Andrew left in a hurry. He did not even have the time to pack up his torture tools. It was obvious how agitated he was.
Releasing the secret was part of Tang Ling's plan.
There were three reasons for it.
First, Tang Ling wanted to use this incident to dig out the truth about the zombies in the settlement. It was impossible for the Agnes family to not know about it.
The ones who attacked the settlement were obviously external forces. Plus, destroying the settlement would harm the foundation of Safety Sector No. 17. Connecting the dots, the direction was obvious.
Tang Ling did not expect Aber to spill so much information with a simple trick.
Second, Tang Ling had to send Aber away. Tang Ling expected that he would be captured, but he still had a chance to turn things around. It was a gamble that Tang Ling had set up.
Yes, it was another gamble. Even under extreme circumstances, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, Tang Ling would not run away.
The only glimmer of hope was a gamble.
However, as long as Aber kept tormenting him, he would lose the bet.
Thirdly, it was for the sake of his own safety.
Without a doubt, he knew that his stubborn attitude would only worsen Aber's torture. Tang Ling could endure physical pain, but irreversible injuries such as being crippled were unacceptable to him.
He had to send Aber away as soon as possible.
It seemed like Tang Ling's plan worked again. He purposely released the secret in exchange for important information. Aber also left in a hurry.
Unfortunately, whether it was the vibration of the Star Searcher, the Horror Lullaby List, or the unfinished sentence, everything was fragmented. Tang Ling could not make heads or tails of it all at once.
The only thing he could be sure of was that someone in the settlement startled a certain power, and then for some reason, this power didn't use normal methods to snatch a defenseless person from the settlement, instead choosing to kill him with a corpse tide, not hesitating to use lightning speed to wipe out the entire settlement, and then either snatch or destroy this person.
As for the massacre of the civilians by the Purple Moon Warriors of Safety Sector No. 17, it was the Agnes family's idea.
"Hmph …" Tang Ling lowered his head and chuckled coldly. The flame of hatred was like a venomous snake gnawing at his heart, torturing him with rage every second.
Unfortunately, he still had to wait. He had yet to reveal his trump card.
"That sentence … What is it?" Tang Ling tried his best to divert his attention as he recalled what Aber said, "You're f * cking dead! Twelfth Young Master has already found the key to the vibration of the Star Seeker. That's … "
What was that? Is that Misfortune? Tang Ling was not sure what Aber was trying to say. However, he couldn't help but recall what the silver-haired black-robed man had said. "Calamity Genetic Chain? There really is … '
A glimmer of hope bloomed in Tang Ling's heart, but he forcefully extinguished it.
Impossible! He had seen his sister being ambushed by a few zombies with his own eyes. He could still remember his sister's last words of helplessness, "Bro … Bro …"
"Ah! Ah! Ah! " With that in mind, Tang Ling, who had endured Aber's torture and refused to cry out in pain, could not help but howl in pain in his room. He struggled violently and even the shackles around him rattled noisily.
The electrode straps around his abdomen were emitting a strong electric current, but Tang Ling did not feel anything.
It was the first time Tang Ling vented his emotions so fiercely. The pain had been buried in his heart for a long time. He had been holding it in and suppressing it, but today, he finally confirmed one of his enemies. How could he remain calm? He was in too much pain. The heavier the memories, the deeper the emotions, the sadder it was.
His sister was destroyed, wasn't she? Destroyed, wasn't she? After all, the Horror Lullaby List was destroyed, wasn't it?
"Ah!" Tang Ling howled desperately. The cold man at the door turned around to look at the iron door behind him before he turned around calmly.
Tang Ling had no idea how Aber had tortured the kid to the point that he was in so much pain after he left.
Regardless, he would be handed over to someone else tomorrow.
**
Forty minutes after Aber left, the whole Safety Sector No. 17 became even quieter.
