After Luo successfully regained his consciousness, he opened his eyes and saw a white ceiling.

This was followed by pain.

Splitting headaches.

"Hiss......"

Law gasped as he sat up straight.

I didn't have any strength up and down, and I felt that my head was dozens of times heavier than usual, as if I was carrying a boulder on top of my head.

It felt terrible, like I was seriously ill.

……

Luo didn't know anything about what had happened before he fell unconscious.

He only knew that he must have been extremely seriously injured, because if it was an ordinary wound, his body could definitely be repaired in a short time, and even a wound that was fatal enough for ordinary people would not make him unconscious.

Before that, only the failure to chase Harvey and the fall from the plane that had already taken off left him in a coma for a while.

And that time, his entire chest cavity was hollowed out by bullets.

Therefore, it is not difficult to speculate that this sudden attack also caused the same degree or even more severe trauma than that one.

The moment Luo was awakened from his sleep, he didn't even fully feel the sharp pain in his body, and he directly lost his sense of self, which means that at the moment of physical injury, his nervous system was also destroyed, which caused the pain signal to be transmitted to his brain before it had time......

After confirming that he did not have any injuries on his body that had not yet recovered, Luo began to look around the environment he was in now.

Before the accident, he was still lying in his bed, and when he woke up again, the surrounding area became a pure white space.

If it weren't for the sharp pain in his head, Luo might have thought he was hallucinating, because in this not very large space, there were pure white walls on all six sides, white and shiny, and nothing else, not even the crack in the door.

It is a square space composed of six white walls of about five or six square meters.

Luo couldn't even find where the light source in this room was, and everywhere he looked, the level of light was very uniform in each position.

Luo knew that this attack was prepared, but he couldn't think of what kind of means the attacker used to kill him in an instant without warning.

Could it be that the missile was directly used to blow up the entire building?

He looked down and saw that he was still wearing the same clothes, but they were much dirtier than before, stained with a lot of dust, sand and blood, and his gray short sleeves and pants had turned dark brown after being soaked in blood, and the dried blood made the clothes very stiff.

If the attacker was using a missile, there was no reason why his clothes could be kept so well, and besides, Law was not sure that he could keep the whole body under the missile.

As a result, he couldn't figure out how he was instantaneous.

……

The more he delved into the question, the more his skull hurt.

Law simply didn't think about it.

If nothing else, this should be a prison cell, but this cell is too weird.

Due to his exhaustion, Luo couldn't exert his strength at all, so he didn't bother to stand up, so he sat on the ground with his back against the wall.

He tapped his fingers on the floor, and the sound of his nails colliding with the white floor was strange, not like metal, not like synthetic plastic, and it was impossible to tell what material it was made of.

One thing is certain, though, that he is now in the hands of the "Immortal Bird".

Law is very sure of this.

Looking at all the things that happened during this time, Luo's sworn enemy was left with this mysterious organization.

The night before the accident, Luo had just dismantled a mechanical biological combination of the other party and took away an energy cube, and his main purpose was nothing more than to provoke the other party and attract the organization.

His goal was achieved, but the other party came much faster than he thought.

It was just a surprise.

Of course, part of the reason for this is also to blame himself, when he shouldn't have been sleeping, Luo suddenly became so tired that he didn't even subjectively resist the idea of sleeping.

Everything seems to be very coincidental.

But then again, even if he was awake at that time, he would not necessarily be able to flee in the face of this sudden attack.

Law pinched his brow.

He's in terrible form right now, and he probably won't even be able to stand on his feet.

It was the effect of the drug, and Law was very sure that in order to limit his movements, those who attacked him must have injected him with some kind of drug before he woke up to put him in such a sluggish state.

In this regard, he can only wait for the body to metabolize and consume these drug components.

Luo knew that his body functions were running much faster than normal humans, so he was not in a hurry at all.

Anyway, they have already been caught by their opponents, and they will definitely not be able to escape for a while.

Besides, in his current state, he can't do anything at all.

And the other party did not choose to throw him directly into the meat grinder and beat him into meat sauce when he had no power to fight back, which shows that the other party has a more important purpose than taking his life.

So for the time being, he doesn't need to worry about his survival.

On the contrary, he was somewhat worried about Zach.

It's really hard to say whether the other party will leave him a way to live......

……

Minutes ticked by.

In this completely isolated space, it was difficult for Luo to tell how much time had passed.

At the beginning, he didn't know how long he had been asleep, and immediately after the attack, he fell into a coma, and Luo also didn't know how long he had been in this coma, plus now in this weird cell, there was no time reference, so it can be said that Luo had completely lost the concept of time.

Often, as a prisoner, the most terrifying thing is not watching your time pass in your cell, but not feeling it at all, not feeling how long you have survived.

Is it ten minutes? Or an hour?

Equally torturous are the small spaces and the monotonous colors.

Everywhere Luo's gaze went, it was all white.

Not even a small black dot could be found.

If an ordinary person is thrown into such a room, he will quickly breed irritability, and after a long time, even his spirit will collapse.

Law didn't know how long he could endure.

Fortunately, for now, he is in good shape.

He was tired of seeing the monotonous white around him, so he simply closed his eyes.

For him, there is only one thing he can do now - wait.

The people who detain him will make a move sooner or later, they are not in a hurry, and Luo does not need to be in a hurry.

(End of chapter)