It's a gloomy cave, the cave is deep and winding, and there's no end in sight. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I don't know where to pick up the wire, a high-power electric light is on, and Martin can't open his eyes.

Martin himself was tied to a chair with a chair in front of him, and the cave was so large that it was converted into a semi-enclosed space at its widest, and a beam of electric light shone on it that looked a bit like a house.

The cave was cold and the wind was howling, and Martin guessed that the entrance might be close.

"Tick!"

A drop of water fell into the pool, and the sound was loud in the quiet cave.

I don't know how long it has been since I came here, but half an hour should have passed since I regained consciousness, I don't know how they were.

Martin didn't know how he got here, he just remembered that he was dozing off at the time, dozing off like a sergeant, he was kind of funny, and a sergeant who had always been wise and martial would also doze off, which was not like his usual ah.

While Martin was thinking like this, he suddenly felt a little uneasy, and before he could cheer up, he fainted in the darkness before his eyes, and when he woke up again, he was already in this cave.

I don't know who got him here, but the ropes tied to his body are all relatively modern equipment, and they shouldn't be beasts and savages.

Martin speculated that it was most likely the instructor's conspiracy.

Martin looked around, looking for something different, and it seemed that there was nothing but two chairs, and of course the overhead lights did not count.

After waking up for so long, Martin never stopped preparing to escape, but his hands were tied behind the chair, his feet were also tied and he couldn't move, only his head could move from side to side, but his neck would be sore after moving for a long time.

His wrists were tied with ropes, and Martin didn't dare to move at all, because when he moved, the ropes would become tighter and tighter, until at last he broke his wrists, as did his feet.

The dagger didn't know where it was, and Martin had never noticed anything sharp on the ground, such as shards of glass or stone, and the rope couldn't cut it off.

By the way, only the GPS on the wrist is still there, but it can only track, and maybe only when the mission is over, the instructor can find out that someone has not returned, and then he can find here.

By that time, he was already starving to death.

What are they doing now, if they are safe and sound, and if there are no accidents, they should have found out that he is missing by now, what will they do, will they come to save him?

As Martin was thinking this, there was a sudden sound of footsteps from far and near, rustling, like the sound of military boots stepping on the sand.

By the way, on the surface of the cave, Martin's feet are sand.

Martin had his back to the entrance of the cave, and he heard the man come in from the outside, and the rustling sound grew louder and louder, and suddenly it became two, two, two.

Martin was wondering when a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and then he saw a man.

He wears the camouflage of the French army, and his military boots are also of the matching type, but his face is wrapped in a gauze scarf, and his entire face is covered, revealing only a pair of dark brown eyes.

Martin didn't look at anything, kept staring into his eyes, his eyes were sunken, with the same circles as the French woman, the circles were a little dark but they should be raw, he was supposed to be an Arab.

Martin suddenly realized the problem, then looked behind him, and sure enough, an AK47 was behind him, revealing a bit of the barrel.

Arabs carrying AK47 on their backs, certainly not from the Foreign Legion, is it al-Qaeda, Martin began to wonder, how can there be Arabs in France itself, or Arabs with AK47 on their backs, this is not scientific at all.

Just as he was thinking this, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps from the side, and they stopped beside him.

Then Martin saw the Arab man standing in front of him, and he sat down in his seat, looking at him with cold eyes, and his lips squirmed and he began to speak, and as soon as he came out of his mouth, he spoke in a language that was worse than French.

“#￥%￥&”

Martin speculated that it might be the language of some Arab country, maybe Afghanistan or Iran.

The next moment, the man standing beside him, he suddenly spoke, and as soon as he spoke standard French.

"Who are you? Why come to our site? ”

It occurred to Martin that they were just translating, yes, that should be it. These two men are unidentified armed men who have infiltrated France, possibly to cause terror.

In which Arab country is France stationed? Or was France once hostile to which Arab country? Or did France once help the United States fight Arab forces?

Martin thought a lot, his head spinning, thinking about the questions they were asking.

Our territory, the meaning of this sentence, does it mean that they already have a base in France?

Martin did not answer, he wondered how the French government could not know about such a thing, whether it was negligence.

The Foreign Legion is training here, could it be that they are also negligent, and the two groups of armed men coexist peacefully, which is too coincidental, how can it be a little unreal?

So, Martin didn't answer, he felt that there was a conspiracy hidden inside, a thick conspiracy.

Martin didn't answer, but the man standing next to him had a fierce face, he waved his fist with a vicious look, he obviously had a way to deal with Martin, and he smashed it hard at the corner of Martin's mouth.

Martin felt the pain of tears at the corners of his mouth, a very hot feeling. Soon, Martin felt a little salty in his mouth, and blood was already flowing out.

"Phew!"

Martin was tied to a chair, his head still moving, and he spat hard, and spat on the ground, and sure enough, it was red blood foam.

It's really ruthless, and it's not merciless at all.

“****you！” Martin was also furious, he was already very hot-tempered, as was the case in the Foreign Legion, and he did not restrain himself in the hands of the enemy.

There was an angry scolding, and it was in international English, and apparently they understood, and the blow followed like a torrential rain.

The knee was on Martin's abdomen, and his stomach, which was already contracted by hunger, began to twitch because of this moment, not only his stomach twitched, but the corners of Martin's mouth twitched, and his throat made silent words.

Before Martin could react, his fist rained down on his abdomen. The abdomen is the softest part of the human body, so it is the most painful to be hit. Martin arched himself in pain, and he felt like his abdomen was being smashed.

I don't know how many hits, until the fist stopped, Martin was out of breath in pain, and he rotted on the chair like a cooked one, and his whole body was paralyzed.

“bitch！”

…… (To be continued.) )