Edge of the Apocalypse

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“What? 5000 yuan! Andy, you might as well grab it! It’s just a kid, do you think it’s a war chariot?”

Dizzy and dizzy, a hoarse but full of anger came into his ears. Allen opened his eyes slightly and saw some wilderness in the suburbs. There was a bonfire not far away, and a black car stopped by the fire. The man dressed in fur cloak and dressed as a gentleman is facing the head of the black widow roar. Under the firelight, Allen could even see his splashing saliva.

Behind this man, there are two black clothed big guys, each carrying a submachine gun, which seems to be the role of the guard.

Allen moved, and a sharp pain came from several parts of his body. His face was pale, but he didn’t make any calls. The boy’s condition was not very good. After Bai Fang was killed, he was knocked out. The rest of the time is always between coma and awake, compared to coma, the time of awake is much shorter.

He is now locked in an iron cage, which is very strong. At least a teenager cannot bend these 3 cm thick iron bars, especially at the moment when Devil’s Praise is taken away by Andy.

Now, the dagger was spinning agilely in the hands of the captain. Allen wished he had missed and pierced the dagger in his throat.

“Calm down, Mr. Hern.” Andy smiled and pointed his hand at Allen. “Yes, that’s a kid. But he meets your requirements and doesn’t have any record. The important thing is that he is healthy. And the age and size are about the same as your son. I bet you will never find a more suitable person in a week.”

“So you see, 5000 yuan is really not expensive. Or do you think your son’s life is not worth the money?” Andy smiled.

Hern coldly snorted, opening his white teeth and saying: “You vampire. Listen, if the deadline is approaching, you would never want to make this business. Now I will take them away. After 3 days, come to my company to collect money. Come on, you this bastard!”

He pushed Andy away hard and walked to the iron cage. He took out a handkerchief and covered his nose, then turned around and said, “Damn, you two fools get him into the car quickly. Do you want me to do it myself?”

The two guards rushed over, and together they lifted the iron cage and Allen together, and moved towards a 2-wheel drive off-road vehicle. In the cage, Allen looked towards Andy. The latter smiled and waved goodbye to him.

“Hey!” Allen called at him.

Andy shrugged and said, “Why, can’t you bear me? White-haired boy, although I like you quite a lot, but now, you are Mr. Hern’s…something!”

Allen’s gaze fell on the dagger in Andy’s hand: “Keep it safe for me. Because I will come back and get it back, when the time comes, I will wipe your neck with it.”

Andy sign, Allen’s bright red eyes stung him a little. Then he looked towards his two companions, and then haha ​​said with a smile: “I am waiting for you, kid. If you can crawl back from that place, from that hell.”

In the end, Allen and the iron cage were thrown onto the off-road vehicle. After a bumpy ride, he came to a manor in the wild. The manor is very large, but the buildings are very rare. A main building, several rows of attached houses, a bucket and a row of shanties nearby are everything in the manor. Allen was thrown into the shanty, beside him, piled up with coal and firewood.

In the middle of the night, it started to rain. The rain spread along the terrain, turning the ground under Allen’s iron cage into a muddy moor. The muddy water soaked his feet, and the chill in the water crawled up the body along the heels. The cage was only 70 centimeters high, which made Allen unable to stand up straight. He could only sit all night in the muddy water.

At noon on the 2nd day, the guard brought a pot with cold leftovers. This is Allen’s food for the day, and even Hern’s wolfhound eats better than him. Allen cleaned up all the food without saying a word, and the escort looked contemptuously when he delivered the food. But when he came back, his face became a little unnatural when he saw that there was not even a drop of vegetable juice left on the plate.

Two days later, a car drove into the manor. A teenager jumped out of the car, his age was the same as Allen, and he was fat and white in a well-tailored suit. He ignored the opposition of the two guards and ran to the shanty. After watching Allen for a while, he smiled: “This is the bastard who replaced me? It doesn’t look like me at all.”

“Beth Young Master, it doesn’t matter what you look like, as long as you are the right age. Others, Hern Lord will naturally take care of them.” A guard said flatly beside him.

The kid named Beth squatted down and made a grimace against the iron cage: “You are going to die, bastard. But it’s an honor that you can go to that place for me.”

He said to the guard again: “I heard he is a wolf boy?”

“Yes, the head of Black Widow’s Andy said that he seemed to be raised by Snow Wolf.”

“It’s funny, hey, do you bite?” Beth reached out and waved into the cage.

