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Discover the Underground Prison!

They are located in the southwest corner of the town of Seven, underneath an underground Colosseum.

Fighting beasts is also one of the mercenaries' favorite pastimes, and there is nothing more exciting than blood and fighting.

At the same time, the fight of beasts is often accompanied by gambling, and any mercenary has the power to bet, and the excitement of this bet is combined with the excitement of blood, which is enough to make people linger!

In the town of Seven, there are several types of fighting beasts.

For example, in pure beast fighting, the beasts on both sides can be caught from the wilderness, or they can be cultivated by themselves since childhood, as long as they can fight.

In addition to this, it is also possible to replace one of the parties with slaves and have the slaves fight the beasts of the other side.

There are even those who directly let slaves fight with slaves.

What mercenaries like to watch the most is the fight between relatives such as fathers, sons, brothers, etc., forcing them to kill each other, and only one is allowed to survive.

And they don't allow one of them to commit suicide, and if one of them commits suicide, they kill the other as well.

In other words, it is necessary to fight to the death!

Even, if the battle is not exciting enough, they will kill both sides.

Therefore, the slaves who came into the field could only endure their grief and fight each other until the blood was drained, in exchange for possible life for the other side.

Now, in the underground Colosseum where the second group of nanobots discovered, a killing between father and son is taking place.

The atmosphere was extremely frenzied, and the sound of cheers and roars resounded throughout the Colosseum.

"Kill!"

"Kill them all!"

"Use your knife! Didn't you eat?! ”

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Roll over! Won't this be? ”

“……”

In the surrounding stands, hundreds of mercenaries were flushed and shouted wildly.

They all stood up from their seats with their fists waved, their faces full of excitement, and they all seemed to want to fight in person!

After all, many of them bet, some bet on their fathers to win, some on their sons to win, and they bet on their money.

Death is a common occurrence in the wilderness.

Therefore, most mercenaries do not leave much money for themselves, and spend it immediately when they have it, for fear that they will not enjoy it.

When people die, the money is just spent, this is the perfect life!

In the center of the Colosseum, there is a huge bloody ring.

The ring is surrounded by tough metal mesh to ensure that the fight in the ring doesn't hurt the spectators and that there aren't agitated spectators rushing in.

At this moment, two men with weapons in their hands are fighting on the field.

"Jingle Bell—"

The weapons are staggered, the sound is crisp, and a long string of sparks is drawn.

One of them was older, bearded, dark-skinned, and about fifty years old.

The other was younger, looking only in his early twenties, which was the age of his physical strength.

They are a father and son, who originally lived in a small town on the outskirts of Starfish City, and their family was so happy that many people in the town were envious.

But just half a month ago, a cruel wandering mercenary ransacked their town, killing like crazy in the town, wantonly slaughtering.

They lit fires, laughed and harvested innocent heads one after another, and abused innocent girls in the town, like a bunch of carnival madmen.

One night later, the whole town was devastated and littered, with mutilated corpses everywhere and reduced to death.

Only a very small number of people were taken as slaves and survived.

However, the miserable life of a slave is actually not much better than death.

They were forced to sign contracts and were bought all over the southwest, some of them became slave laborers in the mines, and some became living organ and blood suppliers, which can be said to be worse than death.

And the father and son were sold to the Colosseum in the seventh town, and were bought by the owner of the Colosseum for eight thousand each.

In fact, ordinary slaves do not need eight thousand at all.

But since they are father and son, they are more valuable and more eye-catching, so the price is raised.

Many mercenaries here like to watch the cannibalism of father and son.

"Kill! Are you deaf? What is the knife in your hand for? ”

"Cut it down! Don't stand where stupidly, Lao Tzu threw 3,000 yuan on you, if you die, who will Lao Tzu ask for? ”

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

“……”

Around the Colosseum, countless chaotic roars and roars were superimposed, like an impenetrable net, netting the entire bloody ring layer by layer.

The father and son in the net are like two desperate prey, and they can't break free at all.

Both of them looked sad, and there was deep sadness and pain in their eyes.

They were covered in wounds, their clothes were covered with lacerations of various sizes, and their skin was the same, and their bodies were red with blood.

On the other side is their dearest person, but they have no choice but to live.

And they can't even have too obvious hands, every time they swing their weapons, they must try to pretend to be all their strength, cutting one bloody and cruel mark after another on the other party's body.

