhang Feiyu were both surprised, what do you mean?

Why should they come, and the voice inside the horn has become a little gentle, not as rude as it was at the beginning.

No matter what the other party asks, all Lin Song can do is obey, after all, now in other people's acres and three-points of land, you are a dragon, and you have to coil it.

At this time, the designated people turned around spontaneously, and just walked to the side of the house, the door seemed to have been opened, and before they could reach the door, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out.

This was the sound of machine gun fire, and Lin Song immediately judged it.

The group of people was so stumbled by machine gun fire that almost everyone became a hornet's nest.

Seeing that all these people had received a box lunch, Lin Song and Zhang Feiyu's hearts couldn't help but tremble.

It's too ruthless, even dozens of times more ruthless than Lin Song thought in his heart.

"Hahaha, who dared them to negotiate with me under the guise of the reputation of the Sword King."

The voice from the loudspeaker was extremely terrifying, as if he preferred to kill people for the sake of it.

Lin Song looked at the dead again, all of them looked dead, as if they would never have thought that they would end up with such a fate.

It was almost after Lin Song and the others watched the whole performance that they were taken away.

"Captain, what do you mean, killing chickens and making an example of monkeys?"

Zhang Feiyu didn't know what to do, and wanted Lin Song to explain it to him, after all, Lin Song was well-informed.

"Whatever his purpose, we just need to accomplish our purpose."

Lin Song was most worried about the snow wolf in the car at this time, as a trophy, it was impossible to bring in the snow wolf, if he did that, he might be shot.

And the snow wolf heard the gunshot, and almost rushed out of the car, but the snow wolf's sixth sense is really mysterious, and the snow wolf only stabilized quickly after a short period of uneasiness, because he knew that his master Lin Song was fine.

Lin Song and the others were taken to an elevator, and after getting on the elevator, Lin Song still wondered, he had observed before he came again, there was no tall one here, after all, it was in the desert, it was impossible to build such a tall building, and the tallest building was only two floors.

So there is no need to use such a thing as a lift, but there are so many people that they can't use up all kinds of appliances, and it may be human nature to have money.

Lin Song thought like this, watching the indicator light of the elevator flicker from time to time, fifth floor, fifteenth floor, twenty-fifth floor......

"Huh? How did you get to the thirtieth floor, is this a castle in the sky? ”

Lin Song pretended to be stupid and asked the people around him.

"Just go with yours."

It seemed that those people couldn't talk much, and they pushed Lin Song violently and exited the elevator.

As soon as he went out, Lin Song was stunned, where is the thirty floors here, it is clearly underground.

There were lights all around, and a corridor seemed to stretch far away, with iron bars and thickened steel gates on both sides.

Those iron doors have only a small window that can be connected to the outside world.

Through those windows, Lin Song, who was walking and observing, found that it was full of people, infected people to be exact.

The infected were just looking at the outside environment mechanically, and when they heard the footsteps of humans, they immediately rushed to the door as if they were crazy, and their pale and smelly arms stuck out of the small windows.

"It's not the thirty floors underground, and the desert can't withstand such high pressure, right?"

Lin Song still couldn't help but ask.

"You're smart, but the smart people here are inside the iron gates."

The guard in charge of the guard said politely.

"Where is the Sword King?"

Lin Song also roughly judged that the numbers displayed in the elevator just now were deceiving him, maybe this was just a basement, and he deliberately let them stay in the elevator for so much time, just to blind their visual nerves.

"Don't talk nonsense, you'll know when you arrive."

The guard didn't bother to talk nonsense with Lin Song, walked in front with his head down, and stopped in a cell around the corner.

Far away, Lin Song heard the sound of iron chains coming from inside the iron gate.

'Hammer, hammer. ’

It seems that the people inside are also restless, constantly tearing back and forth the iron chains that bind their bodies.

Lin Song raised his head and looked at the guard, but the guard didn't seem to be willing to meet Lin Song's gaze, but instinctively looked away and stopped talking to Lin Song.

"My brother won't last long, is the Sword King inside?"

Lin Song wanted to see the situation behind the iron gate, but he gave up because there was no small window on the iron gate.

The environment here is very special, which makes Lin Song have a very bad feeling, that is, the person inside is likely to be the Sword King.

"Open the door."

A voice came from the loudspeaker at the top of the hallway, more like an order.

When the guard heard the order, he immediately turned around and took out the key and opened the iron door.

The moment the iron door was opened, a narrow slit had just been pushed open by the guards, and a foul smell came out of it.

This is obviously due to the fact that the human muscle tissue has suffered inhuman torture and has not been treated in time, resulting in the smell of ulceration.

Could it be that the Sword King was tortured?

Lin Song walked a few steps tightly, but before he could enter the door, he was stopped by the guards.

"You, no, let him in."

The guard pointed at Zhang Feiyu and said.

"He only has half a life left, and he can't walk at all."

Lin Song said whimsically.

"Well, okay then, you help him in."

The guards also had nothing to do, and he didn't want to help him personally, so he had to let Lin Song in.