Cold, slimy, and a little suffocating......

Zogel opened himself up and found himself in a very strange place.

The clothes were long gone, and he was naked in a liquid that smelled of something. The liquid was so slippery and sticky that it was impossible to feel good, and as Zogel sniffed it, he couldn't help but think of something related to corpses.

"This ...... Where the hell is this?" Zogel wondered, struggling to get up, only to find that his body was still under the hold of something.

"What is this?" Zogel wondered.

He lifted his arm and found that many metal pipes were attached to his arm.

"It's weird! My body, what's going on. Zogel shook his body and found that the metal pipes were not only on his hands, but also on his body.

Back, spine, back of the head......

These inexplicable things are deeply inserted into one's own body.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on? How long have I been unconscious...... Where the hell is this?"

He panicked.

Panicking is not a good thing.

He desperately told himself to be calm.

After taking a few deep breaths, he realized the environment he was in. It's a place like a dark forest.

The sky is black, so is the earth, and the whole heaven and earth are like a wasteland in the last days. It seems to be so decadent and deep, full of sadness.

There is still light in the darkness, but this light is a little too tyrannical. The blue electricity twisted in the air like a sturdy dragon. In the sound of the explosion caused by the electric current breaking through the air, Zorger noticed that the electric dragon was created between two iron rods that were raised high.

Iron rods stuck in the black iron tower, all over the horizon. Red lanterns with a glimmer of light hung one after another on the iron bars.

Zogel in the distance can't see it really, but Zogel in the distance can see it clearly.

The red lantern is actually a two-meter-diameter cabin, and the human body is suspended in this cabin, just like itself.

In fact, he is one of these cabins. It's just that unlike the unconscious human bodies in the cabin, Zogel has a distinct sense of self.

"This ......" Zogel became more and more frightened, and he felt that he had entered an unusually troublesome place, and might even be involved in a conspiracy.

Damn, what the hell is going on?, Zogel wondered.

At this moment, a large, cold, round head rose from in front of him, revealing a large metal body.

It's an octopus-like machine. It has one eye, a bright red one eye with a chilling, icy glow.

"It's definitely a killing machine. At a glance, Zogel's heart flashed with such affirmation. He had a feeling that this icy guy was going to kill himself.

"What should I do?" Zogel was stunned again.

However, before he could make a move, the metal pipes inserted into his body pulled out of his body with a "poof" sound.

And with the pulling out of these things, the pain is unspeakable, but more importantly, my strength is disappearing like the sea water at a low tide with the withdrawal of this thing.

The loss of strength brings with it physical exhaustion and weakness of consciousness.

With Zogel's mouth still open, the space beneath his feet opened suddenly, and his whole body was washed into the pipe along with the slimy liquid around him. Rolling, spinning, falling...... After an indefinite journey, he was excreted and fell into a deep pool.

At this moment, his consciousness still retains a little, but his strength is not at all. He lay limpless, looking up at the dome, waiting for his starvation. However, being starved to death or something was just his imagination.

After an unknown amount of time, he saw the iron plate above his head be pulled open, a blinding light shot down, and immediately a huge mechanical claw stretched out from the belly of a vehicle suspended in the air, and grabbed his body directly.

"Cold ...... It's really cold!" The cold and hard feeling made Zuogel shiver involuntarily, and finally lost consciousness in the shaking of the mechanical claw.

He was unconscious again.

It's just that in a coma, he still has a vague sense of it. He felt like he was being moved, and then he was being carried onto a slightly warmer platform. After that, he felt as if someone was busy with something, something entering his body, stimulating him with a hint of tingling.

"Good...... Can't you make me quiet?" Zogel frowned, and fell asleep again.

When he came to consciousness again and opened his eyes, he saw an incandescent lamp above his head.

The lights were a little glaring, at least that's what Zorger thought.

So he narrowed his eyes slightly, and frowned very hard. At this moment, a man's head poked out, blocking the light above his head. The light darkened suddenly, and Zogel was uncomfortable again.

However, he was better than he had been at first, and after a breath, he could see the head of the man in front of him. It was a yellow face, and Zorger recognized him. Even if he was reduced to ashes, he recognized the face of this man—it was the man who had suddenly kidnapped him, and he had framed himself to such an extent.

"Is this guy here to appreciate his misery?" Zogel looked at the smile on the man's face, and he saw it as a mockery of himself. If he could, he definitely wanted to scold the other party, but he opened his mouth, but he was puzzled: "I'm still alive?"

"Yes...... You're alive. It's your luck, I never thought it would go so well. The yellow man spoke lightly.

"I ......," Zogel was about to say more, but the feeling of exhaustion came back to him, making him groggy again.

After that, I don't know how long it was. Zogel was conscious again, but the exhaustion in his body remained, and he felt that it was unusually difficult for him to move a finger.

He sensed his body a little and found himself lying on a bed. The overhead light was turned off, and the area around the bed seemed very dark, with some faint blue light faintly lit up.

The blue light was more than a circle, and Zuoger faintly heard the sound of breathing on his left and right sides, one heavier and the other gentle. This made him realize that he was not alone.

"Is there anyone else who has been plagued like me?" Zogel gloated a little, and felt a little sad.

Just as he was thinking wildly, suddenly the sound of light footsteps came from far and near, and then the light turned on, and a face that he hated when he looked at it appeared in front of him, still smiling at him.

"You...... What the hell are you trying to do, why is my body hurting so much?" he asked weakly.