"Stinging ——!"

Another swing of the knife, and another scar on my father's body.

This wound was far more serious than the rest of the wounds, and the bones were visible deeply, and the blood was like a spring in an instant.

He snorted, a flash of pain flashing across his face.

But the young man opposite was even more painful, his heart was like a knife, his face was full of tears, and his hands were trembling.

"Daddy......"

The young man's eyes were red, his lips were trembling, and tears were falling in large gullies.

This battle, in fact, ended very early.

Long before it began, the man who was the father told him the ending.

The one who survives must be him!

He was still young and had more time.

There is hope if you live!

"Don't cry! Alive! Alive! ”

The man on the other side had a hoarse voice, and he endured the pain and swung a knife, which seemed to be very hard, and slashed hard, but in the end it only slashed at the blade of the young man, and he was bounced back several steps by the force of the shock.

Blood poured out of his wounds, making his face pale and his body weakening.

His life, like the bright red blood, was passing away from his body little by little.

"Hurry up! That old guy can't do it! ”

The mercenaries around him shouted frantically, waving their fists, and their voices were louder than ever.

In the ring, the young man's face was full of pain, the hand holding the knife was trembling, and the world in front of him was already blurred by tears.

But the more painful he was, the more excited the mercenaries around him became.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

"If you don't do it again, Lao Tzu will slaughter the two of you together!"

"Hurry!"

"Ten seconds for you, hurry!"

The mercenaries yelled as if they had taken medicine, urging the young man to kill his father.

The atmosphere of the entire Colosseum has reached its peak by the repeated swings of knives and blood.

When Susha received the news and focused her attention on the Colosseum.

He saw the last scene just in time.

In the ring, the light of the knife flashed, the blood soared, and a corpse fell.

Not surprisingly, it was the father's.

In the last seconds before he died, there was no pain on his face, but he looked at the child with a determined gaze, and kept repeating those two words in his mouth: "Alive!" Alive......"

Only by living can there be revenge!

Even if this hope is close to zero, as long as you live, nothing is over!

The power of revenge is always the most powerful driving force in the world!

"Smack!"

The young man looked miserable, threw away the knife in his hand, and did not know whether to cry or laugh on his face, tears mixed with blood, and crawled on his father's corpse, almost desperately wailing in pain.

In the surrounding stands, many mercenaries blushed and let out the most excited cheers.

Death is painful, but it is also pleasant.

However, there were also a very small number of mercenaries who shook their heads, with an expression of "sure enough", as if they had expected this outcome.

"It's like this again, it's really annoying, every time it's a father who lets his son survive, and there's nothing new." One of the mercenaries complained.

"But no, I still invested two thousand in that old guy, and now it's gone!" Another mercenary said.

"Didn't I tell you not to vote? Why did you vote anyway? ”

"That old guy has good odds! Maybe there was an accident? Give it a go, turn your bike into a motorcycle! ”

“……”

This part of the mercenaries discussed the gains and losses of money, and they were not so fanatical.

At the same time, the owner of the Colosseum sat on a high place, looked indifferent, gently shook the red wine in his hand, and ordered his subordinates beside him: "Take that kid in the ring down, heal him, don't let him die." ”

"Yes!"

"Tell him that if you want revenge, you can only become stronger."

The master of the Colosseum looked indifferently, looked at the wailing young man in the ring, and continued: "Tell him, I will give him a chance, every time he wins, I will give him a chance to absorb titanium particles, if he can win thirty times, I will give him a low-level psionic potion, if he can win a hundred times, I will give him a chance to get rid of his slave status." ”

"Yes! Do you have any other commands? ”

"No, let's go."

The Colosseum owner waved his hand.

The subordinate bowed slightly, and then slowly retreated.

These conversations were naturally heard clearly by Su Xia, and nothing was missed.

"Does this Colosseum owner want to raise Gu?" Su Xia secretly thought, "Presumably he has the means to control slaves, no matter how strong the Gu he raises, he can't get rid of his control." ”

This method, if used well, can cultivate a group of powerful dead soldiers who will not die in a hundred battles.

It's just that if you don't use it well, you may be counterattacked by this group of dead soldiers who came out of the killing.

Su Xia didn't stay long, and soon followed the instructions of the nanobot and entered the depths of the underground Colosseum.

