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Old man Lu walked in front of him with his hands behind his back, and Fang Cheng's eyes shone and followed closely behind.

Through the VIP channel, it was still a special plane, and the old man Lu waved his hand: "Call your little daughter-in-law, when you arrive at Nibreda Island, you must use a special phone if you want to make a call." ”

Fang Cheng frowned and asked suspiciously, "Why is it a special phone?"

"The regulations stipulate. ”

"Yes, good. ”

Fang Cheng picked up the phone, first called his parents and told them that he was going abroad for special training, and it was inconvenient to call, and then dialed "Warm Baby".

"Drip ......"

The phone was connected, and the corners of Fang Cheng's mouth outlined a warm smile: "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Packing up your bed, are you at the airport?

"It's almost time to board the plane. ”

Lin Nuannuan on the other side of the phone whimpered, like a little wolf, and said viciously: "Remember to call me often." ”

Fang Cheng pondered for a while, then pondered and said, "This phone call abroad can't be used, and the place for special training is ...... The signal is also not very good, and I can only call you occasionally. ”

After careful consideration, Fang Cheng finally decided not to tell his girlfriend to participate in the registered war martial artist assessment, after all, this mortality rate was as high as fifty or sixty percent, and the information of the registered war martial artist on the Internet could not be searched.

There's a sense of secrecy.

In today's era, the Internet is so developed that a small thing on the other side of the ocean can be found on the Internet the next day.

But even in the Internet era, the Internet society, there is no detailed information about any registered warriors on the Internet, but it can be vaguely searched: as high as 50% or 60% mortality rate.

Lin Nuannuan pursed her mouth and snorted, "Okay, then you have to call me often." ”

She didn't know that her boyfriend was going to participate in the registered war martial artist assessment, after all, this kind of thing was too far away, as if the people around her went to participate in the war in the war-torn area, and they couldn't think of it at all.

Old man Lu brushed his non-existent beard, he has brushed his beard too many times in the past few days...... There were already few white beards on the chin, and now, only a bare chin remains.

He looked at Fang Cheng: "Apprentice, how long do you want to call." ”

Fang Cheng was taken aback, he looked at the electronic watch on his left wrist and smiled, he had been playing for more than twenty minutes.

If it weren't for a special plane, it is estimated that the plane would have been on the runway long ago.

Fang Cheng whispered a few words to his girlfriend on the phone, put the phone in his left trouser pocket, and looked at the master:

"Let's go. ”

............

On the night of August 31, 2016, Nibreda Island.

At a small airport on the northeast side of the island of Nibreda, a line of soldiers in dark green military uniforms stood at the end of the runway.

They have yellow skin, black skin, and whites.

The ten uniformed soldiers turned out to be from different regions and different countries, but they all wore dark green military uniforms.

It is said that it is a military uniform, but in fact, it is not appropriate. To be precise, it is more like a martial arts uniform, and the joints of the military uniform are very loose, not a neat standard clothing.

On the left chest of the uniform, a letter is depicted: Z.

With a roar, a plane flew from the edge of the ocean, landed, and after speeding for hundreds of meters, it stopped at the end of the airport runway.

In the cabin.

Fang Cheng looked out the window, it was a dark night, he could only vaguely see the shape of the airport, it seemed to be small, the scale was not big at all.

Old man Lu stood up, his eyes suddenly became sharp and iron-blooded, and he said in a deep voice:

"Nibreda, arrived. ”

Fang Cheng frowned and looked at his master, his eyes flashing with surprise and shock, he had never seen his master so cautious and murderous.

The island of Nebreda, the registered warriors, the terrible mortality rate, what is the connection between these.

The emotions in his heart rolled, one thought after another crossed his mind, and seeing that the master didn't explain too much, Fang Cheng pursed his lips and followed behind the master.

Get out of the cabin.

A ladder to get off the plane has already been placed.

Fang Cheng followed behind his master and walked down step by step.

He only felt that his steps seemed to be heavy, and the oppressive and silent atmosphere in front of him rendered an indescribable atmosphere.

It was as if a big stone was pressing down on my heart.

Old man Lu put his hands at his sides, and his gaze swept over the ten military uniformed men who picked up the plane.

Ten ironmen in military uniforms saluted.

Old man Lu's eyes flashed a hint of heaviness, and he said in a deep voice: Take me to the combat center. ”

A yellow-skinned man in military uniform walked out of the queue with a snort and said loudly:

"Yes, Admiral!"

Fang Cheng's eyelids twitched fiercely.

Admiral Land, what is this called?

Master is a general, but what country is he?

There are whites, blacks, and yellow people like them, and it can't be a country.

Old man Lu looked back at Fang Cheng and looked at the yellow-skinned iron man in military uniform: "Take him to rest." ”

"Yes. ”

Another iron-clad man in military uniform walked out of the team, he was white, and walked towards Fang Cheng: "Please come here." ”

Fang Cheng looked at Old Man Lu, feeling that the master in front of him seemed to be unfamiliar like never before, and the thought crossed his heart, and he nodded at the white man in military uniform.

Old man Lu glanced at Fang Cheng who was leaving, his eyes narrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Immediately after, he followed the yellow man in military uniform, walked out of the airport runway, and walked towards a three-story building.

............

Fang Cheng followed behind the white man in military uniform, walked out of the airport runway, passed a series of low buildings, and finally stopped at a bungalow.

The white man in military uniform walked up to the door of the bungalow and flipped a white sign hanging on the door, the back of which was pure black without any pattern.

"Let's go in and rest. ”

Although he is white, he speaks a pure Northeast Chinese dialect.

Fang Cheng was stunned, a little at a loss, he took a deep breath, he had thousands of questions to ask, but he didn't know where to start.

Finally, he walked into the room under the gaze of a white man in military uniform.

"Bang. ”

The door closed softly, but there was a loud noise.

Fang Cheng turned his head to see that his mood was even more gloomy, the door was just a layer of iron sheet, and there was a horizontal insert in the middle of the door.

"My God......"

He turned his head, glanced around the room, and groaned unconsciously.

The room in front of me can no longer be called a room, and the black wall encloses a space, only more than ten square meters.

There was a wooden bed on the left side of the house, which looked very thin, and Fang Cheng couldn't help but wonder if it would collapse when he slept at night.

On the right side of the room is a very rudimentary toilet, surrounded only by a black cloth, and a stool is placed next to the toilet.

Other than these things, the room was empty, tables, bookshelves, etc., there were none. Heating, water heater, either!

Fang Cheng's body seemed to stiffen, he moved to the bed little by little, sat on the bed, glanced around, and then put his eyes on the small window next to the bed.

The windows are single-glazed and look a bit leaky.

At a glance.

The dark and oppressive building, without sound or light, occasionally passed by one or two people, and they also hurried away.

The bright moonlight fell on the sky, faintly illuminating a large area.

Fang Cheng looked into the distance, in addition to the four or five rows of low-rise buildings and bungalows, there was also a three-story building, which seemed to show a little light.

"Nibreda Island, what the hell is it?"

In deep surprise and heavy depression, Fang Cheng suddenly discovered that there were not even mosquitoes, insects and birds chirping here!

"Well, what does that smell like? ”

Fang Cheng's eyes moved, he wrinkled his nose, sniffed the smell in the air carefully, and then he was stunned:

"The smell of blood?"