The whole Safety Sector No. 17 was even quieter than before. Aside from the pedestrians on the streets, even the houses with their lights on suddenly became a lot lesser.
People were afraid of the dark, but at times, only the endless darkness could comfort them. It made them think that as long as they hid in the dark, the things they feared would not come to them.
The secluded alley that led to the prison became even quieter.
Suddenly, a figure with a mantle and a mask over his face appeared in the dark alley.
He was moving very fast, but no one could tell whether he was running or walking. It was raining heavily in the alley, yet his speed was soundless.
At the end of the alley was the tightly-guarded prison of Safety Sector No. 17. The walls were as tall as 20 meters with a 3-meter electric fence and an alloy gate, making the prison look impenetrable.
The figure stood under the wall and only paused for less than a second before his body floated up gently. With a flip, he easily entered the cell.
The atmosphere in the prison was different from the past. There were patrols everywhere, and a single glance was enough to tell that they were not warriors of Safety Sector No. 17. They were not wearing the safety sector's uniform. Instead, they were wearing black uniforms with a star embroidered on the chest.
The black-robed figure lowered his head and chuckled coldly before he casually moved forward.
He did not purposely avoid the patrols. There were a few times when he brushed past the patrols, but none of them noticed him.
When the more sensitive ones noticed that something was wrong, the black-robed figure had already appeared in another blind spot.
After going through the huge yard and the prison area, the black-robed figure soon arrived at the office area of the prison.
He went straight into the office area and walked through the corridor. His silent footsteps and fleeting figure prevented anyone in the office area from noticing his existence.
His lips curled up into a cold smile. Anyone who paid attention would notice that at least two-thirds of the officers and prison guards in the office area had been replaced.
The trend of Safety Sector No. 17 turning into a puppet faction was unstoppable.
The black-robed figure walked all the way up to the top floor of the office building. Although it was called the top floor, it was only three stories high.
There were only two offices in the corridor on the third floor. At the end of the corridor was a giant iron door.
The black-robed man walked directly to the huge iron door, but he did not knock on the door, nor did he force his way in. Instead, he took out a complicated looking key with a chip on it and gently stuck it on the door.
Followed by a slight clicking noise, this seemingly sturdy door was easily opened, letting out a slight creaking noise.
"Who is it?" A person rushed out from the two offices beside the corridor.
The black-robed figure was calm. He turned around and pulled his hood down.
The two of them heaved a sigh of relief. Just as they were about to say something, two daggers suddenly appeared in front of them. With two 'puchi' sounds, the two daggers, which were made of an unknown alloy, easily pierced through their skulls. Then, they turned around and abruptly reappeared in the office.
In less than 20 seconds, a total of nine people in the two offices were killed by the daggers.
The black-robed figure pulled his hood up and muttered, "Lackey."
He then dashed through the door, but on second thought, he stopped and broke the exquisite lock on the door with brute force.
There were no surveillance cameras in the corridor, but the giant office behind the iron door had one. The black-robed figure took out a mask from his robe and put it on. He then snuck into the giant office quietly.
Inside the office, the prison officer who led Aber into the underground prison was sitting with his back facing the office table. Both of his feet were placed on the edge of the window behind the desk, humming along to the music from the old civilization that was playing in the office.
He looked cool and there were two prison guards beside him. The one on the left was holding an ice bucket with a bottle of extravagant red wine in it.
The one on the right was holding a plate with sliced king beast thigh meat on top of mashed potatoes and apple slices.
The two prison guards beside him noticed the black-robed figure right away, but before they could make a sound, their throats were stabbed by the sharp daggers. Other than twitching, they could not even make a sound.
"Pour the wine." The prison officer extended his hand and passed an empty crystal glass to the black-robed figure.
Unfortunately, the person holding the glass could no longer pour the wine in time.
"What the hell?" The prison officer was infuriated. When he turned around, the prison guard holding the glass of wine fell to the ground with a thud. The dagger flew up, followed by a trail of blood and the meaningless gurgling from the prison guard's throat.
