Taking advantage of this opportunity, Charles quickly rushed towards Heimihe, he couldn't let the guy use the relic again.

"@&#*!!!" Black Mihe said quickly, and the same kind of people around him scrambled to block in front of Charles, trying to distance the two

Seeing that Hei Mihe behind the crowd picked up the hourglass again, Charles gritted his teeth and stepped on the monster in front of him hard, and his body flew directly in the air.

His vision became brighter, and he instantly saw Black Mich in the distance, but at the same time his body was exposed to the muzzle of the gun.

A dozen barrels below had been lifted, and as soon as they spewed out bullets, Charles would be instantly beaten into a sieve.

At this critical moment, a hooked spear shot from inside Charles's prosthetic limb pierced the palm of Hei Mih in the distance. The hourglass landed on the ground and clanged.

With the sharp pull of the hooked spear, Charles in mid-air quickly flew towards the black mich, and the gunfire rang out, hitting the ceiling behind Charles.

Charles's prosthetic leg fell in one fell swoop, and most of Heimich's neck was directly removed by the chainsaw.

In the rain of blood, Charles slowly turned around and glared at the Michs who were stunned in place.

The monsters looked at the humans in front of them, their crossed pupils showing frightened expressions.

"Buzz~!" the chainsaw spun again, and Charles lunged at them like a tiger.

Needless to say, Hei Mihe, who didn't use the relics, and the rest of these guys were like chickens and dogs in front of Charles.

Ten minutes later, a bloodied Charles gasped for air, surrounded by Mihe's body.

He looked at the gunshot wound on his leg, bit his cheek hard, stretched out the fingers of his right hand and put it in, and forcefully pulled out the bullet inside.

"Wait, this thing should still be useful. Richard controlled his body and picked up the hourglass in the pool of blood.

Charles walked towards the exit step by step, a staircase, and it was obvious that the second laboratory was underground.

It seems to be very bright outside, with a faint noise, a bit like a lively square at seven o'clock in the evening in summer.

As they slowly walked out of it, the scene in front of them brought a hint of despair on their faces.

Richard angrily raised the hourglass in his hand and threw it on the ground, "Damn! There are so many people, and you still fart, you told us that there are so many people, so we can stay in the cell with peace of mind!"

Directly opposite the exit, there is a square the size of four football fields.

Nearly 10,000 Mihe were making various human props in the square, and hundreds of Black Mihe were standing around to watch and watch, each of them carrying a large or small relic in their hands.

At this time, all the monsters in the square were shooting their eyes at them in unison, there was no emotion in their eyes, but the huge pressure brought by them made Charles breathless.

Richard smiled bitterly and said, "Dude, you said that if we go back now and close the door from the inside, will they let us go?"

"What's the use of talking about this now!

"Oh, it's not like I know it's wrong, if I can live this time, I'll listen to you next time. ”

Charles resisted the anger in his heart, and looked into the distance, which was the city they had come to before, although there was little hope, but as long as he ran to the city, he had a chance to escape the pursuit of these things.

"Fight!" Charles, ignoring Mihe's eyes, dragged his injured leg and ran desperately towards that side.

In the next second, Mihe in the square moved instantly, and they ran in all directions in a loud voice.

Charles's face was stunned for a moment, then ecstasy, and he ran wildly in the direction of the city, but as one of the black Mihe raised the relic in his hand, Charles's body quickly stiffened, as if it had turned into a stiff stone and fell to the ground.

Charles rolled his eyes sluggishly and watched as the Black Mich slowly gathered around. I watched as a mass of bloody flesh stuffed into my mouth.

In a drowsy state, he lost his mind again.

When Charles woke up again, the overhead light squinted his eyes.

When he got used to the light, he found himself trapped in an empty white room, this time his "treatment" was much higher, he was tied to a steel bracket, not only his limbs were shackled, but even his body was entangled in layers of chains.

Directly opposite him was a large glass wall, behind which stood several Mich, who were even operating some electronic devices that seemed to be using them to detect Charles.

Richard breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, buddy, I've finally got a life back." ”

There was a hint of anger in Charles's eyes, his other personality was too reckless, but he didn't want to quarrel with him at this time.

Just then, a nearby door opened, and a mihe with a robe on his body walked in, holding a barbed whip in one hand and a bucket of black water in the other.

The whip was first soaked in a bucket and then quickly swung up.

"Smack!" the whip slammed into Charles's body, causing Charles to let out a snort of pain.

After more than ten lashes and the skin on Charles's body was torn apart, Mihe took the whip and left.

Charles thought that his punishment was over, but who knew that this pain in his body had just begun, and as time went by, the wound seemed to be crawling with countless ants, constantly gnawing on flesh and blood.

Charles's muscles trembled in pain, and even if he was strong-willed, he couldn't bear it, and screamed from time to time.

The empty room was filled with Charles's screams, interspersed with Richard's invective.

The excruciating pain receded two hours later, at which point Charles was shaking and panting.

"Bang!" the iron door opened, and another Mihe walked in, this time not with torture instruments, but with a pot of mushrooms, which he placed in front of Charles and withdrew.

The other party punishes himself, Charles can understand, but put a pot of mushrooms here, what does it mean?

As the minutes passed, Charles thought bitterly about the information he had obtained, even though Miher was outnumbered and had little hope, he still did not give up hope of escape.

Two hours later, two Mikhs walked in, one in front wearing a white robe, and the other in the back holding a notebook.

"&*@£......" A series of hurried noises came from the long lips of the white-robed Mihe.

"How many times do you want me to say it, I don't understand what you're saying!" said a frail Charles.

Ignoring Char's words, the white-robed Mihe spoke to himself, while the one standing behind him quickly took a pen and kept recording.

Charles looked a little and saw that he couldn't read the words written in the book, just like the words on the goods in the fake city, all of them were messy little black dots.

Just as Charles was wondering what Mich was doing on the other side, the muffled murmur rang in his ears.

Charles had a pained expression on his face, and in this situation he could not do anything but hide his teeth and endure it.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt the abnormality of the voice, the murmur was connected with the voice of Mihe on the other side, and a familiar low human voice came out of his ears, and he suddenly understood what Mihe was saying.

"134, I hope you don't run away fearlessly, we have found your previous information, you are the mastermind of the 517 riot, if you continue like this, then we will take extreme measures. ”