"I just want to save you and let you witness the truth. The yellow man said calmly, "Your body aches because your muscles have completely atrophied...... I'm reactivating him for you. It takes time and you need to take a good rest. ”

"Save me, is there such a salvation?" said Zogel, skeptical of his words, "you didn't hurt me like this? ”

"Yes, it seems that you have a deep prejudice against me. The man was not angry, but shook his head slightly: "Rest well! I'll tell you the whole truth. ”

"What is it? What is the reason for allowing yourself to suffer so much?" Zogel's eyes widened, and his heart was very strange.

He was a little curious about the man's words, but more disdain and anger. If it weren't for the fact that he was weak now, he would definitely jump up and give Yuan Hao an old punch.

What is the truth, what is the suffering? Now that you have made me suffer, I will teach you a good lesson. If there's anything I can't help but do, I'll not kill you at most.

Although Zorger may seem a little indifferent, as if he doesn't care about anything, he is a Westerner after all. Westerners pay attention to an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. They are very direct in doing things, but also superficial, whether they are good or bad, they all look at it directly, and they don't talk about the overall situation at all.

Perhaps, they also want to talk about the overall situation, but their overall situation is to the whole white-skinned people, and for the yellow race, it is okay not to call you a yellow-skinned monkey. Discrimination, racial discrimination. The pride that exists in the heart of the white man is still alive in this false age.

Of course, there is nothing he can do now. The weakness of his body made him glare at the man fiercely.

Only at this time, the man had already turned around, and his gaze could only see the figure of the person floating away.

Since the time turns, and I don't know how long it has been, Zuogel feels that his body is getting better day by day. He could feel more, his head could turn, and he saw his fellow refugees who had fallen into the same situation as himself:

To his left was an Indian in his mid-forties, with a broad round face, dark brown skin, and a fat belly—a chubby fellow, with long, slender steel needles stuck in his body, like Zorger himself;

On the right lies a young girl, who is very young and looks less than eighteen, petite in stature, but delicate in her curves. She also had steel needles stuck in her body, but compared to her naked self, she was covered with a thin white sheet.

Although such a white sheet can't hide his curves, this arrangement vaguely proves that the other party doesn't seem to be "colored".

"They...... What exactly do you want to do?" thought Zogel.

As time passed, his irascible hatred calmed down, and although the hatred was still there, he wanted some explanation.

At this time, he also realized that the place where he was a boat, a small boat. The ship was flying in the sky, and there wasn't just one person on board—there were two unusually beautiful women besides the guy who had caused him pain. One is a blonde beauty from Europa, and a young lady with a very oriental classical temperament at this time.

"Strange, how could such a beauty be with that scum?" Zogel was puzzled.

It's just that he only put this kind of incomprehension in his heart, but he didn't say it directly. He knew that the place he was in was dangerous, so he had to be quiet, talk less and see more, this was his means of survival. After that, after a few more days, his strength came up and his health was much better.

Not only him, but even the other two "refugee friends" around him are similar:

The little girl had gotten out of bed a long time ago, and she was a little afraid of the yellow man who had persecuted her, but she was quite kind to the other two women here, who were often tired of talking and laughing together;

And although the chubby Indians recovered more slowly, their heads were already sober. He will look, he will speak, and he will ask questions. Zogel talked to him and knew that he had been brought back from New Delhi.

"The Indians are from the university in New Delhi, and the little girl is straight from the high school in the summer capital...... Although the locations are different, the three of us have similar conditions...... That is, we are all alone. Zogel talked to his fellow refugees while the people here were not looking, and got some news from them.

Zorger analyzed the information and eventually got some information. He didn't guarantee that this information would be true, but according to his estimates, it was very likely. Being alone means less involvement, and less involvement means not much movement.

It's just that why did he choose his lonely self?

Zorger wondered.

They want money?

No, although my net worth is a lot, it is not a lot...... Seeing that the other party can come up with such a spaceship, the other party's net worth is definitely above himself. I have never heard of the poor kidnapping the rich, but I have never heard of the rich kidnapping the poor.

Therefore, it is not clear for the sake of money.

So is it for the color?

It can't be ...... After all, the other party's performance these days is quite well-behaved. This doesn't look like the performance of a lust-robber.

"This ...... What the hell is going on?" Zogel was puzzled, and neither did his fellow victims. Doubts grew in the depths of his heart, and they were worried.

Finally, when things changed, the woman named Sarah suddenly came to them and conveyed to them what the man meant:

"I know you are resentful and resentful of us breaking your peaceful life. I know you don't understand why we're doing this. There will be a lot of doubts in your minds about the current situation. Never mind...... Now your health is almost fine. I will show you the truth. Come on, follow me ......"

With that, Sarah turned around and walked forward.

And behind him, the little girl Huang Yun jumped up and down. The old Indian man, Barrick Adai, hesitated a little and rolled forward in his wheelchair. Zuoger watched their movements, groaned slightly, and followed.

The group walked straight for a while, and then went up to a lifting platform. They ascended, ascended a few meters, and came to a warehouse that stunned them.

As soon as they entered, they were attracted by the mechwarrior who was placed in the warehouse, which looked tall even when lying flat.

"This ...... What the hell is this?" the Vanguard Gundam stunned everyone with its magnitude of power.

“X-78· SF-01 Pioneer Gundam ...... This is the vehicle I use to protect this ship. In response to everyone's doubts, Yuan Hao walked out with a calm face and replied in a deep voice.