Following that, the sound of another person falling to the ground was heard by the prison officer along with a splash of blood.
His whole body was stiff, and he almost subconsciously turned his office chair around.
"Take a look. What kind of parasite has Safety Sector No. 17 raised? Even a small prison officer can enjoy himself like this. I'm a little jealous … "The black-robed figure did not panic at all. Instead, he sounded like he was mocking the prison officer.
"Excellencer?" The prison officer instinctively tried to put on his habitual flattering smile, but his face was a little stiff.
The black-robed figure did not answer. Two deadly daggers suddenly appeared on both sides of the prison officer's head and mercilessly stabbed into his temples.
The daggers then flew back into the black-robed figure's robe.
Despite killing so many people in an instant, the black-robed man remained indifferent. He walked to the prison officer's corpse and took a sip of red wine. Then, he picked up a piece of roasted meat and put it in his mouth. Only then did he unhurriedly find a bunch of keys from the prison officer's corpse and turn to leave.
However, based on the surveillance in the room, it was impossible for the prison officer to hear what he muttered, "Excellencer? I'm sorry, wrong answer. "
**
Five hundred and seventy-first.
There were no windows in the dark room, but as long as he was not taken away or transferred somewhere else, he still had hope for the bet.
The prison room was a little cold. The pot of charcoal that was moved in earlier had been moved out. Burning a pot of charcoal in a relatively sealed room for a long time would be fatal.
The prison room was a little cold. The pot of charcoal that was moved in earlier had been moved out. Burning a pot of charcoal in a relatively sealed room for a long time would be fatal.
Obviously, not letting Tang Ling die was an iron-clad order.
"Hey, I'm cold. I'm freezing. If you're not going to feed me, at least get me something to keep me warm! " Tang Ling screamed brazenly. He was actually trying to test the prison officer's bottom line. If it was above the bottom line, he would use it as much as he could. Why must he pretend to be a hero and suffer?
No one answered Tang Ling outside the door, but there was a slight commotion.
Then, the door opened.
However, it wasn't the guard in the black uniform with two stars embroidered on his chest. Instead, it was a man in a black cloak with a hood covering his face that walked into the prison cell.
He did not say a word after he came in. Similar to Aber, he sized up the room as if he was taking a tour.
Tang Ling felt helpless. Since when did the prison become a place for visitors?
But no matter what, a smile still appeared on his face. He had won the bet once again.
**
The Serpent Strike in his hand had been repeatedly polished countless times. Even though there was only a dim oil lamp in the bar, it still emitted a faint fluorescent glow when it shone on the shiny Serpent Strike.
However, its owner did not seem to be annoyed. He wiped it over and over again. His hand that held the cloth was steady and his movements were gentle. There was not a hint of impatience as if he was wiping his lover's body.
Occasionally, he would raise his head and look at the clock on his wine cabinet.
He was calm because he had always been alone. He came and went as he pleased. He had no ties and no need to bid farewell.
In the legendary blacksmith shop.
The owner, who was as strong as a bull and had arms as thick as a common man's thigh, entered the bedroom.
In the bedroom, there was a warm candlelight. Beside the candlelight sat a gentle and virtuous woman. Although time had made her no longer slim and her face no longer bright and clean, she was still as calm as water and made people feel close to her.
"Are the children asleep?" The owner played with the string of beads on his wrist and asked softly. He then kissed the woman's forehead.
"Where's the luggage? Is it ready? "The owner hugged the woman, his eyes filled with endless gentleness.
"It's almost ready." The woman tidied up the owner's messy hair. Even though she tried to hold it in, she could not help but show a trace of sadness and worry.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this." The woman stood up anxiously. "I have always understood you. I have always understood. But, my dear, will you come with us? "
"I also want to, but not now." The boss refused. Only God knew how sad it was to say such a word of refusal.