The guard hurriedly said, “Don’t do this, Young Master.”

“It’s okay, he dare not…”

Little Young Master finished speaking, and Allen suddenly jumped on it. He grabbed Beth’s arm and pulled it hard, before breaking his arm. Listening to Beth’s cry of killing a pig, Allen said coldly, “I won’t bite. Only kill!”

“Let go! Let go!”

The guard put the gun into the cage and smashed Allen away with the butt, which dragged Beth out. Beth kept howling “I’m going to kill him”, but weakly let the two guards into the main building.

After a while, Hern ran to the shanty with a rubber soft stick angrily.

Allen had no food that day, only a severe beating.

A week after being caught at the manor, at noon when the sun was at its worst, an escort vehicle arrived at the manor. Hern had been notified early and had been waiting at the door under the big sun. The car stopped and a few people squeezed out of it. One of the fatty was invited into the house by Hern, and the other two were obviously soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms, tactical helmets and carrying automatic rifles.

A pattern is embroidered on the chest of the soldier’s camouflage uniform. The bottom picture is a cross between a musket and a long sword, and the middle is a black Jackal pattern. This is the sign of the Area 13 ground garrison “Jackal”, indicating that these people are from regular troops.

Not long after, Hern and that fatty walked out. Hern pointed in Allen’s direction, and the fatty let out a string of laughs. I clicked nodded and shouted at the two soldiers: “That’s Beth, take him away. By the way, remember to give him a number.”

Then he said to Hern: “Don’t worry, those great characters only look at the serial number, so they won’t look into the origin of a kid carefully.”

“Thank you for 10000 points,” Hern said.

Beside him, Beth, with an arm in a plaster cast, gave Allen a middle finger.

Two sturdy soldiers came over, and Allen looked at them indifferently. One of them took out a strange pistol from his waist and said to Allen, “For your own good, it’s best to stay still.”

When he reached for Allen’s arm, Allen slammed his throat. It’s just that he just moved, suddenly his whole body trembled, and then he fell to the ground. Before he lost consciousness, he looked at the other soldier, who was holding a stun gun in his hand. He said with a smile to his companion: “This kid is really wild.”

“Perhaps he has a chance to live.” After speaking, the soldier held Allen’s arm, pressed the muzzle on his hand, and shot.

The gun body was lightly shaken, and Allen only felt a slight tingling in his arm. When the soldier removed the muzzle, there was already a number on his arm: 666!

On this day, Allen left the manor. He was picked up from the cage by the soldiers and thrown into the escort vehicle. Under the guard of two sturdy soldiers who paid full Armament, Allen dared not make any moves that would cause misunderstanding. Through the window of the escort vehicle, he saw the vehicle leaving the manor, passing through a canyon, passing through a vast primitive forest, and reaching a military camp at the foot of a mountain three days later.

When he was driven out of the car by the soldiers, the man who numbered Allen said with a smile: “Welcome to hell.”

Allen reluctantly pointed the muzzles of two rifles towards the barracks. He saw many escort vehicles parked at the entrance of the barracks. After entering from the camp gate, it is a simple but open square. The square is a muddy ground that has not undergone any repairs. It seems that the reason for the rain has just fallen. The square is very humid, and it is a mud print when you step on it. In the square, dozens of soldiers lined up with their rifles flat. The gunpoint was directed at some teenage girl(s) about the same size as Allen.

After the two soldiers escorted Allen into the group of young people, they handed over a folder to the first officer. The officer was 2 meters tall, and his bronzed skin was shiny. Under the crooked beret, there is a grinning hideously face. An X-shaped scar on the face is daunting. This officer, who is as majestic as a gray ape, has the emblem of Second Lieutenant on his shoulder badges.

He strode forward, looking at the 100 or so frightened teenagers in front of one’s eyes and said: “Welcome you, you little bastard. I am Ron Second Lieutenant, here, I am your God. I want What are you doing, even if you want you to eat shit, you have to do it correctly. I have to say that you are a group of lucky bastards, because you were randomly selected by the system and you have the opportunity to represent Area 13 in the new edition Death ring. Simultaneously you are also unfortunate, because in the next six months of training, only a person can walk out of the camp gate.”

“You little bastards, you may always complain that you live on The Surface like hell. But now, I can say for sure that your life before is as sweet as heaven. And now, you really come to hell!”

At the end, Ron Second Lieutenant’s voice was like a thunderstorm in summer, shaking all these young people dizzy and eyes blurred.