Pick Up An Apocalyptic World

basement.

In a dark, damp and narrow room, about ten square meters, there were about ten people squeezed into it.

Sun Zhengkang and his party were confined in this narrow room.

It has been almost a day and a night since they were arrested and detained here.

After Sun Zhengkang was arrested, he knew he was finished this time.

His daughter is still at home, and there are only two or three days' worth of food left in the house.

From the time his daughter wandered with her, Sun Zhengkang did not let her daughter spend the night alone at home.

He knows that his daughter is very afraid of darkness, and he will definitely go back no matter how late he goes outside.

However, this time, he could never go back.

Sun Zhengkang's heart is messed up now, and he is worried whether his daughter will feel scared if he doesn't go back.

"Let me out." Sun Zhengkang became more and more afraid as he thought about it, and suddenly stood up and slammed the iron gate with his hands.

"Don't shout, it's all here, thinking about going out." A voice came out from the corner.

"Yes, save your energy, do you know what this place is?" A hoarse voice appeared in another corner.

"I don't know, it should be in the slave market. Apart from those in the slave market, who else would dare to hunt wildly near the settlement." An uncertain voice sounded.

"No, slave market, then we are dead? I don't want to die yet." Obviously, I heard the man say that this is a slave farm, so scared to cry, "Dages, is there any way for you to escape here? ?"

Everyone knows what is going on with slaves, it is really mortal, but what can be done?

At this time, someone sighed: "I hope this is a slave market, at least I can live longer."

"What do you mean?" Someone retorted loudly, "What is meant by a slave that can live longer?"

"Hehe, to be a slave, at least it will be sent to the slave market, and then sold to people in need, even if it is used as cannon fodder, at least there will be a full meal. But if it is not in the slave market, but in a certain What about a laboratory? It’s really better to give people an experiment than to die.” That person obviously knew a little better before, and when it came to experimenting, he couldn’t help but get goose bumps on his body.

"You...you don't mean General Li's laboratory, right?" The person who refuted him at the beginning said with a trembling tone.

"What are you talking about? General Li is still doing experiments?" The question was one of the people who were walking with Sun Zhengkang. When they came in, a group of people were already here.

Only Sun Zhengkang knocking on the iron door and his shouting were left in the room. After a while, the person who initially suspected that he was not in the slave farm said in a low voice: "If we were in General Li's laboratory, I suggest that if there is a choice, it is best to commit suicide, otherwise as an experiment, it will become worse than death."

suicide?

Who is willing to give up his own life, and it is still unclear whether this is a laboratory, as he said.

The topic of suicide appeared, and everyone was silent again.

"Perhaps, this is the slave market? Don't those slave hunters like to capture the human beings who are alone?" Someone raised an objection.

Perhaps everyone does not want to become a laboratory experiment inexplicably, surprisingly there is no refutation.

But no matter where it is, it is useless. Being caught, as a prisoner, there is no personal freedom.

"Let me go out, my daughter is still waiting for me at home, you bastards." Sun Zhengkang ignored the people behind, knocking on the iron gate intently, hoping to attract the attention of the gatekeeper.

"Xiao Sun, you've been knocking here for a day and a night, so save your effort." It was an associate with Sun Zhengkang who apparently knocked on the iron door every once in a while, preventing them from taking a good rest.

At the beginning, everyone didn't care much about Sun Zhengkang's knocking on the iron gate, and even hoped that he could attract people over.

However, someone threw some food through the iron window yesterday, and no one else came.

Because of the topic of their conversation just now, the atmosphere in the room was not quite right, and the noise made by Sun Zhengkang rang in his ears, which was even more disturbing.

Here, there are bachelors, but there are also people who care about them outside, who are so crazy like Sun Zhengkang.

Sun Zhengkang ignored it, banging bang, still knocking on the iron door with his own fist, knocking the iron door banging.

"Well, don't knock, it's too noisy." Suddenly, at this moment, there was a burst of shouts outside the door.

Sun Zhengkang didn't seem to hear the other party's words, and he was still knocking on the iron door.

The iron door was opened, and a beam of light from outside shot into the room, illuminating the dark room.

The people hiding inside got used to the darkened room. Suddenly, there was a ray of light that made people couldn't help closing their eyes. It took a while before they got used to the light.

The iron door opened, and there was still an iron fence blocking the door of the room.

At this time, two Daoist shadows appeared at the iron door, and the light stretched their shadows and shone on the wall of the room.

One of them looked at Sun Zhengkang who was standing at the door and shouted, "You were knocking on the iron door just now."

When Sun Zhengkang saw someone coming, he hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Dage, please let me out. I can give you whatever you need. I still have a lot of energy crystals at home."

"Also let you go out, are you afraid that you didn't wake up?" The man chuckled, and suddenly he poked at Sun Zhengkang with an electric baton in his hand, and said grimly: "Do you know where this is? Still bargaining with me Bargaining. Just like you are poor, what kind of energy spar can you have."

Sun Zhengkang lowered his head and didn't see the other party's movements at all. His face was directly hit by an electric baton.

"what."

Sun Zhengkang couldn't help screaming, and he fell to the ground before evading the opponent's continued attack.

This electric baton is not just for decoration. The electric baton that Sun Zhengkang had just poked was charged.

"Ah f*ck, it's just this bit of pain that made you scream like that, and when you feel better." The man sullied his face, and the electric baton in his hand chased after him, poking it on Sun Zhengkang's body. , Sun Zhengkang rolled sideways again, avoiding the opponent's attack.

"This Dage, please, I have a six-year-old daughter outside, waiting for me to take care of it." Sun Zhengkang knelt on the ground and kept kowtow towards the door.

Boom boom boom.

Sun Zhengkang seemed to be desperate, and his forehead was already red.

He knows that the probability of leaving here is very low, but he is willing to give it a try, in case, in case the other party is really willing to let himself out.

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