The topography of Seymour's POW camp is unique, situated in a circular valley surrounded on all sides by high and steep cliffs that would have been impossible to climb over without the help of climbing tools, unless it was a winged birdman. The only exit from the valley was in the southeast, only a hundred paces wide, and a casual throw of a team of heavily armed marines could completely strangle the valley mouth. It is precisely because of such a dangerous terrain that the Fifth War Zone has set up a prisoner of war camp from the alien zone, and it is precisely because of this that there are not many troops guarding the prisoner of war camp, except for the dozens of prison guards equipped with laser micro-punch, there is only one marine company on the periphery.

Under the cliffs on all sides of the valley, more than 100 cave cells were dug and set up, which originally held more than 1,000 prisoners of war. However, due to the harsh living conditions, lack of food and clothing, and the daily torture of intense and meaningless mining work, the number of prisoners of war has dropped to less than 600.

In the places near the cliffs on all sides, there are four guard towers of twenty or thirty meters high. Originally, there was a squad of prison guards stationed on the watchtower, with searchlights and the like, to monitor the few hundred remaining prisoners of war day and night. However, after nearly two years of dull days, the guards of the prisoner of war camps gradually relaxed, and only three or five prison guards were usually left on duty at each guard tower, and the rest of the people often hid in the barracks as soon as it was dark, drinking and gambling to entertain themselves. Even the Marine Company, which was responsible for the defense of the perimeter, gradually shortened the patrol time, reduced the number of patrols and the number of troops. Sometimes you don't even see a few Marines out on patrol all night.

That night, the valley where the POW camp was located, as usual, fell into endless darkness. The dim searchlights on the watchtower swept feebly through the cave cells, and from time to time there were loud shouts from the guards' barracks built at the entrance to the camp. It was some prison guards who couldn't sleep, shouting and playing with dice and stuff.

"Boom ......" After the hour hand passed two o'clock, the originally brightly lit prison guard's barracks gradually fell silent, and there were faint bursts of tired snoring. At that moment, a cave cell near the No. 1 guard tower suddenly made a rapid sound of pounding on the iron fence.

"Come on, someone's dead!" Several prison guards sitting at the top of the watchtower, who were napping with a slight rush, were awakened by a clear cry in their ears.

"I'm X! What's going on? The little leader of the prison guards was shocked, hurriedly sat up from the ground, hurried to the edge of the watchtower, adjusted the direction of the searchlight and followed the sound, and saw several prisoners of war shaking the iron fence at the door of a cell under the cliff.

"Head, it seems like you're shouting that a prisoner of war is hanging?" A prison guard behind him listened intently for a moment, then pouted and said to the little boss nonchalantly. In the Seymour prisoner of war camp, almost every three or five days there were prisoners of war who suddenly "died violently", so these prison guards did not show much surprise after hearing the cries below.

"Lame sixth, devil He, you two go down and have a look!" The little boss turned around and ordered the two prison guards.

"Huh? Boss weishenme am me? A prison guard, huddled in a corner, shouted with some dissatisfaction when he heard his name being called.

"Why isn't it you? Ya, when Lao Tzu talks and farts, right? The little boss scolded with wide eyes and bared his teeth.

"Uh, well, who's calling you the boss?" The prison guard reluctantly shrunk his neck and muttered in a low voice, then turned around and kicked another companion who was still asleep beside him, and shouted loudly, "Dead lame, get up quickly!" Your house is on fire! ”

"Huh? What is on fire? The prison guard who was kicked awake rubbed his eyes vigorously, looked left and right at his companion with a blank expression, and asked in a stunned manner, causing the other prison guards to suddenly burst into flames.

"Okay, shut up! Lao Liu and Lao He went down to see which guy who didn't have long eyes disturbed Lao Tzu's dream, his grandmother's, he didn't die early or late, but he braided his hair in the middle of the night, what a fucking bad luck! The little leader yelled impatiently, and then continued to lean in the corner, and took out a cigarette and chirped leisurely.

The prison guard, nicknamed Devil He, secretly glanced at the little boss with resentful eyes, and then angrily dragged the prison guard, who was a little confused, into the elevator and down the guard tower together.

The cry that suddenly exploded in the dead silence of the prisoner of war camp in the middle of the night came from cell 501. Two of Mel's men, clinging to the iron fence at the entrance of the cell, shouted at the watchtower not far away. Behind them, Hao Yi, who was still "covered" with the strange torture instrument on his body, leaned leisurely against the wall, and hung a cigarette that Maier had given him in his mouth. Maier and the other four prisoners of war were scattered around Haoyi, making eye contact with each other with strange expressions.

"Boss, they're coming!" Just as he was shouting, the prisoners of war at the door suddenly saw two figures walking towards this side from a distance with tactical flashlights, and hurriedly turned around and whispered to Maier and the others.

"Quick, get ready to do it!" Hearing this, Maier hurriedly reached out and snatched the cigarette from Haoyi's mouth and snuffed it out, while ordering his subordinates in a deep voice. Hearing Meyer's order, several other prisoners of war subconsciously tightened the sharp stone chips hidden in their long sleeves. That was the only "weapon" they had collected during the day.