People in this world have a quirk and like to dig underground.

I don't know if it was affected by the war.

There are many places that look ordinary on the surface, but the content of the underground world can surprise people.

Su Xia went all the way down, and the huge world under the Colosseum was beyond his imagination, and it was almost as big as the second basement floor of the pharmacy.

The underworld is brightly lit and there are plenty of places for rest, recreation and private interaction.

After Moyo went twenty meters underground, Susha entered a new area.

This area finally has some underground dark feeling.

He came to a passageway.

The left and right sides of the passage were slippery and cold stone walls, the lights were dim, and the front and back were pitch black, and occasionally one or two screams and wails came from the depths of the passage.

Dig deeper, and you'll see the image of the nanobot that the nanobot had previously explored - an underground prison.

These cells are individual cells, low and compact, much smaller than normal prison cells, more like confinement cells, distributed on both sides of the corridors, each enclosed by a thick metal door.

"This is where the Colosseum master kept his slaves?" Su Xia looked at it briefly.

On each metal door, there is a small boxy hole through which the inside can be observed.

He scattered the group of nanobots, searching separately, one by one, without missing every room.

"The members of the South Wind organization should not be imprisoned here." Su Xia was mentally prepared, after all, this was the private prison of the owner of the Colosseum, and the possibility of imprisoning members of the South Wind Organization was very small.

Of all the detainees, members of the Southwind should be given the highest priority.

They should be held in a more secretive and safe place.

Of course, it is not excluded that the high-level leaders of those mercenary organizations think backwards and lock them up in this seemingly ordinary area.

More than ten minutes later, the search ended.

The final result also verified Su Xia's conjecture.

There are really no members of the South Wind Organization here, just more than a hundred innocent ordinary people.

"It's still early, take your time."

Su Xia was not in a hurry, and ordered the group of nanobots to leave the Colosseum and continue their exploration in the southwest area of the town.

The size of this town is huge, and the various forces are intricate, and it takes a lot of patience to find someone in it.

During the time he was searching under the Colosseum, the other nine groups of nanobots were not idle, and they had been exploring various areas of the town.

Soon, another group of robots discovered an underground prison.

But after Su Xia took a closer look, he found that there were still no members of the South Wind Organization there, only more than thirty ordinary people who had just been kidnapped.

Time passed slowly, and more than three hours passed in a flash.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

The outside world was pitch black, there was no starlight in sight, and it was a cloudy night.

The lights in the town are still bright, the lively atmosphere is no weaker than during the day, and more and more mercenary organizations are coming from all directions.

Due to the large number of mercenaries who came, the mercenary registration office at the entrance of the town was blocked.

A group of mercenaries blocked the outside of the registration point, shouting and shouting, no one would let anyone, and almost a fight broke out.

"Fuck off! We came first! Let's register first! A strong man shouted.

"Fart? How old are you? Why did you register first? The other person next to him glared and didn't let a single step go.

The two sides disagreed, and the members of their respective organizations drew their weapons in unison.

A similar situation can be seen everywhere outside the registration point, and the anger of the people is getting bigger and bigger, and they are almost about to be shot.

Seeing this, the people at the registration office came out and yelled twice.

"Don't mess around! If something happens and makes Boss Wang Teng dissatisfied, don't think about mixing in the southwest region again in your life! ”

I have to say that his roar is quite effective.

In the southwest of the continent, there was not a single mercenary who did not know Wang Teng's strength.

In case Wang Teng is unhappy, they really won't be able to mix here in the future.

The mercenaries quickly quieted down, staring at each other with big eyes, and although they were not convinced by each other, they all lined up honestly.

"That's what it sounds like!"

The person at the registration office nodded slightly, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

This is actually a kind of obedience test, which can be seen how much these mercenaries are in awe of Wang Teng.

"Okay, don't worry, it'll be your turn." The person at the registry office spoke slowly, "Is there anything to ask now?" If so, just ask! ”

"Yes!" Someone outside raised their hand.

"What's the problem?"

The person at the registration desk turned his gaze to the man who had raised his hand.

I only heard the man ask: "This brother, did Boss Wang Teng really catch those cubs of the South Wind Organization?" ”

"Of course I caught it!"

"Where? Can you let the brothers have a good time first? ”

(End of chapter)