He stood up and pushed open the wardrobe in the room. Behind the wardrobe was a small secret door embedded in the stone wall. He opened the secret door and inside the door was a shining hammer. It looked very heavy.
The owner picked it up easily and waved it in his hand. "I am not old. I am still very lucky. I have you, three sons and two daughters.
"Therefore, because of this, I cannot forget my oath and my perseverance."
I will go kiss the children now. I look forward to seeing you in three days. "
The woman ran up to the owner and hugged him, sobbing silently.
"Don't forget about the entrance and the route that I told you. After you go through the black market, you will be able to leave Safety Sector No. 17 safely. Someone will come to your rescue. "
As he spoke, the owner held his wife's hand and said in a heavy voice, "I hope that when you tell your children about me in the future, you can proudly tell them that your father is a hero and not just a simple owner of a blacksmith shop."
"I understand. We grew up together, Leader …" The woman could not continue.
"Of course, I also hope that our family can be together! I will do everything in my power to return to your side. Trust me! "
"Okay."
Mysterious Garden Restaurant.
The elegant shop owner was counting the coins in his hand one by one. The coins were not the credits of Safety Sector No. 17, nor were they the more valuable Hope credits. They were exquisite coins that most of the people in Safety Sector No. 17 did not recognize.
"My dear, there's a lot of money here. It might not be True Capital Coins, but it's one of the most common currencies. "The owner was overjoyed and did not care about the beautiful woman crying beside him.
He pushed the small pile of coins to the woman and coaxed her with a gentle tone, "Look, it's really a lot of money. Why are you unhappy? Back then, when you proudly married me, didn't you openly say that you only liked my money because I knew how to make money? "
I don't like it anymore! I don't like these things at all! "The woman swept the coins on the table to the floor as if she was venting her anger.
"I don't care! Come with me! We must go together! Otherwise, I'll leave you! "The woman stood up and grabbed the owner's collar, saying in a domineering and sorrowful manner.
The shopkeeper sighed and bent down to pick up the coins one by one. His movements were very fast, and his hands were like illusory shadows. In just a moment, the pile of shiny, adorable coins was once again piled up on the table.
"I said no! Take it all away! If you don't come with me today, I'll leave you and disappear! I'll disappear forever! "The woman was very agitated.
The owner sighed and did not say anything. He put the coins into a small cloth bag and went up to the woman.
Then, he stepped forward and hugged the woman. "Why must I go with you? Could it be that after all these years, you finally like me?"
"Sob sob … Don't you feel anything? Don't you have a heart? Don't you know whether I really like you or not? "
"Yes, I like you. No, I love my husband." The woman hugged the owner tightly.
The owner's eyes were a little red, but he still raised his right hand and punched the woman's neck.
The woman fell into the owner's arms softly.
"You're too strong. I've wanted to punch you countless times. I'm too weak to be a husband. That's why I did it today … "
"It doesn't seem like a good time. Why did I do it when you said you loved me for the first time?"
The owner said as he gently placed the woman on the bed. He tied the small cloth bag with the coins on the table to her waist.
"Alvin, come in," the owner shouted outside the door.
A simple and honest young man who looked extremely sad walked in. "Brother, you really don't want me to stay with you tonight?"
The owner took out two short knives from his waist. As he twisted his wrist, the knives left a shadow. "Do you think I'm old?"
"No, I'm not old. On the contrary, your sister-in-law is trouble. Take her away and tell her that if I can come back in three days, I'll kneel in front of her for a month. "
"If not, let her spend the money as much as she wants. She can live however she wants. It won't be used up. Just remember … forget about me. "
This cold and cheerless night seemed so lonely.
It was so lonely that countless separations happened. Even if they did not have family, lovers, or friends, they would hug themselves and say goodbye to the quiet years.
It was painful, but there must be a greater courage and reason supporting them.
Yes, it was because of the appearance of Kindling.
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