Life in the Shura field is more of a boring cage than purgatory.

In order to maintain the elasticity of his muscles, he had to spend 12 hours a day constantly changing the posture of his body, even if he only had one hand and a small space, he was also exercising the muscle groups of his body.

His cage was full of sweat and the smell of bug lunches, and he couldn't bear to get close to it, but Zhang Lan insisted like no one.

3 days later, he greeted the first bath in prison, the high-pressure water gun poked directly through the window, opened to the maximum flush, even the ribs were hit painful, Zhang Lan not only had to wash with water, but also opened his mouth to drink hard, this water with the smell of engine oil is like being pumped directly from the coolant of the car.

After rinsing it off, the door was opened and Zhang Lan was pulled out. The prison guards who escorted him were heavily armed, armed with submachine guns with genetic locks, and the kind of fire was not for repression at all, but for the preparation of the massacre.

The Gene Lock ensures that even if the gun is snatched, it cannot be used, and even if the user's hand is cut off and the finger is deactivated, the bolt cannot be activated.

With such preparations, the prison guards didn't even need to handcuff Zhang Lan, but only told him coldly, "Go." ”

He had to go on obediently......

In this inhumane prison, what really threatens everyone's lives is actually the collar around their neck, this is not a magnetic storm collar, it will not make your head disappear, it is filled with only the most primitive radiotoxin, a total of 13 needles, driven by a button from the warden, the poison needle can automatically start injecting death row prisoners, and the general death time is limited to 3 to 10 seconds, even if Zhang Lan has a high-speed self-repair ability, but in the face of this toxin, he can only live a few seconds longer than normal people.

Zhang Lan was escorted to the activity area in the Shura field, and the death row inmates would get a chance to release their wind every three days, which was also an opportunity to trade.

When Zhang Lan walked out of the steel gate, he saw that above the square, the rest area was like a trading market, and all the vendors were prison guards and prisoners, and they traded items that they exchanged for points, which was the so-called "black market".

The regular exchange center is located in the center of the square area, which is like a bank, and points are regularly distributed like wages to prisoners who are trying to live for a month, although it is not much, but it is enough to eat a non-insect meal for 2 days.

As for the permanent weapons that can be exchanged for points, the information for the next round, and even defensive equipment, they will be listed on the table in the exchange center, and you can choose by yourself.

A large number of senior death row inmates found that as long as they found cheap and scarce goods, bought them in advance, and then resold them in the black market, they could immediately make a lot of money.

In the Shura field, there is nothing that cannot be traded, even the fitness area of the exchange office is occupied by gangs, and you have to pay for it if you want to make iron.

wants to integrate into this group of fierce and vicious guys, Zhang Lan is not adaptable, or does not plan to adapt at all. Under the gaze of everyone, Zhang Lan walked to the fitness area, and two big men as tall as pillars blocked the entrance.

"Boy, do you see the words next to it? 2 points, which can be used for 2 hours. The big man knocked on the narrator's rusty sign.

"See my hands." Zhang Lan raised his only left arm, unlike other prisoners, each prisoner had a point to exchange for a hand, but Zhang Lan didn't, "I'm sorry, I don't have points, I have to pay, only this fist." ”

"Finding fault, huh? Then leave your fist ......" The big man said and grabbed Zhang Lan's wrist directly, but he pounced, Zhang Lan grabbed the back of his head with one hand, and slammed it on the floor with a bang, and his front teeth mixed with blood spurted out.

"Look for death!" Another brother next to him picked up the dumbbell rod and hammered it down directly, and was grabbed in the air by Zhang Lan with one hand, no matter how hard the guy tried, he couldn't pull a single bit.

"Listen, I'm going to exercise, whether it's ironwork or you, I'm OK." Zhang Lan said calmly.

"Don't look for death, see who he is before collecting money." An old man with a rickety back suddenly stepped forward, waved the exchange card on his wrist, and gave Zhang Lan 2 points with a drop.

Although 2 points is not much, in this Shura field, it is a delusion to want a stranger to inhale a breath of air for you.

"Hello Lord Zhang Lan, my name is Lao Bone, the master who has survived in the Shura field for 50 years, it's a pleasure to meet you." Old Bone smiled and reached over his hand.

"But I don't want to know you." Zhang Lan walked into the fitness area without appreciation, and began to use all kinds of equipment, 100 kg of squat warm-up, 200 kg of pulling back to circulate in groups, and sandbags reinforced with cowhide.

The two big men guarding the door looked at the scene, they should really thank the old bones for saving their lives, who would have thought that Zhang Lan, who was small and physique, had 50 kilograms of lead tied to his legs, and his legs were still so fast that they were almost indistinguishable to the naked eye. If they really want to continue to do it, they can be regarded as completely resting......

For the disputes in the trading area, the prison guards will not interfere, as long as they can't die, they will fight to death, and it's all right.

But the battles arranged in the Shura field will not be delayed because of whether you are injured or not, so on the contrary, when you are in the rest area, everyone is very restrained, even the most ferocious tyrannosaurus on the battlefield will become a humble gentleman to avoid unnecessary disputes. On the contrary, it is a desperate madman like Zhang Lan who has even more headaches.

"Don't be so ruthless, I spent a lot of points on your information, so I can't let my investment go down the drain, right?"

The old bone smiled and took out a cigarette and lit it, squatted next to the cement pier next to Zhang Lan and smoked, the fragrance directly made several big men around him get closer, and the smell of smoking a little cigarette was like going to the sky.

You must know that everything in the Shura Field needs to be exchanged for points, and there are only two main ways to obtain points, one is to constantly participate in high-level rebirth tower battles, and the other is to make money on the black market like the old bones in front of you.

Old Bones claims to have never lost money, and after a round of goods in his hands, they will rise by at least 30% and then change hands, and even then they will be in short supply. He can even use his points to buy that he doesn't have to participate in the battle of the Rebirth Tower at all, and he can smoke comfortably with free points.

"In the Shura field, no points are worse than death, you can survive the first few rounds, but later on, you will definitely die an ugly death. It won't hurt to make friends with me for the common good of everyone. The old bone smiled and continued to lobby.

"I'm not here to make friends, don't think I don't know your purpose, I won't become your dog and horse, and I will never take you out and treat me as an investment? You're bankrupt. Zhang Lan said while exercising.

"With personality, it deserves to be a character that can make the Overlord Group uncomfortable, I like it." Old Bone took a puff of his cigarette, "You should want to understand it a little, why do I want you to refuse again?" ”

"I don't want to understand, I don't care." Zhang Lan knocked and kicked the sandbag hard.

"If I can help you find out, who attacked Mark?" The old bone's words made Zhang Lan stop immediately.