Jiang Cheng and the dark-skinned young man took some food and went to the rest area next to them. They sat down and watched the battle between the other captives and the special forces soldiers while eating and drinking.
Perhaps it was because of Jiang Cheng's example, the captives became bolder and calmer when they fought. On the contrary, the special forces soldiers who were sent to fight were a little timid. Their attacks were not as bold and ruthless as before. They seemed to be worried that there was a fierce person like Jiang Cheng among the captives and they would lose because of a moment of carelessness.
However, the more worried they were about being attacked by the opponent, the more likely they were to make mistakes. In the next few battles, several special forces soldiers were hit in a row, which made the special forces captain's face become more and more gloomy.
Four more matches followed. In the end, only the special forces soldiers won one of the matches. The others ended because they were hit by the captives. In these six matches, a total of six captives fell, and the other six became winners. Under the guidance of such an atmosphere and form, the captives who were going to participate in the next fight gained more confidence, while the special forces soldiers gradually became a little timid and were under considerable psychological pressure.
"Stop! That's it! " The leader of the special forces roared and kicked the corpse of the captive on the ground. He then turned his head and looked at Jiang Cheng with a pair of murderous eyes. This was the guy who had humiliated him and caused the morale of his troops to gradually drop!
Noticing his gaze, Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat. He was worried that this guy would become angry from embarrassment and harm him on the spot.
Fortunately, after a while, the special forces captain snorted coldly and turned his head away from him. He walked to the US Army officer and said a few words before waving his hand to signal that he could go. The US Army officer walked over to Jiang Cheng and the others, waved his hand, and gathered the 16 captives who were still alive. He was about to take them out of the training camp. Before leaving, Jiang Cheng looked back and found that the special forces soldiers had begun to draw their guns and were practicing shooting at the wounded or dead captives.
Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a little heavy in his heart. He gritted his teeth and turned his head away.
The 16 surviving captives followed the U.S. Army officers out of the training ground and boarded a military truck outside the training ground. Then, the truck drove toward the west of the base. Behind them, gunshots and screams rang out incessantly. Everyone's heart trembled. Their fallen comrades were being shot at by the U.S. Army, and it didn't seem like they were being shot at their vitals. First, they felt the feeling of having their limbs pierced by bullets. Then, they were slowly tortured to death …
The process of death was too cruel.
"Hmph!" Jiang Cheng coldly snorted with a murderous aura. He felt very uncomfortable in his heart. These were all civilians, not soldiers or terrorists. How dare they use such a method! If he had the chance, he would definitely send these guys to heaven!
After driving for more than four minutes, the heavy military truck stopped outside an oval blue roof rectangular building. There was no one around, and it looked like a warehouse.
"Get off! Get off! You bastards, you're really lucky today! " The U.S. Army officer roared with his hands behind his back, holding a curved whip in his hand. There was a hint of disdain between his brows. As he spoke, his eyes lingered on Jiang Cheng for a few seconds. Jiang Cheng was the only one who caught his attention.
The remaining 16 captives got off the truck. Everyone looked desolate.
"Go inside!" The U.S. Army officer raised his whip and pointed at the rectangular building next to him. There was a hint of arrogance and impatience in his tone.
The captives immediately did as they were told and walked toward the building.
There was a cement path in front of them, which led to the entrance of the rectangular building. They could barely see an iron sentry post in the building, and in the pavilion sat a shifty-eyed Caucasian man who was looking at them. He had short hair and was bald on top of his head. His curved eyebrows and clean face revealed a hint of femininity, and he looked like a scheming villain.
Jiang Cheng walked in the middle of the team. He turned his head and looked around. This was his habit. Every time he went to a place, he could not help but investigate the surrounding environment.
Suddenly, Jiang Cheng heard a crisp "pa" sound behind him, as well as the painful scream of a captive. He immediately turned his head to look.
He saw that the U.S. Army officer had already flung the long whip in his hand. He stared fiercely at the captive walking at the back and scolded, "Idiot! Hurry up! What are you looking at, you son of a b * tch! "
"Ah, sorry, sorry!" The captive who was whipped screamed and begged for mercy. His face was full of pain, and tears were about to come out.
"Pa pa!" The U.S. Army officer swung the long whip in his hand flexibly and whipped the captive twice on his back. He said with a gloomy face, "I still have important things to do. You bastards have already wasted so much time on me, and you're still so slow!"
The expressions of the other people walking in front changed. They quickened their pace and walked forward, afraid that the whip would fall on them. The captive who had been whipped three times in a row rushed into the building, screaming and begging for mercy.
