"Go out, all of you, for no one is allowed to come in without my command. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

After tying up the man, Morty took the two guards.

"I'm Colonel Morty, the ruler here." Morty sat down in the chair across from the man, avoiding the man's gaze, for the cold glittering eyes gave him a creepy feeling, as if it were a hungry beast staring at him.

"You don't have to speak, and you don't care if you understand what I'm saying, you killed three of my men, and Jason is my personal bodyguard, my best men. In other words, you owe me three lives. In addition, I bought you from Laran for three thousand dollars. I give you two choices, one is to work for me and make up for my losses. Of course, I'll put you in Jason's place. ”

"What's the second option?"

The man spoke, speaking American English.

"You'll still have to work for me, but not by my side, but in the mines to the north."

"What is this place and what time is it?"

Morty was slightly stunned, but he was also very angry. "Listen, it's me who asks the question, and you're the one who answers. You have only two choices now, either be loyal to me and be my right-hand man. Of course, your benefits are indispensable. Either go to the mine and work with other laborers. Of course, I tell you that even the strongest people don't live more than two years in the mines, or I wouldn't have paid you for it. ”

The man buried his head and didn't stare at Morty anymore.

"I'll give you a day to think about it." Morty stood up and pulled out a white handkerchief. "This thing is yours, and now it's back to you."

After dropping the handkerchief in front of the man, Morty turned and left.

Although he was a warlord with blood on his hands, and the temperature was as high as thirty-five degrees Celsius, Morty had a feeling of coldness in the face of that man.

As Morty left, the man stared intently at the handkerchief spread out on the table.

One dragon and one phoenix, as well as the word "Mudong".

Mudong, Mudong, Mudong is the building, my name is the building, my name is Wang Dong.

Countless images pop up out of nowhere, but each one is blurry.

I remembered, I finally remembered, my name is Wang Dong.

But.

Who am I and who is Wang Dong!?

"Who am I, who is Wang Dong!?"

Under the impact of countless vague memories, my head felt like it was about to explode. He roared like a badly wounded beast.

Through the door panel, Morty could hear it clearly.

It's just that Morty couldn't understand what the man was saying.

After a while, when it was quiet inside, Morty instructed the guards to keep an eye on him, and then turned to leave.

In the room, Wang Dong had calmed down.

It is an instinctive reaction, etched in the deepest part of consciousness and never forgotten.

Seeing the word "Mudong" on the handkerchief, he remembered his name and recalled a lot of past things, but the memories were too vague.

His memory began a few days ago, when he woke up in the cabin of that fishing boat.

He forgot who he was, even his name, and all he remembered was instinct, the instinct to kill and not to be killed, and all kinds of knowledge related to instinct.

For example, he could tell from the sound of the engine that it was a small fishing boat with a displacement of less than 100 tons and could only operate inshore.

For example, he can recognize at a glance which country the AK rifle in the crew's hand is made of, and make a rough judgment about the state of the gun.

He also knows how to subdue a large number of enemies in a cramped cabin and where to kill them.

Even in the beginning, he relied on instinct.

Knowing that striking at the joints can inflict heavy damage on strong enemies and weaken their combat effectiveness.

It is known that after a wound to the diaphragm muscle, the enemy will have difficulty breathing.

It is known that striking the area between the third and fourth cervical vertebrae can paralyze the enemy's whole body and temporarily paralyze the enemy.

Knowing that the trigger force of that revolver was twenty N and much greater than that of an automatic pistol, pulling the trigger would tilt the muzzle up, and depressing the muzzle slightly when aiming.

It was even recognized at a glance that it was a Monty Python revolver that fired .45 caliber Colt pistol rounds!

It was all instinct and instinct-related memories, and he had forgotten all the rest.

It wasn't until he saw the handkerchief that he had a sense of déjà vu, and instinctively realized that the handkerchief had something to do with his identity.

Now, he knows that his name is Wang Dong.

However, who is Wang Dong?

That's right, he is Wang Dong, an ace agent codenamed "Long Jiu".

Gradually, Wang Dong's mood calmed down.

No matter who Wang Dong is, he must live first, only by living can he find out his identity, and only by living can he leave this ghost place.

Looking for an escape?

Before Morty came over, Wang Dong had already tried, but it didn't make sense.

The guy who tied his hands with ropes must have been a master, at least experienced, and the tie wasn't too tight or too loose, allowing him to exert his strength, but not all his strength. All you can get from struggling is the pain of flesh and skin, but it is impossible to break free from the rope.

In addition, he wears shackles made of pig iron on his feet.

Even if you break free from the ropes in your hands and open the shackles on your feet, there are still hundreds of armed enemies outside, and it is not easy to kill them.

And then what?

Wang Dong can only be sure that this military camp is somewhere in West Africa, not too far from the coast.

Morty mentions mining areas, but several West African countries are rich in minerals.

Morty is just a colonel and claims to be a "ruler", indicating that he is a warlord, and the last thing that West African countries lack is warlords.

Also, where do you go after you escape?

Wang Dong was pessimistic to find that he could speak not only Chinese but also English, as well as French, Latin, Russian and Portuguese.

The most pessimistic thing is that I know Japanese!

Languageally, he could not tell which country he was from.

Seeing the handkerchief, Wang Dong thought that he was a Chinese.

Not because there is a Chinese name, but the pattern on the handkerchief.

The dragon is the totem of China, and the phoenix is the Rui beast of China, and the dragon and the phoenix are together, symbolizing the relationship between men and women.

Only in China will the handkerchief embroidered with the dragon and phoenix pattern be regarded as a token of love.

I am a Chinese, called Wang Dong, and then what?

No matter which West African country this is, it will take enough time and money to return to China.

Just getting a passport costs a lot of money.

After returning to Huaxia, it also takes time and money.

Instinct told him that the matter was not urgent, and that the rational choice was to accept reality.

Survive here, have a clear understanding of the outside world, and get enough money before trying to leave.

Go to a big city to get a fake passport and catch a flight to China.

For this reason, he can only accept Morty's conditions and work for Morty, even if it is just a helpless move.

The big husband can bend and stretch, why bother with the length of the moment?