The access to the basement is right on the side.

Chen Xuan was just about to open the hidden iron door when he heard a whimper.

I saw a girl curled up under the counter, next to the corner of the boss's chair, who looked terrified and didn't look very old.

Her hands were tied, her feet were chained, and the other end was driven into the wall with an expansion screw.

"Woooooo

Facing Chen Xuan's gaze, she seemed to be frightened, and she could only scream "woo".

Judging by her complexion, she should not be from the Xia country, either a Siamese from across the river, or a native of Dian-Burma.

Fang Cai only cared about killing, and he directly ignored this girl who looked like a puppy.

Looking at the dirt and scars on her body, Chen Xuan walked over with a machete in hand.

The gray magic element attached itself to the blade, and he slashed the chains and ropes around his wrists with the knife in his hand.

Then he pointed to the gate not far away.

Motioned for her to run away.

After confirming that the little girl did not pose any threat, he returned to the entrance of the underground passage.

Pull open the heavy iron door and walk briskly inside.

The little girl behind her screamed twice, and it turned out to be a mute girl.

She staggered to her feet, watched Chen Xuan's back disappear behind the iron gate, and stumbled outside.

The night is the best cover, and the Myawaddy town is not so heavily guarded, and even full of fatigue, but for her, everything is left to fate.

……

The staircase walkway down is a little cramped, and the emergency lights cast a not-so-bright white light.

The air is filled with the smell of humidity.

The walls are rough concrete without any decoration.

It looks like an underground shelter.

In fact, it is.

It can be used in wartime to deal with bombing by the Burmese military and police.

Thick reinforced concrete barriers isolate most of the sound from the ground.

After passing through the short corridor, Chen Xuan saw seven or eight cells with iron railings the thickness of his thumb.

The floor was wet, and there were large dark patches of blood on the hard walls.

This is truly a prison of despair for the victims.

Far more terrifying than the legendary little black house.

Being imprisoned here is not only tortured, but also called heaven and earth unwilling.

This is a picture that people living in peaceful countries cannot imagine.

However, there are still more than a billion human beings affected by war, terrorism and anarchy around the world.

According to the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations, as of 2019, 690 million people were hungry globally, accounting for about 8.9% of the total population.

Compared to the tranquility of the Xia Kingdom, Myawaddy is a real hell on earth.

Here sin will not be punished.

Armed groups and criminals have sufficient manpower and light and heavy firepower.

This is not something that ordinary people can deal with.

There was a faint sound of "grunting" in front of the cell, and brighter lights flickering.

The sound was faint and ethereal in the deep underground corridors.

Putting away the glow stick, Chen Xuan pressed his pace and continued to move forward.

Soon an interrogation room was seen at the end.

When you breathe, you can smell rusty blood and rancid odors.

"May ... Meaning..."

"We're willing... Willing..."

He leaned against the blind spot on the side of the wall and heard two weak female voices.

It happened to be Xia Guo's dialect.

"Hmph."

"Obediently help the group, not only will you not be beaten, but you can also get a salary."

And then there was a slightly meaningful male voice.

It's also Xia Guohua, but with a lame smell.

Chen Xuan silently released his spiritual power, his whole body was agitated, and he jumped out directly from behind the wall.

Eyes quickly lock onto the target -

- those who are not tied to the torture rack.

"Bang bang!"

His magic essence is attached to the bullet, and he can actually make subtle fine-tuning.

It's no wonder that Naroa's ranger archers are able to hit every shot.

After a series of gunshots, the flame of the gunfire suddenly lit up the torture room.

With screams and howls, two militiamen wearing unmarked uniforms were shot and killed.

It fell limply to the ground, blood and sewage mixed together.

Ang Ke, who was dressed in a suit, was shocked, never dreaming that someone would break in.

He raised his hand to remove the weapon from the holster in his arms.

But in the next moment, a ball of blood burst out of his shoulder, his shoulder blade shattered, and his arm instantly lost strength.

The muzzle velocity of the 56-and-a-half bullet reached 735 m/s, which is better than the speed of sound under standard conditions.

So before the sound came, the bullet hit first.

"Bang!"

When the gunshots rang out, Onko was already clutching his shoulders and wailing.

Guns aren't that easy to take.

Chen Xuan stepped forward, and with his Demon Element cultivation approaching the bronze level, he could easily pick up Ang Ke with one arm.

Snatched a Beretta pistol from the holster under his armpit and the magazine and dagger hanging from the back of his belt.

There was no ink, and Chen Xuan was about to flash away with him.

No matter how fast you chase the soldiers, it is not as fast as Chen's flash.

"Ahhh

“ဘယ်သူ့ရဲ့ကိုယ်စားလှယ်ကခင်ဗျားတို့ပါ။？”

(Whose subordinate are you?) ）

“ဘာဖြစ်လို့ကျွန်တော့်ကိုတိုက်ခိုက်ရတာလဲ။！”

(Why attack me!) ）

Chen Xuan's disguise confused him.

Onco mistook him for a militia of the other leaders.

I didn't take this "chirping" nonsense to heart.

He was about to pull Ang Ke away in a flash, when he suddenly saw five people on the torture rack.

Three men and two women, of which the three men are Siamese faces, and the two women are proper Xia people.

They were unkempt, their short sleeves in tatters, and they were staring at themselves with wide eyes.

"That's it!"

Chen Xuan sighed in his heart.

After all, we can't sit idly by and watch our compatriots fall into the devil's hole.

He took out the short knife and attached it to the magic element, and cut the rope of the torture frame.

Turning around, he stuck the knife in Onke's other shoulder.

The guy's screams rang out again.

Chen Xuan grabbed the hands of the two.

Directly activated the [Same-Domain Flash] and appeared at the street intersection a few hundred meters away, he did not speak, maintaining his identity as a "militiaman" in Dian-Burma after his disguise.

The militia stationed here was rushing to the KK Hotel, and the street corner became extremely empty.

Local accidents did not affect the rest of the township at all

The night is a time for these outlaws to vent their minds, and everyone's attention is slack.

A lost walkie-talkie was placed on the folding table next to it, and the electronic noise was "chattering", apparently the militia here had reported the situation.

Chen Xuan's target was nothing else, but a pickup truck parked on the side of the street.

The military keys here are all plugged into the car and can be started at any time.

The two girls had never experienced such things, and their expressions were extremely panicked.

Chen Xuan opened the car door without saying a word, signaling them to get into the car immediately.

The opportunity has been given to them, and the next thing is all up to creation.

When he was done, he flashed back to the basement of the KK Hotel.

The wounded Onco was walking tremblingly through the passage.

Chen Xuan quickly caught up and grabbed him by the collar.

At this time, the figure of the militia appeared at the end of the aisle ahead.

Angko reached out for help, but before the voice could be fully heard, only echoes remained.

The place was empty.

……

[Back row reminder: The right to interpret this chapter belongs to the single chapter after chapter 65]