"You bastard! How dare you run around without following the rules! " The U.S. officer waved the whip in his hand and shouted as he chased the captive who had jumped the queue into the building. He chased him all the way into the building and then whipped him fiercely. The building echoed with the captive's screams.
"Ah, I beg you, no! I'm sorry … I was wrong! Ah! "
The expressions of Jiang Cheng and the other captives changed. This was clearly abusing the captives for no reason. It was just a small mistake, and they used such violent means.
However, no one else stopped the U.S. Army officer's violent abuse. In this situation, everyone could barely take care of themselves. How could they dare to play the hero? Even Jiang Cheng could only squint and watch. Now that he was selected to enter the laboratory, he must not make any mistakes midway.
Amidst the whipping and screams, Jiang Cheng and the other captives completed the registration under the bald American in the small pavilion and entered the rectangular building. It was not a warehouse, but a prison cell. The space inside was quite large. Each cell could accommodate 20 people, and there were toilets and beds inside. Compared to the place where they lived before, this could almost be said to be a luxury suite.
Jiang Cheng was a little surprised, but then he understood. This was a reward for those who survived as training tools. Anyway, they would probably not stay here for long before they were killed by the U.S. Army. It was normal for them to be treated better before they died.
The only bad thing was that there was a faint sour smell in the air. It seemed to be a mixture of sweat, feces, urine, blood, and many other smells. It was a complex and indescribable smell.
Jiang Cheng and the other 16 people were arranged in a cell. Most of the cells here were empty, but there were 13 people in the prison next to theirs. Each of them was more or less injured, and their eyes were different from ordinary people. They were full of bloodthirst and madness, hiding the momentum of fighting to the death.
It seemed that these 13 people were the people who had been training partners and were lucky enough to survive.
Looking at these people, Jiang Cheng felt very complicated. These people could survive, but their minds had completely changed. When people faced a crisis of life and death, all of this was forced!
"Hand over the food you ate!" Suddenly, the long-haired middle-aged man in the next cell roared at Jiang Cheng. His eyes were red, staring at the food in the arms of the nine victors, including Jiang Cheng. His eyes were full of desire.
The other 12 people in the next cell also had the same expression. They all stared at the food, making all kinds of sounds. Some were threatening, some were begging. They all seemed to be very hungry.
Jiang Cheng and the other nine victors had taken food from that place. They hadn't finished eating yet, so they brought it over. What was surprising was that the US military officer and the captain of the special forces didn't stop them, as if this was the right of the victors. But there were so many people here, how could the little bit of food they brought be enough?
"You don't have anything to eat here?" Jiang Cheng asked in surprise. Since they won, they should be provided with three meals a day, right?
"Cut the crap and give me the food!" The long-haired middle-aged man who spoke first roared. His eyes were full of impatience and fierceness.
"They … rarely give out food. Only by winning the fight can we get enough food. I haven't eaten for a day and a night. Please, please give me some food, thank you," a young man in his twenties said slowly and calmly. A young man in his twenties said slowly and calmly. He could be considered handsome, but there was a hint of worry and coldness between his brows. It was a very contradictory feeling. He was like a good, well-educated boy who had now sealed himself in ice.
Jiang Cheng looked at the long-haired middle-aged man, then at the Syrian young man. He tore a hot dog bun in his hand in half and threw the half of the bun into the opposite cell behind these people.
In an instant, all the prisoners in the opposite cell became excited. They immediately turned around and rushed towards the half piece of bread, like a group of dogs rushing towards food. The poor and hungry were fighting with each other. Only this Syrian youth was still looking straight at Jiang Cheng with a trace of expectation in his eyes.
In order to fight for the half of the bun, more than a dozen prisoners were fighting.
"Get lost! You bastard! "one of them cursed.
"This bun is mine!" another yelled.
… …
"Here you go." Jiang Cheng handed the half of the bun to the Syrian young man.
"Thank, thank you!" The Syrian young man was so excited that his eyes were a little moist. He immediately took the bun and started eating it in big mouthfuls like a wolf. He was extremely hungry.
The other prisoners in the opposite cell also noticed the commotion. The long-haired middle-aged man who didn't get the bun quickly rushed toward the Syrian young man and strangled his neck from behind. He shouted, "Give me the food!" He reached out to grab the unfinished bun in the young man's hand.
"Cough cough …" The Syrian young man was eating quickly when he was suddenly strangled. He immediately started coughing.
Jiang Cheng frowned. He grabbed the wrist of the long-haired middle-aged man that was strangling the Syrian young man and looked at him coldly.
The long-haired middle-aged man tried to pull his hand back a few times, but he couldn't do it. He looked at Jiang Cheng in shock. Then, he felt a sharp pain coming from his wrist and couldn't help but scream in pain.
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