"Yelling what? In the middle of the night, I didn't let anyone else sleep! Slowly approaching with the sound of boots stomping on the ground, two bright white lights entered the cell and stopped on the faces of the two prisoners of war who were in charge of calling at the door.

"Sir, we have someone hanging here!" One of the prisoners of war innocently spread his hands and said to the prison guards who came up to him.

"Hang it, hang it, haven't you seen a dead person? Throw it in and carry it out when it's dawn! His grandmother's bad luck! The thin prison guard, nicknamed Devil He, glared angrily and scolded sharply, and as he spoke, he was about to pull his companion and turn away.

"No, sir! This person is different! Seeing this, the prisoner of war hurriedly stopped the devil He.

"What's different? Could it be that he still has three heads and six arms? Turned into a zombie? Hearing this, the devil stopped and asked in surprise.

"He's the guy you sent over a few days ago, what kind of person is Haoyi!" The prisoner of war shouted excitedly: "Sir, we didn't kill him, he himself died inexplicably!" It's not our fault, sir, you must bear witness to us, and you can't let the brothers be buried with him in vain!" ”

"What? Haoyi! The prison guard, named Devil He, suddenly had a buzzing head and exploded, and his face changed dramatically and he asked in a lost voice.

When Hao Yi was sent to this prisoner of war camp, the prison guards were told by their immediate superiors that they could let the prisoners of war abuse Hao Yi at will, but they must ensure that this guy is kept alive, otherwise, if Hao Yi is accidentally "killed", then these prison guards will also have to bear some extremely serious "responsibility". And this is exactly the reason why the prison guard changed color in surprise.

"Where are the others?" Seeing that the prisoner of war nodded very seriously, the devil He panicked and hurriedly ran to the door of the cell to look inside.

"Even inside, sir, the brothers dare not touch him!" The prisoner of war, who had a bit of acting talent, immediately put on a very depressed expression, turned around and pointed to the dark cell behind him, and said with a crying voice.

"Cripple, open the door!" Devil He hurriedly turned around and called his companion, who was a little confused, hurriedly took out a bunch of keys from his waist, opened the door of the cell with trembling hands, raised the micro rush with a tactical flashlight in his hand, and rushed in with a roar.

"Get out of the way and stand aside! The dead cripple looks after them! Seeing Hao Yi lying upright on the wooden bed, the devil's heart sank, and he hurriedly signaled Maier and the others who were around Hao Yi to dodge away, while letting the companions behind him take care of these prisoners of war, and on the other hand, he stepped forward and wanted to test Hao Yi's snort in person.

"Click!" However, at the moment when his hand was just about to stretch over, the strange set of torture instruments on Hao Yi's body suddenly made a crisp cracking sound, and the bundles of tattered cloth wrapped around the torture instruments broke in response, and the iron plates of the torture instruments that were two or three centimeters thick were suddenly lined up into several pieces, and they fell down from Hao Yi's body one after another.

"......" The next moment, the poor prison guard named Devil He only felt that his eyes flashed, and a big hand actually grabbed his throat like lightning, so that the exclamation he was about to utter was suddenly silent. At the same time, it seemed that another big hand grabbed his right hand that wanted to pull the trigger, and the tactical flashlight on the laser flashed, and then dimmed.

"Click!" There was another crisp sound of bones breaking, and the prison guard's blank head tilted, and he fell softly into Hao Yi's arms, who suddenly sat up.

"Whew!" Another prison guard, who was called a lame man, was originally facing away from Hao Yi, holding a slight dash and staring nervously at the other prisoners of war in the cell. Hearing the movement behind him, the lame old man hurriedly turned around and wanted to ask his companion what had happened, but a yellow and slender laser beam swooped into his forehead, turning into a charred black wound.

"Boom!" The lame old man was stunned, and then he fell to the ground with a heavy head, waiting for his eyes without blinking, and after a few convulsions, there was no movement.

This series of mutations is a long story, but in fact, it is only a short breath, and even Maier and the others next to him have not had time to come back to their senses.

"Ya, why are there only two of them? What did Lao Tzu think they were going to do? Pushing away the prison guard who fell in his arms, Hao Yi raised Wei Chong with one hand, got up and patted the dust on his body, and pouted his lips and looked at the two prison guards who fell at his feet.

Originally, according to his Jihua, if the number of prison guards who rushed into the cell was five upwards, after killing the prison guards who were close to him at the first time, Hao Yi would have to use his dark spiritual energy to choke the throats of the other prison guards at the same time, so as not to alarm the rest of the guards outside. However, Jihua couldn't catch up with the changes, and Haoyi didn't expect that the vigilance of these prison guards was so poor, and there were only two unlucky ghosts. Unexpectedly, he was a little dissatisfied with not being able to show off his abilities properly.

"Okay stinky boy, let's get to work! It won't be long before the entire POW camp will blow up! Meier, who came back to his senses on the side, looked at the unfinished expression on Haoyi's face, and whispered helplessly.