There is no concept of time in a dimly lit space.

Russell, whose biological clock was accurate, knew it wasn't dawn yet, and less than an hour had passed since he woke up.

But waiting for death in the dark is really tormenting.

Even if he has been fighting for his ideals so far, he can't help but be a little afraid.

"Say, why haven't they dealt with us yet?"

Russell spoke suddenly.

"Maybe you forgot to play? In the wee hours of the morning, those scum must still be sleeping or having fun. ”

"Are you scared?"

Romero didn't turn his head to look at Russell, who was shoulder-to-shoulder, and he knew that the expressions of the two of them were probably not very good at the moment.

Hungry, drugged, locked up in darkness until now, and suffering from waiting for death......

Even if you are a person made of iron, you may not be able to get free and easy at the moment.

"It's okay, there's hope."

Russell didn't answer directly, just sighed ambiguously.

He didn't dare to say it.

But Romero knew what he meant.

This is not to say that the two of them still have hope of living, but that there are still a few people in the small team who are struggling with them, so they will not all be planted here.

In the future, there is hope for this cause.

"Or, find a way to kill yourself."

Russell said suddenly.

Hearing this, Romero paused.

He wanted to refute it, but reason told him it might be a good proposal.

To avoid inhuman torture, it is more important to avoid being tortured to the point that you can't hold on and accidentally tell the information of your companions who are still alive.

There was silence for a long time, and no one spoke again.

It also takes courage to commit suicide.

Especially in such an empty cell, it is even more difficult to commit suicide neatly.

After a long time, Romero was about to say something, but suddenly looked up in surprise.

Russell was startled by Romero's big movement leaning to the side, and subconsciously turned his head to look at him.

"What's wrong?"

Russell frowned.

Romero didn't answer, but motioned for Russell to shut up and began to close his eyes and listen.

Seeing this, Russell also tacitly agreed not to say more.

After a moment, Romero opened his eyes with a hint of shock on his face.

"What the hell is going on?"

Russell continued to ask the same question.

He didn't suspect that Romero was driven crazy by his current situation, because he knew that Romero had indeed had unusual hearing all along.

"...... above"

Before Romero could finish speaking, he suddenly stopped.

He dragged his torso, which had not yet dissipated the effects of the anesthetic, and staggered and shoved at Russell.

He was huge, and even though his movements were not very convenient and powerful due to the effects of anesthetics, he still pushed Russell a few steps away.

Russell, who fell to the ground, didn't have time to ask before he heard a loud bang synchronously.

Along with the loud bang came the dungeon ceiling that shattered in an instant.

The rebar broke, and large cement slabs fell down.

Inky giants of horror trampled on the shattered dungeon ceiling.

Through the faint starlight that was scattered, he looked up through the shattered ceiling of the dungeon.

Russell could see that it was a super huge spider, more than ten meters tall.

The surface of the shell is shiny and reflective, like a polished exoskeleton made of black metal.

It was one of its spider feet that smashed the ceiling of the dungeon and stepped on.

Russell swallowed, not daring to make any movement for a moment.

Luckily, the spider monster didn't care about him under his feet.

Because he didn't pay attention to stepping into the air, several RPG fires accurately hit its body, and the flames of automatic rifles were also flickering.

Although these bullets were of little use against the spider monsters, the RPG's firelight still left a few black marks.

I saw that the spider buzzed out of what organ to use, and then it lifted the sunken spider's foot and ran in the direction where the RPG was shooting.

Russell stared at the departing spider monster in a daze, and before he could ease the shattered worldview, he suddenly came back to his senses.

He chanted the name "Romero" and headed for the small piece of ruin.

Quickly stepping over the rubble of various sizes, Russell soon spotted Romero.

Thankfully, Romero was not buried in the rubble.

Otherwise, the pile of reinforced concrete will fall down, and the big spider monster will step on it, and it will inevitably turn into a lump of flesh.

However, a short broken steel bar pierced one of his arms.

Blood stained the sleeves and the floor.

Romero himself, on the other hand, fell into a fainting spell.

Seeing this, Russell decisively tore off his shirt, wrapped his arm that had been pierced by steel bars, and did some necessary emergency treatment to stop the bleeding.

However, this is only temporary.

Romero's condition must be taken to the hospital immediately.

Russell, not thinking about the terrifying spiders outside, hurriedly stepped on the ruins of reinforced concrete, trying to see what was going on outside the dungeon.

The ceiling of the dungeon was trampled through by the large spider monster, and the reinforced concrete that fell was just high enough for him to step on it to reach the ceiling of the dungeon.

So he hurriedly grabbed the hole and poked his head out with all his strength.

As soon as his head poked out of the ground, he was shocked by the devastated scene.

The giant spider monster had apparently been on a rampage in the manor of the evil forces before, and corpses crushed to pulp could be seen everywhere.

Thankfully, the big spider is far away.

He could hear the large spider still making loud noises in the forest not far away, and the occasional sporadic gunfire coming from that direction.

As long as it's not on your face!

He hurriedly crawled out of the dungeon and rushed into the ruins of the manor in search of the materials he needed.

Rope! Or all kinds of fiber cloths!

The rubble was high enough for him to barely crawl out, but there was absolutely no way to get Romero, who was still fainting and his arm pierced.

He needed to hold Romero in place with a rope and pull him up quickly without touching the wound on his arm.

Romero, who fainted under the dungeon, needs to hurry up and get out, not only to get to the hospital before he dies of blood loss, but also to race against time in front of the big spider who may return at any moment.

That thing is horrible.

The evil forces that brought down them minute by minute were leveled by that thing minute by minute.

Despite the urgency of the situation, Russell was calmer than ever.

The current situation is not necessarily a dead end!

The big spider's kick was like a mechanical séance, directly breaking the original desperate situation.

As long as he finds the rope, he can hopefully return alive with Romero.

Russell thought as he struggled through the ruins of the manor, trying to find a rope or a replacement for it.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Looking at the curtains buried in the ruins of the manor, my eyes couldn't help but light up.

He immediately ran past the blurred corpses, picked up the curtains and ran to the entrance of the dungeon, and began to weave a rope with a hammock with trembling hands.

It's an intense and long process.

Russell, who was racing against time, only felt that his heart was about to rise to his throat.

After securing Romero in the hammock, Russell climbed up to pull his partner out.

But the roar that was getting closer made Russell swallow.

Russell knew it.

It was the sound of a giant spider marching on the ground, and it had come back after chasing it into the forest, apparently having dealt with those who resisted.

Russell paused, and the action of pulling the rope upwards couldn't help but tremble a little.